This way, with the help of the Divine Favored, perhaps he wouldn't have to use his life as a pawn to exchange for the Evil God's Flesh.
Then... I wouldn't have lost him.
No matter what resentment he had towards Anthony in the past, Robert's heart still couldn't hate the man who was almost like a half-son to him.
But that unspeakable anger still needed an outlet...
Ultimately, he came to hate the Succubus, whom he believed was "single-handedly responsible for this tragedy."
In hating her, he came to hate her flesh and blood as well.
Yes, it should have been like that.
But as time passed and when he saw that Little Incubus again—saw the pure, innocent aura around him, and those eyes that looked so much like his father's...
For a moment, he began to wonder if he had done something wrong.
Finally, with a slightly hoarse voice, he said, "With your sharp mind, just like your father's, you probably have some idea about your father's relationship with me and our church."
