“Hang in there… Hang in there, Father Lee Ki-Young,” the boy said.0

‘Yeah, I need to hang in there. But shit. I’m really scared.’0

I was prepared, but I was still scared.0

‘I wonder if it's going to hurt.’0

Honestly, I didn't even want to think about it. I had an idea as to what was going to happen, but I couldn't really say for sure. The thought of meeting my end made me want to pick up the dice I had already thrown. Lee Ji-Hye snorted, saying that I was being emotional for no reason when I wasn’t actually dying, but I was sure that she wouldn’t be able to say that if she were in my shoes.0

‘Am I actually going to die?’0

The thought would pop into my head from time to time. If I had to give an example, it was like drinking poison. Even if there was someone who could feed me the antidote and there were people to stop me right before drinking the poison, how many people would be able to actually drink that poison?0

‘Wow, it makes sense.’0

Lee Ki-Young had decided to sacrifice himself and drink the poison with the intention of saving the continent.0

‘Don’t waver, Ki-Young. You just need to take care of...0