In the hall of Harvest Cathedral, Emlyn kept polishing the candlestick in his hands, occasionally glancing at Father Utravsky, who sat at the very front.
After more than ten minutes of this, Father Utravsky spoke first:
"You seem to have troubles you wish to share. Why not confess them to the Mother Goddess?"
"The merciful Mother will listen attentively to every child's troubles and shed her radiance to guide us."
Emlyn replied briefly but firmly, "My faith belongs to the Moon alone!"
I only keep coming to Harvest Cathedral every day to make it easier to attend the Tarot Club each week, and to give the information and items I receive a reasonable explanation that's difficult to investigate.
There's no way I'll believe in the Mother... the Mother Earth. Absolutely not!
Father Utravsky smiled without arguing with him about this, and instead asked:
"So what troubles you? What help or advice do you need?"
Emlyn opened his mouth, feeling as powerless as if his punch had landed on cotton.
Then he took a deep breath, gathered his words, and said:
"If-and I mean if-a Sanguine is suspected of being corrupted by the Primordial Moon, what should I do to save him?" Father Utravsky's kindly expression gradually grew serious. His voice became deep and brooked no argument as he said:
"Bring him to Harvest Cathedral."
"I will preach to him myself and pray for the Mother Goddess's radiance to baptize him, purging the corruption and filth from his body."
The imposing air emanating from Father Utravsky stunned Emlyn for a moment, and his voice instinctively grew quieter:
"What if he refuses?"
"Then persuade him. Your Sanguine should be among those who best understand the dangers of the Primordial Moon."
"Once the corruption deepens, even the Mother Goddess's radiance cannot save him."