I couldn’t just tell Templar Bahamut that I was the God of Sacrifice and Revival, and I obviously couldn’t keep my wings open. It was annoying to keep telling people that I was the incarnation of Lucifer, and more importantly, I didn’t know how he was going to react. 0

There was no guarantee that he wouldn't go berserk like what Spirit Gelk had done.0

It would be enough if he thought that he had just seen an illusion. I just needed him to doubt what he had seen and question whether what he had seen was real or not. It had to be enough to sway him.0

‘Even if he doesn't swayed by that…’0

He wouldn't be suspicious of me, at the very least. 0

It didn’t matter whether he thought of me as a wandering priest with special holy power, a saint who had received the Goddess' blessing, an angel from up above, or Lucifer's messenger. The important part was making him get rid of any negative thoughts about me. 0

If he had no choice but to doubt me, then I wanted him to doubt me in a positive way.0

“What do I look like, Templar Bahamut?” I asked.0

“...”0

“No matter what you think of me, I’m just an ordinary wandering priest. I’m a believer who serves Lucifer with all...0