However, as a Priest of the Church of Light, Father Barry saw it as his duty to clear away any obstacles for his God.
Hanjun knew Father Barry was probably thinking about something strange again.
He realized it was impossible to change this about Father Barry, but since it wasn't too extreme, Hanjun just accepted it as part of who Father Barry was.
"Anyway, the players have already guessed that I'm not an ordinary person, so there's no need to worry about being exposed. And isn't it the duty of a Paladin to protect people? I'll keep him by my side and teach him some ways to use a Paladin's power."
Father Barry was still a bit hesitant.
While there was no problem with keeping Pork Rib Boss by Hanjun's side, having the God of Light personally teach him seemed a bit improper.
Hanjun insisted, "It's decided. No need to think about it further."
Father Barry had no choice but to inform Pork Rib Boss about the decision.
However, instead of directly telling him to receive Hanjun's guidance, he gave Pork Rib Boss a daily quest to protect Hanjun's life at all times.
...
Not far away, in a ruined cathedral within the Royal City of Orinthia, ten figures in black robes gathered around a judgment table to start their round table meeting.
These meetings usually only happened once every four years, especially after the decline of the Church of Light, when the actions of the Order of the Shattering Light slowed down as well.
Holding two of these meetings in a single month was something that hadn't happened in twenty years.
After a long silence, someone finally spoke quietly, "We've lost contact with the assassin we sent. It seems this mission has failed. The person in Ulon Town must be a high-ranking member of the Church of Light, possibly even the current Pope."
Another person snorted coldly and said, "The Pope? How could that be? With the Church of Light under our control, there's no way a Pope-level figure could appear. Maybe the failure is because the person you sent was too weak?"
The one who initially spoke remained calm despite the criticism, "Lambard is different from others. I trust Lambard's abilities. If you doubt Lambard, you can send someone to investigate the situation in Ulon Town."
Another person continued to show dissatisfaction, "Of course, I'll go and see it for myself what kind of person could make your team fail."
"Enough."
As for why he believed the God of Darkness would act this way, Hanjun thought it was just a gut feeling, a sort of subconscious belief.
The subconscious of the God of Light represented some mysterious things, and since Hanjun had become the God of Light, he didn't think he could abandon these feelings.
That noon, after a morning rain, was the perfect time for a nap.
Some players felt the effects of the weather and found a spot to roll around and rest.
Hanjun lay on the second floor of his small house, with a window open opposite the bed.
From the bed, he could see the lush Eastern Plains and the distant, hazy mountains and trees.
Technically, since becoming a god, Hanjun no longer needed rest.
But for some reason, perhaps because he had been working non-stop since regaining his identity as the God of Light, he felt a bit tired and couldn't help but yawn.
Since all the work was done, maybe he could take a break?
With that thought, Hanjun tilted his head, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
Hanjun felt his consciousness being pulled, continuously falling into an endless abyss.
Surrounded by darkness, he could sense something in the dark watching him.
He knew that this gaze belonged to the God of Darkness.
Nothing else could represent the God of Darkness more than darkness itself.
However, he didn't understand why the gaze in the darkness was only watching him, without any hostility or desire to attack.
He didn't even feel threatened.
The silent, continuous descent was frustrating.
Hanjun wanted to speak but found that sound couldn't travel in the darkness.
It was like being in outer space.