The gesture looked like he was straightening his collar to appear more solemn as he approached the altar. Angel gave it only a quick glance, as though she had seen nothing. She brushed past the middle-aged gentleman, who stood a head taller than her, and returned to her seat in the front row.
Her personal maid, Aisha, waited there, watching over her belongings. Aisha was gazing unfocused at the relief behind the altar and the enormous Night Emblem at its center, but hurriedly looked away when her mistress returned.
"Miss, are we leaving now?"
She asked Angel cautiously.
Angel sat down and shook her head.
"Let's stay a little longer. Trier doesn't even have a church of the Goddess. It's been years since I last received her grace."
She took the chance to flesh out her persona, gazing devoutly toward the altar. She seemed to be watching the bishop prepare for the next mass, but the gentleman beside the donation box remained in her field of view.
He held a full 50 pounds in banknotes, enough to make even Angel raise her eyebrows. Yet the bishop and Pastor, who had shown surprise and friendliness at Angel's 20 pounds earlier, offered only a brief acknowledgment. That confirmed he was neither a first-time attendee nor a first-time donor of such a large sum.
This guy is far too extravagant... Angel drew a deep breath and looked away.
Only after the tall gentleman and his servant left the Prayer Hall did she turn to her maid.
"Go to the donation box and put these five pounds in. While you're there, ask the Pastor whether that gentleman came last Sunday. If he did, ask his name."
Last Sunday was the day Klein had returned to Backlund. Knowing him, he would certainly have visited the