After finishing all this, he looked at the man sitting on the ground diagonally across from him, dressed in an exceedingly plain white robe, his face weathered by hardship.
His face was identical to that of the man in pitch-black full plate armor, whose build resembled a small giant, but there was no madness in his dark brown eyes, only the stillness of an unruffled lake.
...He looked very much like Snowman, the ascetic in Groselle's Travels.
After letting his thoughts wander briefly, Cyril took a step forward and spoke first:
"Hello, Mr. Leomaster."
Hearing him say his name, the man with his head lowered abruptly looked up, a complicated mixture of astonishment and excitement flashing through his eyes.
"Were you sent by the Lord to save me?"
If, after returning to normal, you still believe in the Ancient Sun God and acknowledge Adam... After muttering this inwardly, he gave a slight nod.
"You could say that."
"Before I set out, that person gave me some tasks. That was why I passed through here, and why I learned of your existence from a friend."
Before he could finish, Leomaster suddenly grew excited, his expression as fanatical as that of a zealot who had witnessed divine grace or a miracle.
"This must be the Lord's arrangement. It must be..."
"I can't defeat him. He'll kill me."
Did the rational personality that split off also inherit the original's cowardice?
After pondering silently for two seconds, he calmly changed his words:
"This is the Lord's prophecy. You will defeat him. You will surpass him!"
"The Lord's radiance has always shone upon you. The Lord has always watched over you."
"The Lord is watching over me..." The fear gradually vanished from Leomaster's face, and his timid gaze slowly grew resolute.
But soon, his newly