Everything went quietly as Gray handed bags of flour to the queued-up poor.
The Black Cat whispered, "I'm increasingly feeling Catherine was right... Aren't you going to ask what I mean?"
"I know what you mean," Gray softly replied.
The Black Cat said no more and quietly stayed inside the armor.
With his head bowed, Gray continued handing bags of flour to the poor. Each time he handed one over, he would say, "May the Holy Spirit bless you."
And those poor people would hold the bag with both hands, nodding in response. Some were humble, some were flustered, some were nervous, some were insincere, and some looked on with greedy eyes... They showed all sorts of reactions.
Soon, the flour was all distributed, leaving only an empty pushcart. However, there were still many poor people who hadn't received any. They looked at Gray longingly.
