In an instant, goosebumps appeared all over Abel's body.
'Let's not imagine such scary things.'
He wondered if that was really true. The Sordin Church also needed reformation, so they must have sent his capable cousin to give him a break while he was struggling through this painful trial. Thanks to that, Abel was enjoying a sense of liberation.
'Let's think positively.'
"By the way, what should we do with this guy?" Abel asked, glancing at Peltron.
Although he was weak, Peltron was still a half-demon. Destroying the lump of divine power within him was truly not an easy task. If he had to describe it, Abel would say it was like trying to destroy an absolute ring, something that could only be annihilated after enduring all kinds of hardships. Abel had no intention of going through such trouble.
"That doesn't mean I can just leave it alone."
Peltron interrupted, - "No, why? Just swear you won't take revenge or anything."
