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CHAPTER 82: Discovered
“If you want to, then just go ahead. Perhaps you could get a more favourable result if you talk to him, but don’t expect me to come with you when you see him...”
These were the last words that Galahad said before he disappeared again from their sight without any goodbyes or explanations.
“That punk, he must still be at feud with him.” Templar said, frowning.
“He’s in feud with the head god? Why?” Shia asked.
“Well, they had always been in feud, you know... Typical of fathers and sons...” Templar couldn’t bear to upset her sister further by telling her that it had intensified because of Galahad’s insistence to guide her mortal body throughout her thousand and one lifetimes.
He didn’t need to do this, however. Shia could read through his body language and nervous laugh.
“I see... So, when can we talk to the head god?”
“I’ll try to set a meeting by tomorrow. Let’s have this wedding as soon as possible so that brother-in-law could
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