The atmosphere in the captain's chamber was awkwardly silent and subtly tense for a long time.
Finally, it was Duncan who broke the silence first. He shifted his gaze from A Dog and looked seriously at the old Mr. Morris nearby, "Logically, do you think this makes sense?"
Morris blinked slowly, his face contorted with confusion as if he had been dragged at 2:30 in the morning to revise a thesis. He felt the tests he faced when he was promoted to Saint were much simpler than the problem at hand, and after struggling for a while, he managed to say, "Throughout history... there has never been such an occurrence... It's beyond my comprehension."
"It certainly is—A Dog may be the only Profound Demon ever to learn how to read," Duncan said with a complicated expression as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Does your doctrine ever mention that the God of Wisdom would bless Profound Demons?"