Chapter 242
[Translator – Peptobismol]
“So, who exactly are you? Did you come here to ruin my first and last vacation?”
Ronan’s eyes widened. It was indeed Alivrihe. However, he looked so different from the man he had encountered in the Savior’s memories—someone once robust and full of spirit.
Ronan sensed there was a story behind this transformation but didn’t press for details. There were more immediate concerns. He tilted his head in confusion.
“Vacation?”
“I’d appreciate it if you answered my question first.”
“I can tell you, but… you’re not going to rat us out to the Leader, right?”
“If you’re suspicious, you don’t have to say anything. But then our conversation ends here. Just know that my thoughts on the cult are far from positive.”
The old man’s demeanor was formidable—gentle yet unwavering. His experience was evident. After a brief pause, Ronan nodded.