Red remained silent for a long time. The believers below tried to guess her thoughts, not daring to make a sound.
Dozens of seconds, several minutes, several moments passed.
At last, Red herself broke the silence first.
"Once, there was a man named VanGelei Stan. He was the illegitimate child of a nobleman and a village woman, ugly in appearance and possessing only one left leg. He had great difficulty moving and could not do farmwork. Until one day, his mother could finally no longer work. Before she died, she told him the truth and asked him to find his biological father."
The apostles exchanged looks, not daring to speak. They only listened as the Goddess said leisurely, "The other one was Red Teleki. He stole VanGelei's true identity and status, took away his father's love and inheritance, and used his connections and wealth to expand aggressively, becoming immensely powerful at court."
"As for Red, he felt guilty toward VanGelei and feared that he would expose the truth, so he gave him a sum of money and let VanGelei study the art he liked. That way, he could keep his emotions stable and prevent him from becoming suspicious."
"And so, VanGelei Stan—or rather, VanGelei Teleki—lived less than two hundred meters from the doorstep of his own home. He lived at Hainas's art academy for thirty years, never once truly stepping through his family's door. Meanwhile, that Red Teleki lived without worry for food or clothing, sold off the family estate, hoarded land overseas, and made a habit of it. He became a prominent Landlords clan known far and wide."
As the Goddess spoke, she paced back and forth.
"Yet what was the result?"
"That Red spent his entire life chasing fame and profit, playing petty tricks everywhere and looking for