Father Utravsky looked at Cyril thoughtfully. "Put it into practice? That's a good phrase."
"Didn't you say you were interested in the Mother Goddess's teachings? Then would you be interested in coming here every day to experience the true meaning of bountiful harvests being joyous and life being precious? I'll preach to you personally."
Cyril: ...
I gave you a suggestion, and you used it on me?
The corner of Cyril's mouth twitched slightly. Looking at Father Utravsky's earnest expression, he gave a dry laugh.
"There'll be a chance, but not now. I'm still a student who hasn't graduated yet. I don't have that much time."
"If you think my suggestion is pretty good, could you let the vampire in the basement out? Look at all the candlesticks here. Wiping them all by yourself must be exhausting."
Father Utravsky nodded gently. "All right."
Seeing that the other man had accepted his suggestion, Cyril let out a soft breath. The process had been simpler than he had expected, probably because Father Utravsky himself had already been inclined toward it.
He then followed the priest to the stone door of the basement. Before they even approached, a suppressed, furious voice came from behind the door.
"You damned bastard! You dragged this out for an entire day! Hurry up and have that damned old man let me out!"
"I've had enough of this dark, damp basement! I want to breathe fresh air and drink the blood of the most delicious pure maidens..."
Cyril interrupted the man's rambling. "I suggest you be more polite. After all, I can bring you out, then have Father Utravsky lock you back up again. That wouldn't count as breaking my promise."
"You..." The voice behind the door bristled for a moment before abruptly falling silent.
Cyril looked at