With a snap, Rebecca folded the newspaper shut.
Though she had not finished reading it, she had a faint feeling that what came next would be dangerous.
"Sigh, what a pair of poor children. War... sigh..." Old Karl could not help but sigh as well.
"W-Wait, let's not talk about the plot yet." Rebecca spoke somewhat flusteredly. "There are words in this comic too, right? Even though most of it is drawings, you still need to know some words to understand it."
She looked at him expectantly. "Did you attend one of Empire Truth's literacy classes too?"
"Not exactly."
Rebecca's expression dimmed slightly.
"I learned to read from the god your aunt worships!" Old Karl proudly puffed out his chest.
Rebecca froze completely.
After a while, she spoke with some difficulty. "Y-You mean... knowledge is being passed between believers?"
Generally speaking, cults associated with knowledge were usually especially deranged.
After all, if one wished to study knowledge, unless it was systematic learning from beginning to end like Castel's, with dedicated people supervising the entire process and conducting regular examinations to ensure that Cognitive Interference caused by misunderstandings did not occur, then one was simply courting death.
Even Moth Chasing Flame, which dealt with knowledge year-round, constantly ended up causing Cognitive Interference. Even with Theus watching over them now, Pollution was released at Gem Bay's testing grounds more often than rain fell.
Normal cultists still had to make a living. Take the Life Mother Goddess Church, for example. Though they looked a little strange, they were still doing their best to survive.
When Moth Chasing Flame courted death, they truly were like moths flying into a flame—dying whenever they pleased.
Other cults could not possibly possess a complete system like Castel's, so coming into contact with knowledge and teaching people to