Half an hour later.
When the clock reached one in the morning, a bedroom in Lichtenstein Castle seemed especially warm.
The brown solid-wood floor, vintage carpet, and luxurious fabrics all gave off a comforting homey fragrance under the lamplight. On this cold late-autumn mountaintop, their mere presence provided the people in the room with a faint, intangible warmth.
In the bedroom, the atmosphere of the conversation between Lanchi, Hughberlian, and the priestess Sticella was no longer as hostile as before. Now, they looked like classmates casually chatting late at night during a trip.
Once Lanchi was truly regarded as an ally, it was easy to sense the reassuring aura about him.
After chatting with Lanchi, Sticella felt that her future was filled with light.
It was as if she had truly been reborn.
Perhaps this was the blessing she had received after accidentally swearing an oath to the Goddess of Fate that afternoon.
And Lanchi was the angel sent by the Goddess to redeem her.
"It's getting late today. Let's call it here."
Lanchi closed the notebook in his hand, inserted the pen clip onto the cover, and picked up the book, looking like a teacher about to leave after class.
There were still several days to slowly ask Sticella about the specific affairs of the Rebirth Church.
Hughberlian also had the self-awareness of a teaching assistant and was ready to leave with Lanchi at any time.
She saw that when Sticella heard Lanchi say that their conversation for the day was ending, a trace of reluctance actually appeared on her face.
When brainwashing was accompanied by sincerity and goodwill, it looked like winning others over through virtue. But when winning others over through virtue was filled with ulterior motives, it was actually brainwashing.
When people said he was doing