After everyone had activated their mana skins to protect themselves from the miasma, King Richard and the representatives from the other nations took the first step into the miasma, encouraging everyone to follow suit.
'Damn it all! What the hell is going on with this elderly man? Why would he want to join the miasma when there are so many powerful monsters hidden beneath it?!' Holy Son Auther clinched his teeth in disgust as he followed King Richard and his other ambassadors.
'Because I must keep my face and the prestige of the Holy Church as well as the Empire, I have no choice but to follow everyone wherever they go; I despise it all!' He screamed inwardly in fury and considered turning around.
However, he was terrified that if he turned around, his status as the holy son would be jeopardized; The Pop would choose another Holy Son who was more capable than him, and he would lose all authority and power once his title was stolen from him.