Ophiel's expression was calm as she said,
"A Grand Lord-class monster was killed in that Grand Graveyard. Its remains bore traces of having been melted by Holy Flame. If a high-Sequence wielder of Holy Flame had done it, I naturally wouldn't care. But you're different. Your Holy Flame isn't very intense, yet its purity is astonishing."
Lin En stopped in his tracks.
He said nothing.
He simply stood with his back to her, wearing down her patience.
A long while passed.
Ophiel's gaze flickered, and at last, she could no longer hold back.
"Are you... my god's Divine Chosen?"
For an instant.
A light breeze blew.
Salgon and Hana Ye stared blankly.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin En glanced sideways beneath his hood and said,
"Heh. So you figured it out."
"..."
Silence fell over their surroundings.
Salgon and Hana Ye stood frozen with (꒪Д꒪) expressions, like statues as a light breeze swept past.
At those words, Ophiel's gaze tightened. Her entire body tensed, and her chest rose and fell almost involuntarily.
Could it be...
Lin En clasped his hands behind his back, drew a deep breath, and said,
"Why did you have to expose me? You even went out of your way to follow me... If I hadn't needed to save my friend, I wouldn't have wanted to use this power. But I never expected... that you'd still discover me."
Salgon and Hana Ye remained motionless, stunned.
Ophiel's gaze sharpened. She unconsciously clenched her hands, her voice wavering slightly as she said,
"Impossible. Ever since my god became the Great Sun, no other Divine Chosen has appeared apart from us Seven Divine Attendants and my lord's Vessel... Besides, if someone truly had been chosen by my god, she should have sent us a Divine Oracle..."
Lin