Stray

Jesse Dylan knew very well that the moment he decided to take this human being back from death, it would be difficult to hold on to his identity. If the other party was an ignorant child or an ignorant commoner, he could come up with countless excuses for coaxing.

Adrian Cross was different; he had fought everywhere as the commander of the Knights of Judgement, so he was probably the person who was most familiar with “death” itself in the entire world.

No religion, no matter how exaggerated, would dare to claim that “God will bring back the dead”.

After all, even Nemo Light couldn’t heal the body of humans who had begun to gradually die. He could keep that body alive, but the thing that survived would never be the original “human”. Although his Morning Star didn’t know about this, combined with the previous manifestations of “Jesse Dylan”, his identity wasn’t really too difficult to guess.

Jesse rubbed his cheeks with both hands and looked at the person standing opposite.

Adrian Cross stood upright, his black monk uniform clinging to his upper body, making him look like a black dagger nailed to the ground.

His eyes, as always, were calm and solemn.

“I have a question for you, Zenni.” The devout believer was calling for his God. It wasn’t a test but rather taboo, but Adrian’s tone was full of affirmation.

However, the star in his mind still didn’t flicker. This human wasn’t normal.