For the past few days, I’ve been eating well and resting well.

At the same time, I treated the sick from the slums who came to the temple, and in the evenings, I spent some relaxed and leisurely time with Iomene, Almene, and Erfa.

I felt like I needed this to get by.

The gods of the temple hadn’t said a word to me, and the power of Asmodeus inside my soul had also remained silent, not uttering a single word. I felt like I had to release some stress somehow, or I wouldn’t be able to keep going.

“Saint! This is the child I treated last time! Look how much they’ve grown!”

“I’m glad. Is this the same child from when I saw them as a newborn?”

“Yes! It’s all thanks to you, Saint. We named them Amayel!”