The Archbishop was kindly approaching, patiently waiting his turn.
It would’ve been more convenient for them to rush in all at once, but the way they underestimated me made me want to laugh a little.

Well, whatever the case—
Good is good.

“I’ll be the first to have a taste. Kehit…”

The first to raise his weapon, the Archbishop of Addiction, slipped his hands into his priest’s robe and pulled out a pair of worn hand-axes, loosening his wrists as he grinned.

—Whung. Whung.

I’d seen those weapons in the novel.

—Kehihihihit!!!
—Flesh… Kyaaaagh!!!
—It tingles, doesn’t it?! You want more, don’t you?! When you scream like that, I get even more excited!!!