A devotee's doubt often comes twice, first when they begin to question their own faith, and second when God still bestows blessings upon them despite their skepticism.
Noise, fine and overlapping, sometimes distant, sometimes near, an indistinct yet definite noise, began to echo in Vanna's mind like tinnitus. She recalled the projection of the goddess she saw in her visions and the incomprehensible words the goddess said to her. No longer accepting everything without a second thought, she began seriously pondering the meaning of those words and even tried to guess at Gomona's... intentions.
The more Vanna thought about it, the clearer the noise in her head became, making it hard for her to concentrate.
But then, all of a sudden, the noise stopped. She shook her head as if in a trance and found herself looking into Bishop Valentin's concerned gaze.
"Are you all right?" the old man asked worriedly.
