"Father, I'd like to go home for a look."
Rasma fell silent.
Instinctively, he did not want to agree, but he neither refused nor reached out to stop him.
Because he could already foresee the conversation and the course of events that would follow his refusal.
On the surface, whether in terms of his former standing or his current strength, he, Rasma, could control everything here;
But in essence, before this grandfather and grandson, he was a wretched figure stripped of his underwear, holding a leaf to cover his shame.
Both he and the Church had tacitly accepted the current situation under Dis's "threat." Having already backed down, putting on a tough front now would be like going onstage to give a speech while clutching his crotch. He would only be a joke.
Still, there were different ways to back down.
Rasma extended a finger, and a Black Line appeared on the ground before Kallen.
"There is a set of scales in my heart. All this time, I've been unable to truly make a choice. I wouldn't advise you to go back now, but I can understand your request.
How about this? As long as you..."
Before Rasma could finish, he saw Kallen lift a foot and step over the line, then continue to face him with his head slightly bowed in respect.
"Heh." Rasma laughed and asked, "Do you know what I was going to say?"
Kallen looked at the line he had just crossed and answered, "It would probably have been some sort of choice."
"And you couldn't even be bothered to hear it?"
"That's not it. I simply feel that your final choice won't change because of me, my lord. After all, in my grandfather's era, you were the only person in Our Church who could keep