“And so, she fell into corruption. Perhaps because I rushed things a bit, there was a side effect—she ended up losing her will.”
“And then?”
“That’s the end of it.”
Why do they edit the final scene of the cinematic video?
“Isn’t there more?”
“Well…”
“There should be more. Since you came here to confess, why not finish it?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Think carefully. Wasn’t there something ungentlemanly you were about to do?”
“Your Holiness.”
“Yes.”
“It feels like you’re not conducting a sacrament right now but interrogating me instead.”
“It’s probably just your imagination.”
I quickly rebutted, but I flinched inwardly. Do I have no choice but to back off here? For some reason, it feels frustrating.
At that moment, Lead repeated my words as if rolling a piece of candy around in his mouth.
“Something ungentlemanly…”
“…”
“If you’d done it, you wouldn’t say you don’t remember. You’d have called it a precious memory.”
So he’s saying he didn’t do it, I…