He noticed Sperling's gaze and frowned slightly.
She didn't recognize herself, Raphael thought.
Bad boy.
"You are a sacrifice sent by the principality, right."
"Yeah."
"Didn't I say that there is no need to send anyone away this year?"
"Yes."
"So, why not sacrifice a sheep?"
"Sheep are born in your territory and belong to you."
"Then why offer yourself?"
"Although my body also belongs to this land, my soul is supported by myself. Today, I dedicate her to you." Sperling responded to the question meekly. She seemed to be used to being so submissive, like a harmless lamb.
However, Raphael knew best about her duplicity and chuckled softly.
"Aren't you a priest of the principality? Why don't you sacrifice other people in the principality?"
"Since I have taken on the responsibility, of course I have to protect my people."
"What about your husband?"
This question was asked in a haphazard manner and seemed to make no sense, but Raphael still asked it.
Sperling lowered his eyes, bit his lip, unwilling to speak.
Ten years ago, the first person Sperling sent for sacrifice was her husband.
Mission: Not afraid of power, dare to be the first