This is no longer about the Divine Decree; it's about being personally undermined, outshone by Anastasia.
For a moment, Cote's gaze toward Wayne burned fiercely, and Guinevere's expression grew heavier, her face practically screaming murder.
"Don't mess around. My insistence on sleeping with the Dark Saintess is purely to humiliate the Dark Church. Their Saintess isn't pure," Wayne reiterated.
"You're blatantly laughing the entire time!"
"You're even acting all aggrieved! You're so persistent! Well, my heart goes out to you!"
"No matter what you say, my conscience is clear. I'm definitely not a lustful person. Sleeping with Anna wasn't because I was craving her body."
