"Master, I did indeed hear a sound coming from another part of the prison."
Flora frowned slightly and said, somewhat uncertainly, "But I'm not sure if that's a hymn."
Even the knowledgeable Demon Sage couldn't confirm whether that language, full of blasphemy and fallenness, could be called a hymn.
"Different from other hymns?"
"Different, completely different, the lyrics are full of blasphemy and mockery towards the Divine Spirit."
Fallen hymn?
Herbert raised an eyebrow, his heart slightly stirred.
The last hymn he heard, although brainwashing, was no different from any other hymn, all praising and glorifying the Divine.
But now, Flora was saying the lyrics had changed... and it seemed there was a slight difference from the brainwashing rhythm he heard last time.
"Do you still remember what the lyrics said?"
Unexpectedly, Flora hesitated at this moment, thinking seriously for a moment, then shook her head uncertainly.
"… No, I can't quite recall the specific content."
