Several days later, in the prison.
"God created all things, so who created God?"
"God is self-existent and everlasting, existing before, existing now, and existing forever. Exodus, Chapter 3, Verse 14."
"Which disciple denied the Lord three times out of fear?"
"Saint Peter, from Gospel of Matthew, Chapter 26, Verses 31 through 35."
"Which city was the judgment mentioned in Book of Nahum primarily directed at?"
"Nineveh."
Maid of Orléans sat upright, answering with utmost care and staring solemnly at the dark corner as though facing a formidable enemy.
"Tsk, you actually got them all right. You've improved remarkably fast. Looks like your faith is quite devout."
The demon in the shadows smiled at Joan of Arc, and a trace of approval showed in his blinking slit pupils.
"That is thanks to your teaching as well..."
Maid of Orléans fell silent for a moment before replying frankly in a stiff voice.
"No need to thank me. After all, personally educating a steadfast believer in the Lord is rare entertainment for a demon. We each get what we need."
Unbothered by her ever-watchful vigilance, Samael leaned against the wall in the corner and stretched lazily.
Then, the demon turned to glance at the sun rising high beyond the iron-barred window and the detestable sunlight. He could not help yawning, openly showing his drowsiness and fatigue.
"Heh, that's enough for today. Boring. Let's end this game with an easy question."
Hearing that the test was about to end, Maid of Orléans let out a quiet breath. The tightly drawn string in her heart loosened slightly, and she relaxed her guarded posture before giving the demon a small nod.
Samael casually flipped open a page, chose a question, and asked in a bored voice.
"Who was the true author of the Book of