�It is a god.�

�God?�

Cale became even more confused.

�Jack-nim, that is the aura of a god.�

The crazy priestess Cage had figured out what Jack was feeling. A cold and scary feeling that could not be resolved by something like hot tea.

��He can�t hear the words of his god, but I guess he can still feel it.�

She thought that it really was fate that Jack became a Saint.

Although he could not hear anything the god said to him, he could at least feel it when the god was looking at him. She opened her mouth to speak.

�The aura of a god is scary, chilling, and cold.�

Although she complained about how the God of Death was whining and swore all the time in response, she had not let go of her identity.

Just as how being excommunicated did not stop her from living her life following her own philosophy, her identity as a priestess kept her from avoiding her god.

��Miss Cage.�

Jack clasped his shaking hands together and looked toward Cage. He had calmed down a bit after a priestess serving the God of Death put her hand on him.

�Jack, what do you want to do?�

Jack reached his hand out at her question.

He seemed to be reaching for the compact mirror.

The compact mirror was soon placed in his hand. Cale had put it in there.

�Please do whatever you wish to it.�

Jack slowly opened the compact mirror after hearing Cale�s words.

Click.

He could see the old cracked mirror inside.

�Ah.�

Jack�s eyes opened wide. He looked toward Cale with shock.

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