Chapter 121
“In any costly circumstance, we must proceed.”
The rebel leader, Javillon, wore a smile. His eyes shimmered with a yearning for talent. It was also the gaze of a strategist who spotted a window of opportunity.
“A saint capable of healing with a mere touch.”
He found it genuinely unbelievable. He hadn’t entertained the thought that the rumor could be entirely accurate.
‘Rumors are typically embellished, after all.’
The assertion of exceptional medical skills was likely true. Nevertheless, the idea that he could heal through mere touch had to be a blatant exaggeration. Such fantastical occurrences couldn’t possibly be real. There had to be luck, coincidence, or some form of deception involved.
But that wasn’t the crux of the matter.
‘What truly matters is how people perceive this saint.’
It didn’t matter if it was an exaggerated bluff. Even if it was a scam, that was acceptable. What counted was that people believed it. That held significance. The fact that people revered and looked up to the saint was of the utmost importance.