Eden, who had been locked away in prison, was unaware that outside, an old man was making efforts on his behalf everywhere.
The only thing he knew was that his once promising future had become uncertain after that slap.
What awaited him would definitely not be any sort of happy ending.
Eden sat at the very back of the cell, the pooled water on the floor reflecting his features.
His complexion was pale, even whiter than the average person's, making him stand out as a typical Priest from a distance, with good looks, slightly curved eyebrows, cheeks that were neither fat nor excessively thin, sharp facial bones, and an androgynous appearance that had caught the eyes of countless women in Danschel.
Eden raised his head and looked around the prison, the scene before him had not changed from the day before.
