“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.

“I mean, I am…” “Does it bother you?” he interjected sharply, cutting off my response. My eyes widened, taken aback.

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.

“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...