During his time in Scarlet Castle, Murphy often heard the sound of prayers.
Especially after the city's "temple district" had welcomed the Avalon Church, the Winter Wolf Church's Eye of the Wolf Monastery, a few hobbyist priests from the Church of Holy Light, and a group of berserker priests lured over from Ice Bay by the mountain folk. All kinds of prayers had turned part of the vampire city into what people called a "holy land of faith."
Though pairing the words "vampire" and "faith" always felt as odd as wrapping rice in a pancake and serving it with a bun, it really was part of everyday life in Scarlet Castle. And in Transia, which had only just stabilized, the widespread spread of proper religious faith wasn't a bad thing for its ruler.
After all, this was a world where gods truly existed. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even an intellectual like Old Chen would occasionally visit the Avalon Cathedral. Of course, it was hard to tell whether he went there to seek faith or to chat with Mother Marianne.
Anyway, according to some rumors on the forums, someone had seen Professor Chen and Mother Marianne taking a walk through the city at dusk. More than once, too.
Hey!
Enough with these baseless rumors! You gossip lovers would even spread them about someone as old as Old Chen?
But Murphy was currently in a massive labyrinth full of evil goatman thugs. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this filthy underground dungeon was the most evil and chaotic place he'd encountered since his rebirth. And now, in the middle of this "evil furnace," he clearly heard a prayer.
It wasn't the usual muddled prayer of ordinary believers, full of complaints and personal desires addressed to their gods.