Rafael looked kind of nervous, no—he looked really nervous. He wasn’t being hostile toward me. I couldn’t really describe it in words, but it seemed like he was uncomfortable being around me. The figures of the Vatican acted as if his reaction was understandable, and even I didn’t find the situation to be awkward because he reacted the same way ordinary people would react whenever they actually saw me. However…0

‘It’s subtly different.’0

I wasn’t sure if others felt the same way, but I got a strong feeling that he was hiding his emotions. I wasn’t sure if anger, awe, or suspicion was hidden behind that anxious face, but one thing I was sure of was that his feelings toward me weren't positive. I felt frustrated because I didn’t know his exact intentions, but still…0

‘It’s better than him.’0

Rafael was undeniably more frustrated than I was. I was the employer, and he was the employee. Even if he were the chosen warrior, I had the power to decide if it would stay that way, so I was sure he was worried for many reasons. He had to think about what he was going to do once...0