“...Thus, it appears that we need some means to prepare for the Holy See's pursuit. Does anyone have any opinions?" Yun Chang-Su's question was focused on the last topic of the meeting, but no one could easily open their mouths.0

Kaga-ga-gak. 0

The reason for this was found in an unexpected place: the screeches of the Executioner's Sword, which was in the hands of the Cult Leader. Throughout the meeting, the Cult Leader had held the sword and gazed at both Yeom Man-Geun and Ha Pan-Seok silently.0

"Executive Yeom Man-Geun, it seems like you have something to say...."0

"Uh, well... I reckon I ain't got nothin' to say 'bout that."1

Yeom Man-Geun quickly avoided eye contact and avoided answering Yun Chang-Su’s question. 0

Ever since Sun-Woo entered the chapel, Yeom Man-Geun couldn't even think of opening his mouth due to the tremendous majesty shown by the Cult Leader. 0

It felt like the chillingly cold and flashy Executioner’s Sword had locked onto him, and a slip of the tongue would be enough to sever his head clean from his neck.0

Moreover, the Cult Leader seemed to be able to manipulate the Loa's power with ease.Two years ago, it was difficult to figure out whether Sun-Woo was a puppet or a prophet, but now he had suddenly become the respectable Cult Leader and Prophet.0

"Since no one has anything to say..." Yun Chang-Su trailed off, looking stumped.0

Because no one pitched in new opinions, the meeting could not go on.0

Meanwhile, Yeom Man-Geun, with his head bowed, was subtly glaring at Ha Pan-Seok. 0

"Oh, the Executioner's Sword looks well-suited for beheading, haha. As expected, the Cult Leader's sorcery..." 0

Taking in Yuk Eun-Hyung's disgusting flattery through one ear and out the other, Yeom Man-Geun chewed on his lips.0

He said, without the Altar, Sun-Woo wouldn't harness the power of the Loa, let alone castin' spells right. Darn nonsense! But heck, it's on me. I was downright foolish to put my trust in a no-good dimwit like him....0