Caman stared at the water in the cup as if the Holy Mother appeared in the reflection.
Winters sat back in the chair, his tone carrying a hint of reproach: "How can you be so naive?"
Caman suddenly lifted his head, his gaze piercing Winters.
"Since you've used my name, there's no way you could keep me in the dark! Look, didn't Emond find his way directly to me?"
Unperturbed by Caman's angry stare, Winters casually commented:
"I initially thought you had a special status in the Church. And the outcome? You couldn't even suppress a few country Priests! Is this how the Church favors users of Divine Arts? I really wonder, how does the Church balance power and Divine Arts? Don't you ever rebel?"
"Enough! Do you think we are like you?" Caman was absolutely incensed: "The status of the clergy is equal, not distinguished by the divine gifts as high or low, noble or base!"
