Couldn't possibly tell you, I'm just a small nun in the retreat, right?
Ronald reached up and scratched his head.
The questioning continuously touched on his areas of ignorance, completely exposing himself.
At this time, continuing to play dumb would not only be treating the other as a fool, but also deceiving himself.
"Sigh—"
He sighed, relaxed his body from the chair, which had been sitting upright, and responded openly:
"Alright, it indeed seems unfeasible now."
"Sir, unknown to me, do you know of a spell, developed from the original trials, ultimately named the Shrine Trial spell?"
"Shrine Trial..." Hearing this term from Ronald, the gray figure immediately understood, "That indeed explains quite a bit."
"But your unfamiliarity with the classics is obvious, you can't be from the church."
"And without the corresponding identity, you probably wouldn't have the qualification to attempt the Shrine Trial, would you?"
