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"Change my faith?"
Klein froze briefly, then remembered his persona as a fanatical oracle and chuckled twice. "Then I certainly won't let Him have His way."
Whether for the sake of his persona or the faith he had never possessed in the first place, changing his faith was absolutely out of the question.
He leaned toward Medici and asked in a lowered voice, "Not the Dark Angel, but God Almighty? Is that why you kept refusing to say His name? Were you afraid I wouldn't dare come open the door if I heard it?"
Thinking about it, it really was rather strange. Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn had all been killed in that basement in Backlund before their minds merged into a three-in-one evil spirit. In the killing of the Ancient Sun God, the Dark Angel's role had been to return to the main body and hold back His consciousness as it fought back. Later, the True Creator had taken away His characteristics. In other words, He had never actually been killed, so how could He have left behind an "evil spirit"?
Klein ventured a guess: it should be the body Sasrir had left behind when He fell asleep before Rose Redemption began its operation, or perhaps merely a mental imprint, occupied by God Almighty after He awoke.
Medici whispered back, "That's right. He was asleep all along before this, so I couldn't be sure who it really was. But now that God Almighty's will has awakened, I'm guessing He must have taken control of Sasrir's imprint long ago. He holds the Chaos Sea and is omniscient and omnipotent. He knows why you came here, so He simply waited here."
Colin and Lovia stood a short distance away. The two demigods kept their eyes lowered, pretending they could not hear