Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 722: Round Table (1)

'They're both damaged.'

I thought it was about even. The bandages on Cherubim's body were a sign that their battle was so disastrous that the wounds couldn't be fully recovered by divine power alone, so I would probably be right.

There was no hostility in his eyes, but there was irritation. I didn't think he liked being in the same room as me very much, and he spoke up to confirm my suspicions.

"Why is he here with us?"

"He's a transcendent who's surpassed humanity itself. If you ask which side he is closer to, he is closer to us... Since we decided to let him join us, we shouldn't rule him out. He's decided to stand by us, and he's respecting us."

"We'll see if that's the case. Even if he's repented for his sins and understands us, I don't think he's like us. Remember that a person who turns his back once can turn his back at any time."

"He doesn't remember anything about what happened before. And... persecuting him with mere speculation and suspicion isn't our kind's way of dealing with things. Please keep your dignity, Cherubim, although I understand that you don't feel very good about humans."

"..."

"He belongs to us now."

"You're a good talker. If he really belongs to us, why control him, Dominions?"

"We are not controlling him. We're protecting him, Cherubim."

"I can't allow it."

'You're the type that is usually the first to allow things to happen, you prick!'

"Don't speak so harshly, Cherubim."

'Don't pretend to protect me now, you incompetent pigeon.'

"I should be the one saying that, Thronus."

"No more useless talks. I already made this clear. Cherubim, we are not here to listen to your anger. We have much bigger agendas to talk about."

It was then that Seraphim, who came in through a huge door, spoke up.

"I wonder what that important story is that made you bring everyone together."

"..."

"..."

The platinum-haired angel was tapping his finger on the desk after sitting down and wearing his signature arrogant expression.

Maybe it's a habit. It looked like Seraphim was tapping his thigh, so I felt irritated.

Overall, he looked relaxed, but it didn't take much time before his expression changed when Dominions answered.

"The fallen swordsman has been resurrected."

"What?"

"It's exactly as I said."

"I don't like that kind of joke, Dominions."

"I'm not kidding. Seraphim, I saw with my own eyes that he's alive, and I lost a lot of comrades again."

"..."

"Yes, again. Are you sure you used the judgment of sin against him?"

"..."

He was at a loss for words.

His expression was filled with incomprehension and disapproval. He didn't seem nervous, but his face had been clearly distorted.

I didn't know what he was thinking, but he was assuming a lot of situations.

Seraphim might be suspicious of how Kim Hyunsung survived and suspicious of his ability, but the probability was small.

He wasn't the only one that shut up. The incompetent trash, who had heard the story in advance, was calmly listening to Dominions. What was funny was that the faces of Cherubim and the other high-ranking angels looked serious.