Jin Gyeoul strode forward without the slightest hesitation.
As if the cardinal’s speech could go to the dogs, he marched farther and farther away. The attention of the crowd gathered like clouds immediately streamed toward him.
“Commander Admiral! Where is the Lord going?”
“I don’t know either.”
“There are so many ignorant commoners around. Why would he go alone?”
The heresy inquisitors who had been guarding the cardinal exchanged glances among themselves, then all fell in behind him.
Winter Jin, commander of the heresy inquisitors.
A man whom the Sleeping Father had personally bestowed with divine power before suddenly sending down to the sea one day.
Among the priests, the heresy inquisitors were those who had undergone the harshest tests of faith.
To them, their direct commander, who monopolized the Father’s favor, was far more important than some mere cardinal.
“Oh, my! What’s happening?”
“He’s coming this way right now, isn’t he?!”
“Wow…… h-he’s gorgeous…….”
“Is he even the same species as us?”
As the transcendentally handsome man drew closer and closer, every member of the watching crowd stared in a daze and whispered.
Yet they only watched in admiration. Perhaps because of the peculiar chill surrounding him, no one dared approach, and instead they hurriedly cleared a path.
‘Wait. This direction is…….’
Baek Dohyun, who had been silently following along, stopped short.
This was the same direction as before.
‘Where I thought I…