High Priest

……What servant?

Claude was a bit confused and didn't know how to respond. Instead, he stiffened his face, glanced lightly at the priest, and gave him a faint look.

The priest, whose excitement had clouded his judgment, suddenly calmed down. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He instinctively knelt on the ground, fearfully pressing his forehead against the cold floor.

How could he presume to guess the thoughts of the god and even attempt to influence His actions? Fortunately, the dog god was merciful and did not hold him accountable. Otherwise, for such offensive behavior, being skinned, tongue-pulled, and thrown into a hellish oil pan would not be an exaggeration.

Seeing the priest's fearful expression and realizing he should not have mentioned anything related to the god's servant, Claude breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as long as he remained silent, wore a poker face, and gave the priest a meaningful look

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