"Cheong Won, you're thinking of robbing the body of the newly born Imperial descendent, aren't you?"

Everyone's face froze at my decisive remark. That was how serious that remark was; also, that presumption was quite persuasive. Needless to say, Cheong Won did not panic, nor did he spout any nonsense in this situation.

"What an absurd thing to say. Do you think it's possible that I, a Saint, would give up everything to steal the body of a human child?"

At least on the surface, he responded calmly to the assumption I made. It was a matter of course. He had lived for such a long life, so naturally, he wouldn't clumsily reveal his inner thoughts. However, I wasn't even agitated, because it didn't matter.

'There's no need for any confession or proof.'

That's right. There was no need for such things. Because I was not trying to fight him in court. The important thing here was persuasion, and I simply needed to spread this truth. From my point of view, it was very fortunate because the Sixth Imperial Prince and the angel who was his consort-to-be were here at the right time, and Cheong Won couldn't touch a single hair on their body.

"That's right. You, a high-ranking Saint, wouldn't want to only...