Bab 433: Killing His Beliefs

In the secret Church, the head priest was just wrapping up a morning class.

"...Thank God for our food, I pray you fill this world with joy, deliver us from our worldly pain, and forgive us of our sins. God, thank you for your holy light, you are the sun that shines over everything, let us give praise to you…."

The priest held out his bible, eyes looking in front, his voice crisp and clear. The novices had their hands together and their eyes closed, repeating every sentence after the priest.

Even though it was underground, the church was not dark at all. Candles were placed in rows all around them, creating a holy atmosphere.

In this hall, they prayed devoutly, taking pride in the fact that they were doing something "good". In reality, they were all locals of Carretas who had never even heard the word "Church" before.

Chris was one of them.