"Yeah, yeah, you'll make it." Faced with Kede's ravings, Charles simply humored him.
Kede took another gulp of wine, then suddenly stood up. "Tell me," he asked Charles nervously, "do you think that because I didn't perform the ceremony, the Light God will turn His back on me and not let me into the Divine Kingdom?"
"Relax, your Light God isn't that petty. Besides, you're so devout."
"Right, right, you're absolutely right. I pray every day and have for over thirty years. No one in the entire Sect is more pious than me—the Light God surely won't fuss over such a small thing." Kede repeated Charles's words, comforting himself.
"Want to know what the Land of Light looks like? If you beg me, maybe I'll tell you," Charles said to Kede, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"You… HIC! Just tell me then." Kede's face was flushed red from the drink; he could barely stand.
