Chapter 690: Section 478: Rhythm (Part 2)
He bowed to the Paladin who had opened the cell door for him, and Goethe lowered his head as he entered the somewhat cramped cell, with a certainty already in his heart—in the Church of Justice, the size of a cell reflected the value of its occupant.
A larger cell wasn’t actually good because it usually meant it was a group cell, or it needed to be covered with Sealing Magic Circles, special rooms; Like his sister, who was using a small cell with some light, not so dark that one couldn’t see their own hand before their face, this, in fact, was the type that only prisoners of the highest concern to the Church of Justice were qualified to inhabit.
Goethe’s sister sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Goethe had come, the young girl finally showed a hint of emotion. She lowered her head, trying hard not to let her brother see the tears on her face.
"Do you know where you were wrong?" Goethe sat opposite her. The King sat on an extremely simple chair and posed the question without further interrogation, waiting for his sister’s response instead.
And finally, Linz nodded.
Goethe finally breathed a sigh of relief—no matter what, knowing that one was wrong was a good thing, even though he did not know what exactly she would consider her mistake to be, but it was at least better than believing she was not wrong: "Do you know where you erred?"
"Malin’s strength is already evident, and with the Church of Justice and the Church of the Goddess of Harvest as his foreign deities’ backing, he pays us absolutely no mind," Linz responded this way.
This made Goethe both angry... and amused.
Angry that his own sister could think this way, and amused that his sister could indeed think this way.