"Speak out your troubles carefully, Plague Doctor. In the presence of the Holy Light, there's no need to hold back. Whether it's myself or Mr. Raymond, we are both qualified Holy Light Cultivators."
"You should know the purpose of the Confession Room, right? Lay bare your heart, Plague Doctor, we will listen to your troubles. And we guarantee that your secrets will only be revealed under the light within this chapel."
Lyle stepped out of that warm atmosphere because he felt offended, but he quickly came to terms with it and naturally turned his gaze to Mr. Raymond.
Raymond looked back at the Plague Doctor with a refreshing smile shining through his golden armor.
"Don't mind what Aryan said, Plague Doctor. If it truly is a secret that's hard to share, I could actually step aside and use this time to test my new Divine Arts with a few clubs," Mr. Raymond said, evidently unconcerned with Lyle's display of resistance towards himself.
