"Honorable moderators, may I ask if you could let us cut in with a few words first?"
Still wasting time? Talking back now, is that it? Are you talking back?
Now the trapped beast is starting to lash out.
Grandiva could no longer suppress his smile; the debate tactic he'd set up earlier had worked.
By seizing the initiative to speak, he'd drawn everyone's attention and completely pulled the tempo over to his side.
In military terms, Grandiva was building a fortress.
Gathering the strength of all the scholars in the Falan Kingdom, three months of combing a hundred generations of doctrine, praising and censuring, and building a theoretical fortress centered on Saint Rania's Life—did they really think that would be so easy to breach?
See? The castle was only a third built, and the demon monk Horn was already unable to sit still.
And this was only the beginning; there were bigger things waiting for Horn later.
