“Father…” Draktaris mumbled.0

“Are you okay, Father? Father,” Templar Genny asked.0

My face was filled with many emotions, such as fear, confusion, and horror. 0

The sight was probably making them imagine many things.0

I cried as if someone had turned on the faucet in my eyes, and I was trembling as if I had jumped into the ocean mid-winter. My face was pale, my lips were dry, and I was panicking, making Draktaris and Templar Genny confused about what to do.1

They were obviously worried about me. Of course, they were curious as well, as I showed this kind of reaction right after meeting with Father Bahamut. 0

They were probably thinking about what exactly had happened and why I was reacting this way. By now, I was sure there were several assumptions in their heads. 0

It was ridiculous how Templar Geny was making a big deal as if this was happening to him. Perhaps my never-ending teardrops of light had made him emotional, or he was probably just worried and sympathizing with my pain. 0

He was crying as well.0

“Father! Father!” Draktaris exclaimed. Unlike...0