HEHEHE, Charles, you don't understand. They're numb with pain and fear—only by accepting the Light God's blessing can they escape it all. Don't forget, I never coerced anyone. Their joining was entirely voluntary. Our Light God Sect is nothing like those cults that force people into their faith."
Gazing at the statue of the Pope before him, Charles drummed his fingers on his cold prosthetic.
"That's not why I came to see you today. I need British Island to build a submarine for underwater exploration. The island we were surveying sank recently. If I want to find clues, I have to go underwater."
"No, no, no, Swan and I are just collaborators, just like you and me. There's no one commanding the other. Whatever you need, you can speak to him yourself—I'm just an old man. I can't help you."
Charles cast him a suspicious glance. He certainly didn't believe the two were merely collaborators.
