But the voice that flowed from his lips was as dry as chewing on sand.

“I wouldn’t know because I don’t care.”

Greta flashed a bright smile, as if she had anticipated that answer.

“I suppose so. Of course, you wouldn’t. You never paid any mind to mere humans.”

Humming like a song, Greta caressed his arm and continued.

“In your eyes, which have resurrected from death by the will of God, such trivial matters wouldn’t appear.”

Despite the blabbering of the master who branded him with the unwanted resurrection and the absolutely unwanted slave mark, Cryer didn’t rage.

He simply focused on something that scratched his nerves from the words she spat out.

But he couldn’t quite pinpoint what part was poking and scraping at his nerves.

Because it was no different from the nonsense that Greta always muttered.

But why all of a sudden…

But he couldn’t continue his thoughts.

“…Anyway, we can’t handle that right now. But as soon as possible.”

Before the words suggesting killing Olivia, no, making her experience something worse than death could finish, Cryer cut it off.

“No. Just leave her alone.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said the princess. Leave her alone.”

Greta, who was blinking, slowly let go of his arm that she had been winding around.

Greta heard Cryer’s words, but as she couldn’t understand, she cocked her head and asked.

“Leave her alone? Why? It’s better to get rid of what’s bothersome quickly.”

At Greta’s insistence on getting rid of Olivia, Cryer didn’t bat an eyelid.

However, his hand in Greta’s line of sight was bulging with veins from gripping his fist too tightly.

“You’re bound to the empire because of the princess, aren’t you? The place you should rightfully be is here.”

As Greta tilted her head entirely, half of her face was shadowed.

“If you don’t get rid of that, you’ll forever be far away from me…”

“The reason I stay in the empire is not because of the princess.”

Cryer didn’t lie. The reason he stayed in the empire was not because of Olivia but because of a deal he made with Olivia.

At his response, Greta nodded as if the emotions she had been spilling just before, the intense longing for reunion, had been lies.

“I see. So you’re saying you’ll continue to stay in the empire?”

“Yes.”

At Cryer’s reply, Greta clasped her hands together and politely looked up at him.

Like a believer waiting for God’s answer.

“Will you teach me why you do so?”

Those scarlet eyes looking down at her were utterly still.

As if everything had come to a halt.

And as she met those eyes, Greta’s face started to flush.

Yes, those eyes.

Seeing nothing, capturing nothing, observing everything…

“No.”

Cryer, who cut off Greta’s thoughts, didn’t press for an answer or try to pry despite the denial.

Because his intention is the will of God.

The first slave of the ancient god, his knight, and someone who was like his incarnation.

Executing God’s will, or rather, must execute it.

Enduring the deep yearning and sorrow of not seeing him.

“Yes. I guess you have to go through trials to get sweet fruits.”

With a very normal sentence, Greta who had the twisted and insane meaning in it, stepped back.

Cryer, looking down at the top of Greta’s bowed head, faintly twisted his lips.

The reason he obediently followed her here wasn’t because of the crown prince’s summons but to meet the sorcerer.

Just before arriving at the royal palace. Olivia had pulled him into the carriage and poured out her thoughts.

‘We need information, no matter how I think about it! Of course, Isaac will collect information, but you can see and hear the most secretive things closest to them!’

But soon Olivia slumped her shoulders.

‘I know you don’t think that way.’

Cryer, who was sitting with his back deeply sunk into the carriage seat and his legs crossed, opened his mouth.

‘What?’

‘You’re not a comrade walking the same path with that crazy sorcerer and his daughter. But to them, you’re an insider more than anyone else.’

There’s simply no way he’s an insider. Essentially, if it’s not him, no one would be able to tell whether it’s a purification of the ancient god or a nonsense, essentially everything of the mad wizard’s daughter would be Cryer.

Whatever they do, the rest is secondary.

“So what I’m saying is… hmm, no. It seems not. You don’t have to bother looking for that damn wizard.”

But Olivia soon shook her head vehemently.

Information? Important. Collection? As I said, Cryer could find out secrets more efficiently than anyone else.

However, such things are not worth pushing him, who hates such things, in front of the wizard and his daughter.

Uhhuh, absolutely not.

While staring at Olivia who was shaking her head violently, Cryer, who was making an indescribable expression, unknowingly opened his mouth.

“No, I’ll do it.”

“Huh?”

“Like I said, I’ll be the successor.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Olivia hesitated and licked her lips.

“Is it okay to clash with those madmen? We’ll have to talk a bit to collect information.”