Roy's head was smacked, yet he remained expressionless, his demeanor unchanged. He had long been accustomed to such treatment. A few years ago, it was their teacher smacking Linda, and Linda would turn around and smack him, while he could only endure silently.
He had always been waiting to see if any juniors could smack him, but after years, he realized that Takka didn't take on disciples. He would be the last one.
This was a despairing thought.
Roy rubbed his head emotionlessly and said, "Do you think this might be what the God looks like at different times? Are Divine Spirits born as Divine Spirits?"
Linda felt a bit of a headache, believing this junior brother completely lacked awe of the Divine Spirits, and wondered what to do if he angered the God. She showed a serious expression and smacked his head again, responding, "I don't know. Don't ask about such things in the future."
Roy rubbed his head emotionlessly: "Got it."
Upon entering the church.
