Although Knight did not know what exactly Oliver had done to deteriorate the situation to such an extent, he had to be dealt with.
But twenty to forty minutes was simply not enough.
Yuri looked again towards the Devil Knight who had spoken earlier, "I need a solution, how to maintain the existence of the Order Sword."
"There is only one."
"What?"
"Flesh and blood."
Yuri's eyelids twitched, but he tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, "What do you mean?"
"The Order Sword is Divine Arts," the Devil Knight quickly said, "As long as it stands, it symbolizes that order has not collapsed. And for it to always stand, there's a simplest method—by having a follower of the Lord grasp it."
"Grasp it?"
"Yes." The Devil Knight nodded, "It must be held by hand, without the assistance of any external force."
Yuri looked up again, towards the sealed chamber.
...To hold that sword in a place where the concentration of pollution exceeded the Abyss?
