This was a church, a sacred place. She had to be more careful with her words.
What Benister meant was probably that they should exchange the books they had in hand...
Indeed, these smuggled books were not cheap. Lynn was a nun and usually had nowhere to spend money, but even so, buying books was no small expense.
Knowledge was not like apples—sharing what one had read would not make it disappear. And if there was a group of like-minded people to discuss it with... perhaps that would be a nice thing?
"R-Really?"
"Of course. We've been praying together for a long time now. Everyone takes turns contributing their own sacred knowledge for exchange, and besides..." Benister said with a mysterious look, "Reading someone else's Holy Scripture makes you feel more devout than reading your own. There's a secret thrill to it. Try it and you'll understand."
"I-Is that so?" Lynn did not understand, but she was deeply shaken.
"Naturally. That's the joy of freeloading."
Benister's eyes shifted as he extended a finger and lightly tapped her waist.
Lynn's face reddened. That was precisely where she had hidden the book—the one Benister had dropped.
H-He hadn't actually failed to notice it? He had merely chosen not to say anything?
Come to think of it, how could he casually forget something so important? She had been too naive.
Benister lowered his voice, his tone laced with temptation. "Sister, it seems you only read ordinary unofficial histories, don't you? The story of Ash and Monica in that abandoned church is already your limit, right?"
Lynn's eyes widened. T-That only counted as an ordinary unofficial history?
Though it could not compare to the legendary unofficial history at her waist, those plotlines had still fiercely stirred her pure heart!
Inside the half-collapsed abandoned church,