An Old Country Bumpkin Learns About Religion

“Heh heh. Do you dislike God?”

“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant...”

Darn. I’d apparently let some of my desire to leave because this seemed like a hassle show on my face after all. I didn’t know how Ibroi had taken it, but surely he hadn’t seen it in a positive light. With a faint, knowing smile, he’d asked whether I was a believer.

I don’t follow any particular religion. You could say I’m irreligious.

That doesn’t mean I look down on people who are devout. Religion is an important part of culture, and it’s a fact that people find support in it.

It’s just that, to me, the sword was more worthy of my faith than the uncertain notion of a god.

“Beryl, do you know about the Sphen Church?”

“Well, I know the name, at least.”

Lucy asked me.

Unless it’s an extremely obscure religion, I know the name as part of general knowledge, too. That goes double for the Sphen Church, which wields a certain amount of influence...