"That cursed fellow doesn't resemble a novice Faith spirit at all; it nearly cost me my life!"
"As the Saintess Kizi, the information you provided me was incorrect, and that is your responsibility."
"...You better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise..."
The Desire Curse Shell narrowed its eyes slightly, letting out a cold snort.
Rogel certainly did not want Saintess Kizi to question him.
The more he answered, the greater the risk of exposure.
Thus, the best strategy was to strike first, turning the tables to seize the initiative.
Considering this from the perspective of Desire Curse, this approach was also quite reasonable, and more importantly, it aligned with its own personality.
Sure enough.
Upon hearing the accusations and threats from the Desire Curse Shell, Saintess Kizi did not suspect Rogel; instead, a trace of surprise flashed in her slightly furrowed eyes.
