Gerard brazenly walks towards the Altar, in front of Mammon. A path was cleared for him. On the sidelines, the Sleeping Creed members genuflected toward him saved from Thal. He can still sense the murdering intent leaking from his body and cautiousness towards him.
He gets the gist of it. Only those holding a high position in Sleeping Creed knew about the list of Evil Incarnate so it is natural for Thal to be wary of him. After all, it was Mammon himself who blurted the Goddess's word, implying he had a strong backing and help him stop Asmodeus's descent.
You're a Saint, I understand. But unlike you, I have a personal backing, the Goddess. For now… He muttered inwardly.
Gerard halted his tract when the distance between them closed to five meters.
Still sneering, Mammon engages Gerard in a conversation.
"I'll be frank. How did you able to influence the Red String of Fate?"