"Hard to say." Benister deliberately drew out the words, making Lynn laugh again.
"But come to think of it..." She reined in her smile, looking somewhat hesitant. "I really do want to go and see it. Life at the church is too dull. It's just... mechanical priests... I heard they're all lumps of iron, not real people. It feels a little creepy when I think about it."
The famine seemed to have passed recently. No longer were there groups of starving people begging outside the church. Everything appeared to be getting better, and even the supply of materials for Moon Candle was becoming more plentiful.
Sister Lynn's life thus returned to its familiar, slightly boring routine.
Her only diversion was probably attending secret gatherings like those group reading sessions.
Unfortunately, Nini's books were not always available. Even if the church clergy had some money to spare, such contraband might not arrive on time.
"Come to think of it, those two guests also asked about the church school."
"Oh?" Benister raised his brows, looking interested.
"They... especially Little Gwen, asked in great detail about the church school. She even asked about the Steel Gospel Society."
"The Steel Gospel Society? I've heard of it. It's also a policy promoted by His Holiness Isaac. Apparently, all church-affiliated workshops will be reformed in the future. Those unclean ones will no longer be managed by the Holy See. Instead, the Steel Gospel Society will be established specifically to handle them. I hear they're planning to set up assembly lines, like those factories in Rhine."
"Old Rhine," Lynn immediately corrected him, her tone piously earnest. "New Rhine has no factories, only the gospel."
Benister lowered his head and neatly traced the shape of a Candlelight emblem over his chest with his fingers. "My apologies, Sister Lynn.