From her earliest years, Adna carried the heavy burden of severe burns that left her face disfigured, a traumatic period she has no memory of.
Robbed of her sight, her eyes faded into a ghostly white, while her skin wept a ceaseless stream of pus.
Isn’t this enough for you?
What more do you want from me? That I’ll fawn over you with gratitude for your grand insights? Well, that’s a no-go. I’ve still got a shred of dignity left.
Just wanted to give you a quick update. Unfortunately, I’ll be dropping this project. When I initially picked it up, I thought there wasn’t a translator working on it, which was a shame because this webnovel is such a fun and hilarious read! To the original translator (if you happen to come across this), my apologies. I swear I scoured NU, but couldn’t pull up an ongoing translation.
“I mean, I am…”
“Does it bother you?” he interjected sharply, cutting off my response. My eyes widened, taken aback.
It seems like I’ve managed to paint myself as the bad guy in Adna’s eyes due to a split-second lapse in judgment, and I definitely can’t afford to let the other Apostles think the same of me.
In the world of subtle cues and hidden meanings, saying “don’t change” often sounds like a veiled “you’re just fine as you are.” So when Adna says that with her hands on my shoulders, even the most clueless bastard would know that it’s a warning.
Objectively speaking, ‘Fabio’ was nothing special. He’s got a zest for learning that’s a bit unusual for a serf, sure, but it’s not like he’s dropping groundbreaking modern insights left and right…
“Fabio, you possess a unique mental barrier that even the blessings of the Holy Maiden can’t breach. Additionally, your unique constitution prevents you from detecting any divine power.”
“Ah, there’s one more thing,” Apostle Adna interjected. “Fabio, you mentioned that all you remember is your name, correct?”
Her words put me on edge once again. It was as if she could tell I had lied before...
I couldn’t help but wonder if the game’s portrayal of the Order was deliberately altered. It didn’t make sense that the Church of Order, known for its savage nature, was behaving differently.
“What glimpses did you catch within him?”
The moment Fabio and the fifth Apostle exited, Casimir was the first to break the lingering silence.
“Would you believe me if I admitted that I saw... absolutely nothing?”
But here, I’m known as ‘Fabio.’ Even though people see Fabio as a bit of a country bumpkin without much education, it doesn’t really get under my skin.