"Honestly, depending on how believers interpret it, it can change a lot. Anyway, deposit interest is good for them too."
No matter what she said, the current situation was telling.
Even if it was Bishop Verkis, the fact that Archbishop Haman, located in Black Label, showed interest had its symbolic meaning.
And the number of such people increased.
Rockefeller, who held deposit interest, could only grow stronger.
And so would his influence.
"I intend to make all the believers who come to me slaves to deposit interest. No matter what anyone says, I set the interest rate."
Rockefeller's words continued.
"If someone looks unpleasant to me or disagrees with my intentions."
Rockefeller asked.
"Would I offer high interest?"
Rockefeller shook his head.
"In the end, to receive high interest, they cannot take my words lightly. And this is my idea."
Hearing Rockefeller's words, she became deep in thought.
'Maybe...'
If the church, which she had considered a problem until the end, could be resolved in the way Rockefeller described.
Could it be possible for Christian Ismail, the second prince from the Ismail family, to win the crown war?
Her subtle gaze lingered on Rockefeller for quite a while.
The One Closest to God #2(1)
Late at night.
A mysterious guest appeared at the Banco where Rockefeller was working.
The man, wearing a deep hood and accompanied by someone who seemed to be an assistant, came to the Banco, and the strange thing was that Ricardo, Rockefeller's assistant, was not surprised at all.
"Rockefeller is on the second floor. Follow me."
Ricardo respectfully led the mysterious man to the second floor where Rockefeller was.
Soon, the two were able to stand in front of Rockefeller, who was with his secretary.
"Who... are you?"
As Rockefeller expressed his doubt about the unidentified guest who came to see him without any prior notice, Ricardo, who had brought him to the second floor, bowed his head and apologized to Rockefeller.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you, Rockefeller."
"What? What are you talking about...?"
After finishing his words, Ricardo stepped back respectfully, and the hooded man took his place.
With wide eyes, Rockefeller continued to look baffled.
Perhaps thinking it was time to step in, the woman who had been guarding Rockefeller's side suddenly began to speak.
Her voice was definitely different from before, heavy for a woman.
"I've been watching you all this time."
As even the secretary began to speak strangely, Rockefeller stared at the woman who introduced herself as Elise.
'Could it be... she's revealing her true identity here?'
It was surprising.
The Ismails trusted no one.
So revealing their true identity to someone was a rare event.
Yet the fact that she revealed it to him must have had significant meaning.
'It can't be...'
It was an unbelievable moment.
However, it seemed they were trying to reveal the identity they had been hiding so far.
Otherwise, how could they say such things?
"What's going on all of a sudden? And you, my secretary, have been watching me all this time...?"
Rockefeller, pretending not to know anything, stared at Elise, who had said strange things to him, with a flustered expression.
"Elise, why are you suddenly acting like this?"
Her expression remained unchanged in response to his question.
Or rather, it was accurate to say she had no expression.
"I'm sorry for the late introduction. I am Sylvia Ismail. I am the current leader of the Ismail family, taking over for my late brother Ricardo, and the real owner of the Ismails."
Even though he knew, Rockefeller pretended not to.
"Sylvia Ismail? Who is that? It's a name I've never heard before."
At that moment, the hooded man who had come to see Rockefeller began to speak in a gentle tone.
"When a big problem arose in my maternal family, the Ismails, a long time ago, my sister, who survived with great difficulty, was born from different parents. However, since the same Ismail blood flows in both of us, we have relied on each other as siblings and lived together until now. I suppose the people of the family think she is Ricardo's twin. It was an inevitable choice for us to maintain the family's reputation.
After finishing his words, he took off his hood and revealed his face.
Pale white skin.
Long silver hair and deep eyes.
'Could it be...'
He was a beautiful young man who seemed to have come straight from a romance fantasy.
And with all the characteristics of the Ismails, he was the second prince of the empire, Christian Ismail.
'Is he the second prince of the empire, Christian Ismail? With that silver hair and deep eyes, he looks just like an Ismail family member.'
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