That’s correct

"So, you were just planning to make an appearance and leave? You didn't intend to cause any trouble, so now you're asking for your life?" Justin asked.

"Yes, that's correct," Elias nodded calmly at Justin's words, his face serene.

Justin frowned at the expression on Elias's face. "Then why is your face like that? You don't look the least bit sorry."

"That's not it. It's because my followers are watching. Please, understand my situation," Elias explained, stretching out his hand with a soft smile.

Despite the benevolent look he gave, his words were nothing but pitiful. His outstretched hand, though saintly in appearance, was an act of sheer desperation.

"If I start groveling now, their faith will waver, and I might be ousted as their leader. The moment I'm overthrown, I'll be killed by my own followers. I'm doing this because I want to survive."