Metana Jacques was actually a Beyonder!
It seemed she was even connected to 'Crimson'!
After his surprise, Aaron felt the joy of finally having hooked a "fish."
He reached into his clothes and crushed an iron-black metal fragment covered in intricate, twisted patterns.
This was an 'Underworld' talisman he had made using Auclair's power.
The balance theory of the 'Professor' school was still quite useful in certain respects.
For instance, the dead silence and chill of 'Underworld' could offset Crimson's surging passion and desire!
In an instant, a cold wind swept through the hall.
A layer of white frost formed over the water glasses in the distance.
The believers all felt as though a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads, draining away every thought from their minds.
Clack! Clack!
Clack! Clack!
Compared to the other believers, Metana suffered a far stronger impact.
Her teeth chattered, and she had the dreadful feeling that she had gone too far.
This leader of the 'Moromen Church' isn't an ordinary person at all—he's an 'Underworld' Beyonder... and... he's far stronger than I am.
Feeling her body stiffen, Metana's heart gradually filled with despair...
"Praise the Moromen God! He has spared us the devil's trial!"
Aaron raised both hands and proclaimed with a devout expression.
At the same time, he pointed at Metana. "This woman's sins are too grave. Take her to the room in the back. I will personally purify her!"
Mrs. Stas brought the nearly immobile Metana to the room in the back. The sight of that large bed, in particular, made her legs go a little weak.
Just as wild thoughts ran through her mind, the golden-masked man before her spoke. "Metana Jacques... do you confess your sins?"
"I... don't..."
Having had her mask removed, Miss Metana raised