"Sigh... breath..."
The Fairy King's breath became somewhat hurried, and even though Ruthfiel had already moved her hand away from her ear, having exited that state of listening to the power of faith, the impact had been too intense. At the moment, she was like a person who had just been resuscitated from drowning, not yet fully recovered.
After catching her breath for a moment, the Home Martial Soul looked toward the Fallen Angel opposite her, still with a lingering sense of trepidation.
"Don't you find this feeling noisy? How do you endure it?"
She asked with a tinge of curiosity.
In response, the Fallen Angel simply gave her a White Eye.
"If it's noisy, can't you block it out? Besides, the Rings of Faith of Angels are specifically designed to manage the Power of Faith."
Ruthfiel pointed to the glistening Halo of Corruption above her head.
"I see."
The Fairy King nodded in realization.
