"God… you…"
"Sit down, take out a paper and pen... I'll read; you write."
Hearing Lathel's words, Claire bowed her head, embarrassed, and said: "This, I... I don't have paper or a pen."
Lathel: "…"
"Are you this poor?" He asked, confused.
"I sold almost everything to be able to continue distributing soup to the homeless; now… only this church remains unsold."
Lathel: "…"
"You…" He sighed and shook his head: "Okay, I have some money left; you should take it to relieve some of the financial pressure right now."
"But…"
"Are you disobeying the god you worship?" Lathel immediately interrupted Claire's words.
"Sorry, God." Claire bowed her head.
"Uhm!" Lathel nodded: "Consider this the money for developing the church."
After speaking, he took out a scroll and pen and gave it to her: "Write down the things you need to do, then I will let Akna send someone to support you."
