I love time travel the most!

Anyone would feel this way if their meal was interrupted, but this was especially true for him, the Bishop of Gluttony.

"Are you starving?"

The Archbishop of Greed smirked as he looked at Reinhard and said, "Didn't that woman just say he's that guy called the Sword Saint? I heard he's useless at everything except wielding a sword. Does he really think he can subdue me with his authority? Do you think I'd be defeated by such an old-fashioned and unreasonable thing?"

"It's a bit strange to be told that all I know is how to wield a sword. In fact, most of the expectations people have for me are because of this, but now I'm a little doubtful about whether I can fulfill this responsibility."

"Oh, now you realize the gap between us, that's commendable."

“Not so.” Reinhard shook his head, stroking the longsword at his waist, and said, “This Dragon Sword was passed down from the first Sword Saint of the Astrea family. It is undoubtedly the world’s top divine weapon, but it has one flaw.”

"What shortcomings?"

"You cannot draw your sword without encountering an enemy strong enough to make it unsheathed; you seem unqualified."

Reinhard's response was very damaging.

At least for the bishop of lust, whose pride was twisted to the point of bursting, this intense humiliation made his expression contorted and grotesque.

"Just like Kobayashi said, he's the type of person who loses his temper easily and becomes irritable if provoked even slightly."

"What should we do? Should we probe further, or take direct action?"

After glancing at Kurshu, who desperately needed treatment, Reinhard and Elsa exchanged a glance and immediately made a judgment.

We must fight quickly and decisively!

The Gluttonous Bishop Badenkathos stared intently at Reinhard, as if he were seeing some delicious delicacy, and excitedly shouted with drooling:

"Great, wonderful, that's fantastic! I say, can I eat it? Can I eat it? It looks so delicious! Eat, drink, bite, gnaw, tear, crush, gorge... Ahh, I want to eat it, I want to eat it! Our hunger hasn't been satisfied for so long, this time it will be satisfied!"

The chilling remarks and the gleaming, sharp teeth left no doubt that, given permission, the extremely excited boy would devour the food completely, even if it were a living person to him.

I never imagined I'd be used as food.

Reinhard gave a wry smile.

No words were spoken, but the meaning was conveyed.

However, he was not given the chance to face Reinhardt, as the Gluttonous Bishop Badenkaitus had someone else to play against.

"Your remarks seem quite interesting."

"……Um?"

His deep, slightly hoarse voice, as if deliberately scratching at the heart, drew attention.

So focused on Reinhard that the two Archbishops of Sin didn't notice there was another woman present.

She was a charming woman whose mature, voluptuous, and alluring figure could not be concealed even when draped in a cloak. Coupled with her intellectual beauty, she was like a poppy, irresistibly drawing people into her allure.

"who are you?"

"Elsa the Gut Hunter".

When asked, she naturally gave her name.

Then, with a provocative tone, he said to the excited boy, "You seem to have no picky eating habits, you like to eat everything. In that case, we're not very compatible, since I'm a very loyal person."

"Because no matter how much we eat, it's never enough, so we gradually stop being picky eaters. That's why we can't give up on living."

The Bishop of Gluttony licked his lips, then became interested in Elsa. He wondered if it was her appearance or her hidden nature.

"You must taste delicious."

"Hehe, that's exactly what I'm interested in seeing. What's the difference between the intestines of a high-ranking bishop and those of an ordinary person?"

Elsa licked her lips as well.

The two exchanged harsh words.

Then a gentle breeze swept by, and they rushed toward each other simultaneously. Two strange curved blades and blackened palms clashed with the sharp, gleaming teeth, and the two men engaged in a fierce battle.

Seemingly to keep their distance and avoid disturbing each other, they thoughtfully kept their distance from Reinhard and the Bishop of Greed, Regulus.

"Miss Rem, please take Lord Kurshu away from the battlefield."

"Yes, I understand."

Upon hearing the instructions, Rem struggled to help the limp Kurshu to his feet and staggered away from them.

The Bishop of Greed, Regulus, did not stop it, nor did he take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

His confidence is evident.

Or rather, arrogance.

This allowed Reinhard to act more freely.

"It seems that even if I tell you to surrender, you won't obediently comply. In that case—"

He raised his dragon sword, still in its sheath, and swung it forcefully at the Bishop of Greed, Regulus, in front of him.

The air was stirred up, gathered on the sword, and surged forward with a roar.

Then, with a deafening roar, the explosion struck the white-haired youth hard, raising a huge cloud of dust, and causing the surrounding plain to sink several centimeters.

The Sword Saint's strike was terrifying!

However, Reinhard did not relax; instead, he kept a close eye on the figure that remained motionless in the thick fog.

A strong wind blew, and the dust disappeared in an instant.

Despite being below in the pit, the white-haired youth still looked down at the group with disdain, adjusting the front of his white suit, straightening his ironed jacket, patting his pure white trousers, and elegantly adjusting his bangs, all with an indifferent attitude.

Despite being struck by the Sword Saint's powerful attack, his pure white outfit remained spotless.

That's it again!

Rem's expression turned serious, and she was about to offer a reminder when Reinhard said, "I see. Just as Kobayashi said, his abilities are quite unique."

It seems like this was expected.

"Special skills? Don't use such vulgar and stupid terms to describe them."

Archbishop Regulus of Greed glared at Reinhard with displeasure, then puffed out his chest and said arrogantly, "I am Regulus Corneas, Archbishop of the Witch Cult, the embodiment of Greed. I am the most easily satisfied and most fulfilled man in the world. Remember this, you imperfect one."

The best part was the self-introduction.

But his identity is that of the Witch Cult, which everyone hates. What is there to be proud of?

Seemingly noticing Reinhard's disdain, Archbishop Regulus of Greed roared even more furiously, "You bastard, how dare you look down on me like that! What are you?!"

Then, he waved his hand.

A fierce gust of wind flew towards Reinhard, using the same technique that had hit Kursch earlier!

Without Rem's prompting, the Sword Saint had already sensed the anomaly. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he lightly leaped to dodge, then sprinted forward with a stomp of his foot.

"I am a knight of Lord Felt, a candidate for king. Please take good care of the next king, Lord Felt."

"Pfft—?!"

Upon hearing the serious yet unrealistic self-introduction, Archbishop Regulus of Greed was stunned for only a moment before his jaw was severely injured, and the words he wanted to say were forcibly swallowed back.

But the attack did not end there.

As the enemy's body lifted off the ground, Reinhard grabbed their foot, then bent over and slammed them to the ground, repeating this motion back and forth at an extremely fast speed and frequency, blurring the person's dynamic vision.

Then they pressed his head to the ground, and the man in the white suit began to repair the damaged ground.

Amidst the rumbling of the plains, Regulus was pinned to the ground.

Despite glaring at Reinhard, he still clicked his tongue mockingly, "You should have realized it by now, it has nothing to do with power. Even if you throw me a thousand times, I won't get hurt. Or do you think you'll win by throwing me a few more times? That's just childish thinking. Are you an idiot, or do you think I'm an idiot?"

Having been treated so violently, and by Reinhard no less, one would expect him to have passed out long ago. Yet, he appears full of energy, showing no signs of injury, and his clothes are completely untouched by dust.

Rem, who was watching from the sidelines, looked dazed.

Could it be... could it be that even the Sword Saint Reinhard is unable to defeat the Archbishop of Sin?

My heart, which had just settled, started to pound again.

Just as the blue-haired maid was racking her brains, trying to find a weakness in the enemy to help her, Reinhard said calmly without any panic, "Hmm, it seems the intelligence is just as Kobayashi said. You seem to be completely unaffected by any external influences."

"Do you know it's futile? If you do, then let go... Ugh! What... are you going to do...? Ugh! Let go of me! Ugh!!!"

"But knowing this is one thing, if it's a necessary step to victory, I won't hesitate to put in the effort."

Reinhard pressed his head down hard and rubbed it against the ground, then lifted it up and slammed it down again, repeatedly kowtowing. The terrifying force smashed a hole into the originally smoothed crater.

"You guy...!"

This completely enraged the Bishop of Greed, Regulus.

Chapter 393 Goodbye, no, goodbye forever

"You really are quite presumptuous. It's your prerogative to force such a rude action, but to impose it on others is what you call lust, isn't it?"

Nonsensical remarks came from beneath the Sword Saint.

Along with it erupted endless malice.

"--Danger!"

A second before Rem could warn him, Reinhard had already sensed the danger and released his grip to create distance between himself and the enemy.

Following closely behind were several invisible blades of air that grazed his body, tearing several bottomless gashes into the streets of the plain.

After being freed from his oppression, the Bishop of Greed, Legrus, got up and casually dusted himself off. His clothes were still pristine white, unharmed, and without a speck of dust.

His actions were merely habitual, subconscious behaviors.

"You don't understand, you don't understand at all."

The white-haired youth smirked at the Sword Saint and said, "You have absolutely no chance of winning. You can't reach my level. It's pointless. Why is your comprehension so poor? I've told you everything and shown you with my actions. Don't you understand yet? Shouldn't you be aware of who you're facing? Have some self-awareness, you bastard!"

Rem, who was watching the battle, felt a chill run down her spine.

If someone else heard this, they would definitely rebuke the other person for spouting nonsense without hesitation, because logically the two people's positions should be reversed.

But now their positions are opposite.

It makes one wonder if what is happening before one's eyes is real.

Reinhardt remained calm and nodded knowingly, saying, "You were controlling the air around you just now, weren't you?"