The Inquisitor’s attitude was somehow different from usual, unsettling in a way that was hard to pinpoint.
A fanatic of the Dark Cult, her eyes oozing venom and madness.
Yet, what had been grating on Seongjin’s nerves all along was something else entirely. It was Masain, standing behind her, visibly stiffening.
He didn’t step forward to intervene with Seongjin as he used to. He merely gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his face rigid.
But his knuckles were white from the pressure, and his expression was clearly tense.
‘We can’t stay here long…’
After briefly checking his condition, Seongjin turned back to Belinda. He needed to quickly ask the few things he was truly curious about.
“Since you claim to be blameless before the Main God, I’ll take your word for it and ask: Why are you distributing the drug tea in the north? Do you even know what its ingredients are?”
Right now, that was the most important thing to Seongjin.
To figure out what the Margrave of Sigismund had been plotting and was still plotting. And ultimately, to prevent whatever his father was planning.
Belinda raised an eyebrow in confusion, then let out a small laugh.
“Drug tea? Ah, you mean what Giacomo called the ‘Awakening Tea.’”
“Awakening Tea?”
“Yes. Another spiritual blessing bestowed directly by the Main God! The Awakening Tea is a precious treasure granted only to the Brothers of Repentance!”
A tea that creates the Flame Crystal and stimulates it.
Calling it ‘Awakening’ was quite an intuitive name.
“Right. If it’s such…