“Please lift your head, Father Lee Ki-Young. There’s no need to—”1

“Please,” I begged, interrupting Rafael.0

I deeply bowed, and he looked uneasy at the sight. If necessary, I would have gone on my knees or lay flat on the ground. I was even willing to crawl between his legs, but…0

‘I don’t need to go that far…’0

I was already making him feel flustered. I was sure he was determined to achieve his goal, but he looked kind of confused to see me acting out of what he thought was my character. Obviously, I didn’t think this was going to be enough to change his mind, but it didn’t matter, as all this was just a build-up for the bigger picture.0

My plan was to show him that I wasn’t interested in fame, power, or money and that I was living only for the people of the continent.0

I became curious about the kind of expression Rafael had right now.0

I thought perhaps he would raise the holy sword high and decapitate me. In some ways, what I was doing was dangerous, but I had to do this to show that I wasn’t suspicious of him.0

I could already predict his reaction, and as expected, he grabbed my shoul...0