With a single question, Gray left Dean stunned. Even the atmosphere underwent a strange, noticeable shift.
Gray quietly gazed at Dean.
Dean, unable to muster a response out of sheer awkwardness, resorted to laughing—a strained, ceaseless laugh.
However, the three others present didn't laugh. They simply watched him in silence, making his laughter all the more uncomfortable.
"I've heard that the church has significant grievances with me. Is that true?" Gray asked again, his tone calm yet piercing.
His mouth twitching from forcing a smile too long, Dean gathered himself and stammered, "If I say no... you probably wouldn't believe me, would you?"
"And so?" Gray pressed further.
It was evident that this question couldn't be avoided today. Helpless, Dean sighed and cast a pleading look toward the two others beside him, then, bracing himself, said, "I'd like to speak with the Holy Knight in private. Would that be acceptable?"
Gray turned his gaze toward Yilin as well.
