Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 923 - 194: Your Faith Is Not Strong Enough

"Hahaha, any evil stands no chance in front of me... yikes, what are you doing, what are you doing!"

When Ethan walked into the confessional, Little Dark was arrogantly standing on a chair, laughing loudly.

He pinched the back of Little Dark's neck and lifted her off the chair. The proud black cat immediately had clear eyes, her front paws drawn to her chest, and her tail tucked down.

"What are you doing! I only listened to you and mentioned his sins over the last few months, right?"

Darkness clouded Ethan's vision. In the end, he had overlooked explaining the difference between the subject and the object to Little Dark when clarifying the meaning of "confession." As to whether this mischievous cat misinterpreted his meaning carelessly or deliberately twisted his explanation, only Little Dark knew in her heart.

"Confession means revealing your misdeeds to the priest, not counting the priest's wrongdoings."

Despite his headache, Ethan had to admit that, in a way, Little Dark was not wrong. Her mind-reading ability was naturally suited to being a priest. Within five minutes, she uncovered which little boys the priest, who fled earlier, had wronged.

"But I think his sins are much more serious than mine, so why should I reveal my wrongs to him?"

Little Dark, grasped by the back of the neck, was stiff, her eyes clear, but her mouth not softening a bit.

In just a few short minutes in the confessional, Little Dark was enlightened.

She realized the vastness of the world and how her self-proclaimed king of evil antics was so insignificant in the Far West—knowing that the priest sitting on the other side of the confessional was only a marginal figure in the Life Divine Teachings. She found it hard to imagine what heinous crimes Carlo had committed to earn respect.

Little Dark's questioning left Ethan momentarily speechless.

For the innocent Little Dark, it was difficult for him to explain the complexity of these issues, as her understanding of "evil" seemed stuck on minor pranks like tripping someone on purpose—which, if it broke the victim's teeth, would be an unforgivable sin.

Moreover, theoretically, a priest should be trusted, of high moral character, and someone people can open their hearts to, but most of the time, doctrine is doctrine, theory is theory, reality is reality, and these three should never be confused.

This explained why the man who fled just now could abuse his position as a priest and harm so many young boys over months, yet still sit in the confessional room, guiding the people of the Holy City.

Seeing Ethan fall into silence, Little Dark also quieted down.

The black cat in his hand stopped struggling. She pondered for a while before asking, "Are you saying that people have made many rules, but no one actually follows them?"

For instance, the teachings of the Life Divine Teachings require priests to lead by example and reflect on their shortcomings and faults facing the Goddess's statue after sunset.

They should never extend their claws to innocent children.

This confused Little Dark even more, leading her to ask, "What's the point of all these rules, then?"

If she hadn't peered into Ethan's mind, she would have thought that the election criteria for Life Divine Teachings were based on how many boys one had harmed.

"Look at you!"

Ethan grumpily placed Little Dark back on the bench.

Always asking questions that can't be answered!

Ethan also had no way to explain why someone with so many sins counted by Little Dark could still act righteously in the middle of the night, sitting in the confessional room and guiding lives. More bizarre is that he didn't find anything scandalous about it at all.

If anything, the sudden appearance of a believer who strictly followed the church court's rules, genuinely doing introspection thrice a day, would be news to him. Even after seeing such news, he would have to ponder if the person was truly as upright as described.

Little Dark's straightforward words left the eloquent Ethan surprisingly at a loss during the conversation, so he had to change his strategy, "I'm talking about your problem now!"

"What's my problem?"

The black cat curved her neck. She had been following the rules for months, hardly getting any chance for mischief.

"You scared the priest away."

By the time they were next, a long line had formed behind them, and many people outside the confessional were waiting for the priest to guide them. This "project" had become a spiritual sustenance for many residents of the Holy City, a form of entertainment described by Lindong more like a cathartic release.

"If he runs, he runs. I'll just go to the other side!"

Little Dark felt that the priest's job was not technical at all and was no different from painting cakes and brainwashing. No matter what the penitents said, she only needed to repeat phrases like "True God will surely return," "The day of redemption will come," and "A bright future awaits us tomorrow."

If faced with tricky questions, she had a universal "family card."

Think of your family, your children; even if you are sent to the front as cannon fodder, it is for your family's redemption.

That's all there is to it. Who hasn't done it?