She held back her laughter.
It was not time to laugh yet. She had to hold it in.
Lumian-na gave no answer, because nothing she could say would express the contempt she felt.
You mean someone who could take me to another world, while completely freezing time in his original world, was Amon, who lost his battle against the Fool back then?
It was not that Lumian-na lacked respect for the Fool, but the idea was laughable even without being spoken aloud.
After a while, the bishop beside the altar finished his sermon and began the Holy Communion that Lumian-na had been looking forward to.
"This is a small token of my goodwill."
Nimrod walked to the donation box beside the altar, dropped several banknotes inside, then left the church with a smile.
The Church of the Fool's Holy Communion-honestly, it tasted good, but its cost was considerably higher than the communion offered by the other Orthodox Churches.
The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun served wine and flatbread for Holy Communion. It had a distinctly religious air reminiscent of the old era, the pure red and white creating an inexplicable sense of holiness.
To lend their churches a solemn atmosphere, the various churches generally chose simple foods that held symbolic meaning in their Holy Bibles and could be prepared in large quantities for Holy Communion.
Simple preparation brought out the food's original flavor, which could sometimes give believers a mystical sense of deepening faith. After all, such food was already good enough for the poor, while the wealthy hardly lacked a lavish dinner.
But the Church of the Fool's Holy Communion was different. When a huge, charred fruit shell and a drink in a glass were placed before Nimrod, he knew the meal would taste good.
The flesh of