Firewood crackled in the stove, the bright yellow flames flickering unpredictably.
"If you are implying that 'all Divine Arts originate from the Church's Divine Arts,' it's a bit too arrogant." Winters put down his cup. "But that does sound like the usual style of the Church."
Saul placed the peeled beetroots on the stove, stirred up the fire a bit more vigorously, and added some more wood: "No, quite the opposite."
"Oh? Why?"
Saul, with his back turned to Winters, didn't answer directly: "You have seen Heretic Divine Arts, haven't you? From your attitude, I should say... you have personally encountered Heretic Divine Arts."
Winters was not a devout believer and did not shy away from the fact that he was saved by Hurd the Shaman: "Yes."
"You have also encountered Church Divine Arts."
"Isn't Father Kaman one of your priests?" Winters said without thinking: "I've seen him heal the wounded."
