Carian smiled gently and nodded.
"I will."
Ben sighed in relief, and his youthful face once again brightened with a cheerful smile.
He felt much better.
Carian carried the basin to the stream outside the camp and disposed of the bloodstained water.
She discovered that, just as Mr. Colin had said, people did not need the profound wisdom found in the Holy Word Book.
They merely longed for someone to hear their voice amidst their difficult lives.
In this sense, whether they had read that book or not was indeed unimportant.
In contrast, those who could recite Saint Sis' words fluently and prayed for the common people all day without ever bowing their heads to look at them, had already forgotten what the Holy Light truly looked like...
Through actively practicing her faith, Carian's presence gradually became an indispensable part of this caravan wandering through the wilderness.
She was like a mobile confessional, bringing a shred of solace to these weary souls.
