"You... are here on patrol?"
"Of course we are!"
"I remember that night patrols were supposed to wear the Church's priestly robes and carry ever-burning candles... Where are your candles?"
Sister Lynn flipped open the book The Story Theus and the Old Butler Had to Tell, glanced at it twice, then hurriedly snapped it shut. She and the priests across from her stared at one another wide-eyed.
"Has everyone in the Church... fallen?"
"How can reading Lady Nini's books be called falling!" Benitez had already recovered. The embarrassment had vanished from his face, replaced by a proud lift of his chest. "At most, we're just not making much progress!"
Everyone: "..."
"Everyone... reads books like this?" Lynn's cheek twitched as she looked at the book in her hands.
The priests, who had remained silent until then, immediately began protesting anxiously.
"How could that be!"
"No, no, I only read newspapers!"
"That's right! He's the only one who reads such outrageous books!"
"I only read ordinary-grade unofficial histories. I haven't reached the level of reading legendary-grade unofficial histories like that."
The space around Benitez instantly cleared, but he did not care in the slightest. With a cold snort, he said, "We're all Nini's fellow readers. How can you rank us as high or low, noble or base?"
Lynn opened her mouth. She felt that they probably could be ranked. Benitez looked like a legendary-grade reader no matter how she looked at him. Just throwing out a single book title was enough to inspire solemn respect.
For a time, everyone began arguing. Some even pulled out books they had just bought, seemingly trying to prove their status as readers.
Sister Lynn suddenly felt that this church might be beyond saving. Was this Castel's infiltration? As expected of a cult that colluded with