I struggled to understand what I had heard.
But I could not.
It was not something that could be understood in the first place.
‘Every person in Mournveil received treatment from Dominic?’
No—could that even be called treatment? Was that the appropriate word for it?
Even if Mournveil was a small rural city, every last citizen….
Had gone to Dominic….
I had begun to think it must be an exaggeration when I turned my head.
Dominic was looking at me.
When our eyes met, he gave me a faint smile.
I smiled reflexively in return. At my side, Edel began chattering once more.
“Ah, I should introduce you to our Apostles.”
Her eyes already focused again, she beckoned to the Apostles standing as quietly as ghosts.
There were twelve Apostles in total, but perhaps the others had been dispatched on other business, for only six, including Edel, were present.
The young and beautiful men and women approached without making a sound.
‘Please put some clothes on.’
Unable even to close my eyes, I helplessly stared at them in their Apostle attire.
“If there is anything you wish done, command us. We will serve you with all our hearts.”
“Yes…. There really isn’t….”
At my lukewarm response, Edel glared at the Apostles.
Her gaze upon the useless things was fierce.
Just as silently as they had approached, the Apostles withdrew.
‘I don’t see the Twelfth Apostle.’
The proper sequence was to undo an ordinary believer’s brainwashing and recruit that person…