While discussing strategies with my grandfather in training mode, there was one overarching premise we had agreed on.

I needed Faybi to recognize me as the Apostle of Armadi.

If not, no matter what I said, Faybi wouldn’t really listen. She’d just half-hear me and eventually act according to her own will.

However, if she acknowledged that I was Armadi’s Apostle, things would be different.

Faybi, who had longed for God’s love but realized she could never receive it because she was a fabricated saint, would listen to the words of someone who claimed to be God’s Apostle. To her, …