“Next question.” Qin Ye went on, “Lee Jung-sook personally arranged for Ahn Jun-ho’s burial. What is their relationship? And since she clearly knows you’re not Paster Ahn Jun-ho, why did you continue to keep in contact with you, yet refuse to disclose her exact location to you?”

Ahn Somi smiled bitterly, “Pastor Ahn was the pastor who administered Lee Jung-sook’s baptism. And he’s… also the nominal father of my physical body.”

“The person that Miss Lee is trying to contact is actually Marquis Rumyantsev, the person that I answer to. She might not know the intricacies of our organizational structure, but she knows full well that Ahn Jun-ho is nothing more than a channel of communication. Frankly speaking, she couldn’t care less about how the channel looks, even if a different channel bears the same appearance as the previous channel that was available to her. After all… she’s afraid of neither gods nor ghosts. To my mind, she’s a human being that’s completely devoid of any faith in these things.”

But of course… Qin Ye shook his head - How could someone who’s lived for such a long time still cling onto the hope given by a particular set of faith or belief?

Well, that would explain why Lee Jung-sook continued to contact the second Ahn Jun-ho despite having personally arranged his burial back then.

Qin Ye was deep in thought when Ahn Somi went on with a statement that jolted him right back to his senses,...