LIAM
There is a difference—a very big one—between anticipating that your own blood brother is involved in something shady and knowing it.
I was just blabbering about how it would be a miracle if this cult happened to be the one I was looking for. But I didn't expect it to be the one. I was assuming and blabbering who knew that the God of Luck actually took it seriously and caused the miracle.
Honestly, I actually didn't want it to happen. No matter how distant I was from my brother, Oliver, I never wanted him to be involved in something that would end up getting back at him as well as our Kingdom. At this point, I don't even dare to continue this investigation. I am scared of what I find out from all the digging.
But everything freezes when the priest of the cult introduces himself. Isn't Saint Christopher Oliver's name that he uses to do all these things? Why is this man telling me otherwise? My brain goes into a spiral as it starts to comprehend what is happening here.
