Julius Reed touched his nose, feeling like he had been offended.
Everyone knows the Prophet is a man.
He's Hiddy's father!
He's his not-so-decent father-in-law.
The relationships here are too messy.
Saying he wants to hit on Hiddy's father, is that something a person would do?
Meow.
The cat meowed.
It seemed.
Merrill Caldwell was completely speechless.
Didn't know how to reply.
"I... I... am I or am I not the Prophet?" Merrill Caldwell muttered to herself.
"Am I the Prophet, am I?"
She kept repeating.
Seeing this scene, Julius Reed suddenly had a feeling.
Something's wrong!
Very wrong!
This isn't a normal person's thoughts.
It's like artificial intelligence being troubled by a problem, causing the program to crash!
"I... you want to hit on me?"
She suddenly looked up at Julius Reed.
"Yes, what I like is the Prophet. But now you're Merrill Caldwell. So am I hitting on you, or the Prophet?" Julius Reed, inspired by Pranay Martinez, began to ask.
