“Huh? Where…” I asked.0

“Come with me,” Gen said. He definitely found me pitiful. He definitely found the Saint of Light, who was dealt a cruel hand by fate, to be quite pitiful, but aside from that, I had no idea what he was thinking. 0

Of course, I wasn’t certain whether this current situation was an opportunity created by him, Templar Simon and Father Yohan, but Templar Gen needed to earn my favor. It honestly didn’t matter, but it was pretty exciting to think that he was pitying me.0

‘He's too easy to lure in.’0

However, who wouldn't find me pitiful? Everyone found me pitiful, but this criminal was the only one who had done anything about it so far; the ordinary people had never done anything about it. 0

Empathizing with me and actually offering me a helping hand were two completely different things. 0

As for him…0

‘I guess this is just how he is...’0

I was not sure whether he was aware or not, but he was probably seeing himself in me.0

He was raised in a temple at a young age, and he had been training...0