"Was this a prophecy?"
Kallen looked at the painting, lost in thought for a long time.
He did not believe Mr. Bede would paint something purely symbolic of love especially for him. If that were the case, he should have given it to Piaget instead.
The meaning of the painting was also clear: the lofty position of the Wall God, toward which Linda was rushing, had already been taken by Piaget.
It explicitly indicated that Piaget was the next Wall God.
Yet this explicit indication felt a little like playing house, a little too hasty and simple. But playing house with a "god" seemed deeply disrespectful. After all, a believer's greatest taboo was blasphemy against a god.
Moreover, another hidden thread lay within it: how should one define the standing of a painter who could predict who the next Wall God would be?
This inevitably led to a paradox: only the next Wall God could predict who the next Wall God would be, yet the person he predicted was someone else?
Through the window, Kallen watched the two figures carrying bags of all sizes toward the end of the street. For a moment, he did not know whether his expression should be solemn and serious or relaxed and smiling.
"Looks like I should keep my distance from people in the Wall God Church. Not only are they crazy themselves, they're also good at turning other people crazy."
Rolling up the painting and putting it in his pocket, Kallen first walked toward the front desk, where Muli happened to be standing, ready to settle the bill.
"I've got this."
Kallen rested a hand on Muli's shoulder.
Muli turned to look at Kallen and smiled. "I wasn't planning to fight you for it. I just came to get a few more bottles