As I soaked in the warm bath, all sorts of random thoughts crossed my mind. Could other players, swayed by the Order, be faking ignorance like me? Are they genuine believers or sly actors?

Ex... husband? And he’s here in the Cathedral? Wait, you guys got married, divorced, and still get along? “To be precise, he was someone I married before converting.” Casimir explained. “That’s right. Once we took our oaths, everything in our past, including our marriage vows, became irrelevant.”

Walking around the Capital’s Cathedral in my country bumpkin attire would’ve definitely turned heads. So, I ended up with a cloak to cover it up. Damn, this thing weighs a ton.

“I’ll come by as an apprentice paladin and check in on you often. You can fill me in on what’s been happening then.” Why does he look so pleased with his idea?

“Anyway, after you’re ordained, you’re officially appointed as a reader for your family. Though you’re no longer a noble in the strict sense, you can still live with your family, or even take up residence in the church...

Honestly, this bastard system is seriously frustrating! It can’t even show a name above a unit’s head. It’s not user-friendly at all! Tertius... curly silver hair, those unique mint-green eyes... he’s the sixth Apostle. Still, his exact title remains a mystery. And he’s got that ability to see emotions as colors.

“I’m sorry. That was a mistake.” “Please, let go of my hand.” ‘What should I do now?’ The moment Tertius let go, he was worried that Fabio might seize the opportunity to flee. But continuing to hold him would only fan the flames of his fear.

Tertius was well aware that Fabio was no ordinary serf. …Individuals under surveillance by those beyond the stars, usually have made a contract with a specific entity.

The halo shining behind Adna was the kind you’d normally only see when a Saint performed a miracle. When Tertius asked what she had done, Adna said it wasn’t a blessing she had used but simply an attempt to calm down her emotions.

Tertius took great pride in his ability to see emotions as colors, a unique gift that landed him the position of an adjudicator.

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.