Grant had already risen to his feet and walked to the confessional's door, staring coldly at Gu Bei. His expression was grim. This ambush had clearly been planned for a long time, and now that it had failed, unwillingness showed in his eyes.
"...Who are you?"
Gu Bei hesitated for a few seconds. As he activated the Deep Sea Domain, he asked this question first.
Setting up a hidden mechanism in the confessional and risking everything by pretending to sleep—the other side was clearly determined to kill him. That meant Abel had most likely failed to take over his body, but with something like this... no one could be certain.
Grant snorted coldly. "Who do you think I am? It seems Cain didn't succeed on your end either. Seven-thousand-year-old antiques still using seven-thousand-year-old tricks, without realizing that the world changes."
Gu Bei was somewhat surprised.
Abel had indeed failed, but judging from Grant's tone, he did not seem to think much of Cain or Abel at all. He was not even the slightest bit surprised. Could it be...
"You already knew they existed?" he asked.
"That's right." Grant did not deny it, and he even sounded somewhat angry. "If I hadn't wanted to pull him out of my soul, I wouldn't have gone all the way into the depths of the Magic Beast Mountains. That gave you the chance to abduct the king, ultimately leading to everything happening now."
Gu Bei had not expected that answer.
...So that was it.
Everything connected again. When he had rescued the king from St. Peter's Cathedral, Grant had vanished without a trace. At the time, he had thought it was a trap, a smokescreen. Yet he had never expected Grant to have been trying to get rid of Abel.
"In fact, Abel is