"Remember to stay vigilant toward the EU Aurora inspectors. Some of the heretics among them have begun to question us."
"Yes, sir,
great Red-Clothed Archbishop St. Wolfgang."
"Also,
how is Lorenz Riel doing at present?"
As for the second question, the other respondent, Purple-Clothed Bishop Esenbach, was far less cautious:
"They are merely descendants of drifters who dream of occupying the Lost Sea.
During this Lorenz Riel public enrollment day, our man has already infiltrated them.
And he will certainly secure the top position."
"Our man?
That is a poor choice of words.
Esenbach, go back and copy the Bible another thousand times."
The aged Red-Clothed Archbishop Hermann von St. Wolfgang continued unhurriedly:
"This assistant you just mentioned.
If he performs excellently in this mission,
he will become a 'Gospel missionary,' utterly unlike those sinners of Lorenz Riel and Saint Mourning—Hughie Fal."
Meanwhile,
as countless epics belonging to the former Third and even Fourth Epoch Civilizations began to be rewritten in the Fifth Epoch,
the dust of history once more sent ripples through the torrent of time.
One Chase Manhattan Plaza in Manhattan, where Su Wen had once briefly lingered as Rhine on a White Christmas night, now stood against the towering backdrop of Morgan Chase's headquarters building.
And at the very top of that skyscraper,
inside a conference room decorated simply yet luxuriously, sat a man in his fifties with a composed expression and deep-set eyes.
He was staring at the far side of a data conference screen.
On the other end of the video call was Fulen Samogen, who had just returned in defeat from the Saint Mourning-Hughie Fal Border War.
Though he still had a cigar clenched between his teeth and maintained the manner of an American tough guy, Fulen Samogen looked somewhat exhausted.
He also possessed