Perhaps because the young man named Angel was so polite, or perhaps because it was rare for anyone to visit the Sprout Church, the middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You may."
"Before I ask, may I know how I should address you?" Angel remained as courteous as ever.
"You may call me Kazhona." Faced with a handsome, well-mannered suspected noble, Kazhona wanted to do her best to display proper etiquette as well. But having spent years among the lower classes, her formality and tone possessed no elegance, only a touch of awkward comedy.
Even Kazhona herself felt somewhat embarrassed, but the young man before her showed no change in expression and continued smiling gently. That allowed Kazhona to relax a little.
"Madam Kazhona, I noticed that the other churches in this parish are rather dilapidated. Why has this church remained so perfectly preserved?"
Kazhona frowned. Because of the so-called disappearance incident back then, the Sprout Church was extremely famous in Paladova. For a time, she suspected that he was asking this question to pick a fight. Yet the young man's accent did not sound like that of someone from the Yirong Kingdom, and his clothes seemed less influenced by Yirong Kingdom "fashion," carrying instead a traditional, antiquated air.
He should be a traveler, right? Perhaps he truly did not know the Sprout Church's past.
With that thought, Kazhona considered it and decided to explain it to Angel. It was rare for someone not to immediately accuse the Sprout Church of being an evil religion, but instead wish to know the history of the Sprout Church. As a devout believer of the Sprout God, Kazhona still hoped that more people would revere the Sprout God.
Angel put on a look of sudden realization. "So it was a church