Yi Lin bent down and picked up the still "connecting" Communication Crystal from the ground.
Inside the crystal.
The Pope Dygar with an ostentatious expression still had his eyes closed, his expression lonely, lofty, cold.
"Uranus above."
"This is the will of the gods…"
Yi Lin cleared his throat twice, interrupting the show-off's speech.
"Excuse me."
"Heard you were looking for me?"
Yi Lin smiled kindly.
Pope Dygar, who was admiring himself in solitude… or rather, putting on an act alone, suddenly opened his eyes.
Through the Communication Crystal, the two silently gazed at each other.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Yet Pope Dygar's expression did not undergo the changes Yi Lin had imagined.
He saw that face yet again.
The face that Yi Lin vaguely found familiar.
And somewhat deserving of a beating.
It might have been an illusion.
Yi Lin always felt… that this face, he seemed to have slapped hard at some time, in some place.
After three seconds.
