With a scornful laugh, Andrew withdrew his gaze. To him, Arya was just a product molded by the Cathedral, or rather, brainwashed by the old Pope. No matter how perfect, she was merely a tool of Lomuia Grand Cathedral.

To a certain extent, when it came to evil, Andrew felt that Lomuia Grand Cathedral was not much better than the Dark Clans.

If not for fame, profit, and ambition, why would the Cathedral launch an expedition to the Wastelands?

All that talk about spreading the Light Lord's faith was complete nonsense. In the end, it was all about satisfying the desires of the Cathedral's upper echelons and the Pope.

A cold gleam flashed in Andrew's eyes, and a savage smile crept across his lips. Arya's existence was ultimately a huge threat.

Andrew had been restraining himself from going after the Cathedral. On one hand, he did not want to make such a powerful enemy. On the other hand, the Cathedral and he shared similar goals to some degree.

Nonetheless, people who once shared the