883 Spirit of Mana

Pelyria did not know what Izroth was planning, but if he wanted to somehow shift the blame for what happened in the Secret Realm to their little princess and her Fifth Great Clan, it was useless.

In the end, even if he were an observer of what transpired, others would only see it as him coming to the defense of Sychia and the Order of a Thousand Blossoms as their Official Saint.

With no other background and reputation to grab hold of, his statement would obviously be called into question. And, once the seed of doubt was planted, it was only a matter of twisting a few things to make it seem as though he was covering for his allies.

"You want to speak? So be it! I may have slipped up just now, but you are still too naive. It is a thousand years too early for you to pull one over on me, brat." Pelyria thought to herself as she inwardly grinned.