"Thank the church for the help."
Caleb, upon hearing that the matter had been resolved, kept smiling awkwardly and thanked the oracle sent by the city church to deliver the message. "These are some gifts. I trouble you to deliver them personally. This one is for you, and this one is for Sir Hel, please pass it on on my behalf."
"Mm, no need to be so polite."
The oracle thought to themselves that Caleb was reasonably sensible. They nodded lightly, took the gifts, and reminded, "One thing to note: Sir Hel is somewhat displeased with you this time. Don't let it happen again."
Huh?
Don't let what happen again?
Caleb found it strange.
Normally, he had done plenty to attend to Hel's matters. Why would he suddenly be displeased?
He had only turned to the city church for help because he had no other choice.
"May I ask what has displeased Sir Hel?"
