At dusk, he found a "Nun" who appeared to be the most agreeable.
After hearing his request for "confession," the other person showed a holy smile and softly said, "The Holy Light will forgive every lost lamb, please come in, my child."
Minos swallowed hard and walked into the tent trembling, just like the first time he entered a church, not knowing where to place his hands.
It was shameful to say.
The books he had read could fill ten bookshelves, and the colleagues he outmaneuvered were countless, but this was something he had never encountered.
Until the Nun came with a donation box, he nervously pulled out the coins from his pocket and dropped them in, squeezing out an awkward smile.
Clink—
The crisp sound melted away the nervousness and guilt in his heart, and the holy incense relaxed his tense nerves.
With the Nun's gentle and considerate comfort and professional guidance, he temporarily forgot all the dangers and worries outside.
