The blazing flame of light was like a warm sun slowly rising, illuminating the Hillside on both sides.
It also shone on Rasma's face, making it flicker between light and shadow.
"What... is this?"
Puer answered as if it were perfectly obvious, "This is the light of order, meow!"
Rasma lowered his head and looked at the black cat beside him.
The black cat returned his gaze with utter sincerity.
Man and cat fell into a brief yet profound silence.
In truth, Rasma had never been an amiable man; throughout the Church World, almost no one would truly regard the former High Priest of the Order God Church as a kindly, good-tempered grandfather.
Even the internal political struggles in the York City District were already so dangerous and treacherous. How many challenges had someone who climbed step by step to that position experienced, and how many skulls had he trodden on?
Under normal circumstances, if this black cat dared speak to him like that, she would already have been dead, regardless of her true identity.
But Puer still dared to keep spouting feline nonsense to this former High Priest with her eyes wide open.
Earlier, when Kallen had shouted the title "High Priest" toward this spot, Walotti had instantly fallen into utter despair, because he knew he no longer had any chance of survival. None at all.
Now, Kallen had unleashed intense light power right in front of the former High Priest, yet Puer felt little panic.
For no other reason than that Dis was not dead yet.
Confidence came from strength. Only when one spoke from a foundation of strength could wit, humor, teasing, and playfulness emerge in social interactions.
Rasma nodded and said gravely,
"Yes, it is the light of order."
Puer's tail rose slightly in an elegant