Darian stayed silent. The priest didn't say anything either. This went on for more than two minutes, until Darian finally finished savoring his drink.
He turned to the priest and gave a faint smile.
"Actually, I said that to test you. If you really couldn't handle my words and had kicked me out just like that, there'd be no reason for me to explore this Temple any further," Darian said calmly. "From the moment I walked into this room, I noticed you're extremely meticulous. You don't tolerate any imperfection or flaw. From the way you washed your hands, to how you picked up the cups and served the drink. Even the position of the jar and the cups feels obsessively calculated. When you finished pouring, you placed the jar back in exactly the same spot..."
As Darian spoke, the priest's furious expression gradually faded, replaced by deep shock.
