Yahweh Has Awakened Within Me

Washington Airport, "Lord Takashi, I've long admired your reputation. Please guide me."

Faced with the elegant curtsy of England's eldest princess, Takashi, his eyes closed, waved a hand.

"No need for formalities. I'm only a guest myself, Princess Charlotte."

The last time Takashi had been nearly blasted into Yellow Springs by Fat Mary, he had required a lengthy treatment. More than half the skin and muscle cells across his body had been replaced before he fully recovered. Now that he had heard Luigi had received a "prophecy of death," he came without needing the director-general to persuade him.

America had originally wanted to invite even Rufu from the Philippines, but who knew he would not be home? They had no choice but to drop the matter.

"My lords, the safety of the Lord... no, Luigi, is in your hands."

The director of the Secret Service approached and proactively extended his hand in greeting to the two Ghost Rank powerhouses. The American government was currently under enormous public pressure. After all, even if there was a "Judas," there still had to be an executioner. And would the American government play that role?

The blond president was already at his wits' end, pressing a hand on the Bible and swearing solemn oaths.

As for a certain ethnic group in America?

What a joke. We're all American citizens—what nonsense are you talking about?!

In the Middle East, Imhotep, the high priest of Ancient Egypt, was driving slaves into massive construction projects. At a time like this, who would dare claim to be part of a certain ethnic group—were they tired of living and too embarrassed to say they wanted to die?

"Are we going to see Mr. Luigi directly?"

England's eldest princess was the first to ask. By now, all of Washington had