"..."
In the silent atmosphere, Ronald carefully observed the Saint Seat Priest.
Martha was standing beside him at this moment. The figure beneath her black priest robe seemed to tremble slightly, yet when her gaze shifted forward, her hands holding the book appeared relaxed.
How was this church official's current state? What was she thinking inside?
Ronald was somewhat bewildered.
He didn't know what kind of reaction Martha would have upon seeing such content.
After all, she was now an important figure in the church, and dealing with certain matters, she could no longer rely solely on emotions to make judgments.
Even if he were to chant a spell to summon the black mist of Hell, Ronald wouldn't blindly trust its result.
So, he tried to ask gently:
"Martha... are you alright?"
Martha gently nodded, smiling as she looked at him:
"Of course, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
Ronald tried to organize his words:
