They awkwardly exchanged glances until Mrs. Van Rudd shouted.
"Alright, come and eat. After all, it is the Divine Birthday, we should have some sense of ritual."
Mrs. Van Rudd softened unusually, and then Lorenzo witnessed her sense of ritual, a table made of stacked ammo boxes filled with food, and she even lit a few candles to enhance the atmosphere.
Although this enthusiasm came unexpectedly and somewhat puzzlingly, Lorenzo considered he knew Mrs. Van Rudd reasonably well, this old lady was just randomly finding any excuse.
A woman living alone, with no relatives or friends, and a terribly rotten personality... she was always a formidable woman, just like how she captured her husband on the battlefield back then. Even when showing kindness, it was done so aggressively.
As he sat down, Lorenzo felt somewhat uncomfortable due to this enthusiasm and started speaking nonsense.
"You actually believe in religion? I thought you had no interest in Evangelical Church stuff."
