"Your Eminence, let me take you home."
Woforen was very pleased that his grandson had addressed him this way on this occasion.
Back when his grandson worked in the Church Administration Building, he had often muddled and blurred the way he addressed him. Though Woforen had reminded him many times, he had always taken it as a joke rather than taking it to heart.
Woforen had once told Kallen that his grandson was quite good in other respects. His greatest flaw was probably that his upbringing had been too privileged and comfortable, leaving him somewhat soft in character.
He would certainly start far ahead of ordinary believers his age, but against those geniuses who had truly fought their way up from the ranks of ordinary people, he really fell rather short.
Now, however, Woforen could clearly feel that his grandson had suddenly grown up, but the price of that growth was far too high and heavy.
"I'm not going home."
"Not going home? Are you going back to the Church Administration Building? I think you need to take better care of yourself."
"Is there still any point in taking care of this body of mine?"
Leon was about to argue, but Woforen interrupted him:
"All right, I'll take care of myself. I'm a little hungry. I'll have dinner here before leaving. After all, I need to take care of myself."
"All right, I'll prepare something for you. Our director set up a kitchen in a room on the third floor. I'll cook for you myself."
"No, no. Though I know I don't have long left, I'm not in such a hurry that I need to run toward the end.
"You and I are all that's left of our family. If you cooked a meal and sent your own grandfather straight