DYLAN is very much willing to help and can set aside his personal problems. He already accepted his defeat. However, the pain is still visible.

“What’s the plan?” Achilles asked when he caught up with his pace.

“I’ll pretend to be the priest.”

“How?” Achilles frowned.

“Just leave it to me. Now, call that bitch and ask their exact location. The rest, leave it to me. Just act casual—as if you’re just relaxed and very much in love with that bitch, and I will act accordingly.”

“Can I trust you with this?” Achilles asked and knitted his forehead.

Dylan glanced at him and nodded.

“Just make sure that—”

“I won’t...