A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

"Is it okay to be this blatant about baiting them?"

Choi Kanghoo had expressed his doubts when the shamans captured across the United States were tied up in New York's Times Square, displayed as if they were exhibits. His concern was whether the First Apostle, the necromancer, would be foolish enough to take such an obvious bait.

"Even if they're suspicious, they won’t have a choice but to make the move we want."

At that time, Ryu Seoha had been certain that the First Apostle would show up to reclaim the fragments of power that had been distributed among the shamans. If those fragments weren’t retrieved, the apostle would eventually be left powerless.

"It's surrounded by sanctified barriers, how will they approach?"

"They’ll manipulate things from behind the scenes to create some excuse to visit the square."

The square, where the shamans were displayed, had been off-limits by the orders of the leaders of each country, as part of the conditions agreed upon in a formal covenant. Therefore, a natural approach from the inside or outside was impossible. Ryu Seoha had predicted that, despite how contrived it might seem, the First Apostle would manipulate the situation to force his involvement.

“We’ve made contact with them! They’ve proposed a diplomatic meeting between ambassadors from both countries at Times Square!”@@novelbin@@

“They want a public location? Why Times Square, of all places…”