Raphael may have an absolute will, but that didn't mean he had a peaceful mind.

The encounter with the old man greatly displeased him, but he didn't choose to forcibly calm down his emotions for the same reason the old man displeased him so much: he was arrogant.

And as an arrogant young boy he wouldn't let anyone have an inkling of a reason to think they were better than him.

His arrogance may have come from the fact that everyone regarded him as a perfect Holy Son, or maybe his arrogance first made him expect and easily accept this powerful identity of which he knew nothing about.

But the matter of the fact was that for the current him even the pope may be regarded as nothing more than a lackey for his distinguished position.

His facade as a magnanimous young man crumbled at the first hiccup he encounter on his way.

So, as Judas appeared on his line of sight, his already displeased mood came up with all kinds of ideas.

Of course, he wouldn't ruin this perfectly good specimen that delivered itself to his door just to resolve his trouble, but a hint of devious nature couldn't help but flash for a moment on the corners of his smile.

While Judas tried to explain his/her plight while leaving aside the details, that failure of a control mage still let a lot of details slip, and Raphael didn't let them pass by unnoticed.

Still, the arrogance in Judas' eyes was persisting throughout their conversation.

Raphael understood: once he destroyed that baseless pride, let alone converting the lost lamb to God, he could do anything he wanted to her.

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There were surely other more effective and efficient ways, but to make Judas relax and let down her guard the first thing that came to his mind was bringing her to a pub.

Of course, he had to find one of the cleaner ones to avoid the drunkards and the rats, after all, they both were kids, but it was exactly this characteristics the church often bragged and blabbered about, so of course he found what he was looking for near the Cathedral of St. Mary of the Marina.

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If he didn't, what fooling kingdoms and swindling them of their resources the old man talked about, even the little kids would be worry free to spit in the face of the nuns for how much credibility they would lack.

Even then though, he could still identify some whory looking waitresses with a bit too much red on the lips and provocative dresses throwing flirtatious glances around roaming the pub they finally entered.

Sometimes a group of men would call one of them over and, instead of ordering another round of beers, while grabbing her buttceeks they would speak in low voices with their gaze firmly focused on the exposed cleavage of the waitress.

Immediately after the woman would bring them to the back as the hand on her ass dug a little deeper inside her.

As they waited for the food to come, Raphael led the small talk, trying to let Judas open up and hopefully discovering deeper important memories, but the "girl" didn't say much and only answered the small talk too.

This wasn't because she suddenly gained a brain and discovered why the sunny little boy was trying to make her comfortable, but because she didn't care to talk about nothings with a nobody brat she was bound with that would surely soon release her of his own accord.

Seeing as this technique didn't lead anywhere, Raphael tried switching tactics and brought Judas to the game room to a random pool table, trying to let the excitement do the work for him, but the result was the same.

A couple of tactics later and Raphael was still left with nothing.

Suddenly, a slutty waitress came to their side and asked them if they needed anything else while aggressively winking, an action she seemed to think was performed with modesty and elegance.

Raphael still wasn't completely clear about the matters of men and women, but lately he was coming up with more and more situations that taught him of them, so, an idea came to him.

He shoved Judas to the waitress.

"My friend here may look young and shy but she has always been interested to try a group, possibly headstrong that would overpower her every resistance!"

"Wait what?! That's not..."

"Don't worry, just let yourself go! Lady, here's for your services to come."

Raphael handed the waitress all the money he had on hand.

The lady, on the other hand, couldn't be more happy.

Not only would the men pay her to be with such a cute girl as Judas, but she was also receiving money from her benefactor too.

All worries about being arrested for ruining a proper little girl or her conscience worrying her about such a thing we're thrown out of the window as she patted her large chest and promised she would give Judas an experience she would not forget for the rest of her life.

"Don't worry young master, I will bring her to you tomorrow at noon right here."

The sight of the woman dragging away Judas finally gave him peace of mind.

Raphael suddenly had an epiphany: all that hard work he did could just be passed down onto other more and capable hands.

His God was the prime example of this: wasn't he all powerful and all that, but it was still the Church who did his work in this world.

Truly, a Holy Son such as himself would resemble God more and more as he grew.