"Mentor?"
He cautiously probed.
"That's right, Mentor Lord John."
The Dungeon Guard answered devoutly.
Demacia:...
There is always someone better, a mountain higher.
He suddenly felt that perhaps his ability to preach wasn't as great as he imagined...
Following the Dungeon Guard, as if strolling in his own backyard, Demacia walked deeper into the dungeon.
And the deeper he went, the more his eyelids twitched.
The Light of Faith!
On both sides of the cells, what flickered was all the Light of Faith of the Goddess!
My goodness, starting with white, the deeper he went, the more blue it became, with some blues already beginning to turn purple like the Dungeon Guard!
That's a sign of becoming a fanatic!
The prisoners in the entire dungeon had almost all been converted into life believers!
This... how much Priestly experience is this worth!
Seeing this scene, Demacia was astonished and deeply pained.
