Those words sounded in his ears like a roar of thunder, causing his body to stiffen and his loud cries to stop.
He raised his head and stared at her with a blank expression, his mind far removed from the present.
Memories of how he became a priest of the church flashed through his mind.
He had been the young master of a destitute baron's family.
He had always followed—or perhaps been dragged by—his mother to the church for prayers. Most of the time, she went there to pray for wealth and to make connections with wealthy nobles who also visited the church.
He was always left alone in the hallways of the church.
It happened so often that he eventually became extremely familiar with every corner of the building.
He heard stories about the church's miracles, and gradually, his interest began to grow.
Soon, he looked forward to going to the church more than his mother did.
