The member of the God of Crafts Church looked utterly despairing, his hand gripping the doorknob, unsure whether he should close the door or not.
If he closed it now, wouldn't that be reminding the people inside that the door had been left open and that he had heard them?
But even if he didn't close it, could he really escape?
Mom, you don't need to make dinner for me tonight...
As the God of Crafts Church member prayed in despair, a deathly silence spread through the room.
Although Klein realized the moment the words left his mouth that he might have been a little impulsive, after all, while he was certainly going to die, he might get beaten up first to vent their anger.
Thinking even worse, he might even be tortured?
All kinds of cruel punishments flashed through his mind, and Klein couldn't help shuddering.
But, as he had said—I'm fucking going to die anyway, so why the hell should I care about any of this?
And besides, the words were already out. Could he take them back and have everyone pretend they hadn't heard them?
The die was cast. With rapidly solidifying resolve, Klein craned his neck and continued to look disdainfully at Bonova, whose entire face had darkened.
"Heh..."
After a few moments, a soft chuckle, clearly suppressing emotion, broke the silence. Yet it made the atmosphere in the room even more oppressive, and the shoulders of the four archbishops involuntarily drew in.
"So you really do have something to rely on. No wonder the person behind you dared to kidnap my elder sister and use her to exchange for you."
...Huh?
Klein blinked. What did he mean by that?
Something to rely on? The person behind him had kidnapped Bonova's elder sister?
Why couldn't he