Two Lines, A Moon

No more words could resolve their disagreement, so Arthur chose not to try at all. The old man was a priest of this religion, and not even logic could change his mind. This was the case with religious people because belief was, by definition, to believe without reason.

Arthur spared the statue one last glance and left the two, the worshiper and the worshiped. His feet carried him toward the inner halls of the temple, where the war summit should be held. A young priestess received him, her eyes not daring to look at him.

"Greetings, Lord of Hidden City. I am Ai, the one to accompany you to your seat," she said, wearing a veil to cover her face. Arthur stared at her silently for a moment.

"Schelera is the religion of knowledge, so why are you covering your face?" Arthur asked with interest. "You can refrain from answering if it offends you."