The Consul waved his hand and said to the clueless Secretary-General, "You can leave first."
"Ah!?" The Secretary-General was baffled. Wasn't he supposed to stay and protect him?
The Consul failed to understand the look in his eyes. Otherwise, he would only have mocked the man's belly for being bigger than a pregnant woman's. Who was protecting whom was anyone's guess.
In the end, the Secretary-General shut the door and left, still seeming somewhat unwilling as he went.
Once the door closed, leaving only the two of them, the atmosphere did not change in the slightest.
"What? Surprised?"
The Consul smiled. When facing Transcendent Power, he had been passive at every turn. Especially when forced to hold back for fear of consequences, he had seemed clumsy every time.
It was not a matter of ability. The other side had cheats... how was anyone supposed to play against that?
But now that they stood on the same starting line, the Consul naturally had nothing to fear.
Only with cards in hand could one win.
Ganis felt the exact opposite. He clearly remembered just how utilitarian the man before him was, approaching faith entirely from a pragmatic perspective.
How could someone like that possibly have faith?
Ganis did not believe it at all. It was like those women who smoked, drank, got tattoos, went clubbing, and had abortions—would you believe they were good women?
Seeing his expression, the Consul knew Ganis could not accept the fact that he, too, was a "devout" believer.
As a politician, he was not flustered in the slightest.
"Since you don't want to speak, why not listen to a story?"
Ganis stared at him intently.
"About a hundred years ago, there was a young man about your age.
"He was crazily obsessed with the Winged Human Epic