Inside the great hall, the air turned even heavier in an instant.
Godric's face locked for a beat. The color in it kept shifting, green to white, while the fire in his chest surged higher and higher. Even so, he forced it back down. He bent slightly again, lowering himself even further.
When he spoke, his tone came out more humble than before, with open remorse and admission of fault. "Back then... I was arrogant and full of myself... I spoke without restraint and lost my head for a moment. That was the only reason I said such disgraceful things. My lord, please be generous enough not to lower yourself to my level. I ask that you forgive the offense born of my ignorance back then."
"Forgive you?" Aurelius repeated it softly. Then he let out a light chuckle. It wasn't loud, but it carried cleanly through the entire great hall.
"Lord Godric, you give my words too much weight. What you said back then wasn't entirely without reason. You could even call it the truth... The Celestial Basilica has always kept to one corner and held fast to Saintlight Peak. We were never like your Celestial Palace, commanding the winds and clouds across the Fourteenth Firmament, sweeping through every direction, glorious and untouchable, full of style and force..." He paused there.
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