Kaman took the apple and tossed it back at Winters.
"If you don't want to eat, why waste it?" Winters caught the apple skillfully and placed it back on the small table.
The wait was always long. Winters leant against the bench and casually asked Kaman, "Father, may I ask you a question?"
"No, you may not." Kaman rejected bluntly.
"Is there really a Divine Art that can discern lies?"
"What do you think?"
"I think not." Winters analyzed seriously, "If the Church truly were the lapdog of Oath Breakers and had a Divine Art to discern lies, the Empire would not have rebellions and conspiracies."
"You're right, there isn't one."
Winters stood up abruptly, "Then what you used on the mountain that day was..."
Kaman laughed coldly, "I lied to you."
Winters clutched his chest, speechless for a while.
"How does it feel?" Kaman continued to rub salt in the wound, "It's unpleasant to be deceived, isn't it?"
