"To prevent... getting lost?"
"Exactly. In the Sea of Unconsciousness, there is neither direction nor distance. Ignorance lets us float upon it, and will allows us to move forward. But without an [Anchor], no amount of struggle is anything more than an illusion before drowning. Here, an [Anchor] is a powerful belief—one so powerful it can interfere with reality. If you wish to explore the Sea of Unconsciousness, this is indispensable."
Do you possess such a belief? The priest did not voice the question. He merely looked at Beatrice with an interrogative gaze.
"Belief." A figure surfaced in Beatrice's mind. She slowly set her teacup on the table. "Please, continue."
A flicker of surprise passed through the priest's eyes. He had not expected that.
He had originally described the dangers of the Sea of Unconsciousness to make Beatrice, this sheltered young lady, give up. That way, she would continue relying on the Church's power to explore it. Yet he had not expected her to be so resolute.
Wasn't Castel just a deserted island? What could possibly matter to her so much?
But faced with Beatrice's questioning gaze, he could only let it go, casting aside those messy thoughts and continuing his explanation.
"Knowledge is Pollution, and contact with Pollution can also grant knowledge. Countless Investigators of the Candlelight Society have continuously explored the Corridor of Truth, and through this, they have found some methods."
"When constructing every church, we bury anchor points. With them, we can use the Sea of Unconsciousness to guide our direction as beacons and transmit information."
"As you know, distance does not exist in the Sea of Unconsciousness. Thus, we can span any distance and allow information to circulate among the various churches."
"A remarkable invention." Beatrice frowned in thought for a moment, then looked at