"After each sermon, Archbishop Utravsky usually returned to his private room behind the church and brewed himself a cup of Feynapotter highland coffee, with milk and sugar.
"At times like that, we answered the believers' questions. If it was mealtime, we also handed out Holy Communion. No one disturbed the Archbishop for half an hour.
"But just now, after the previous sermon ended, Archbishop Utravsky entered the side door leading to the church's annex. A few seconds later, the pastor near the door heard a dull thud, like something heavy had fallen... We thought a painting had fallen from the wall and hurried over to check...
"The Archbishop was lying face-down in a pool of blood. He had... he had stopped breathing."
Beside the altar at the deepest end of the Prayer Hall, several young clerics were all talking at once as they explained what had happened to Bishop Townsend, another bishop of the church who had stepped back from the front lines due to his age.
Meanwhile, a pastor led the servants in sealing the church's front and back doors. Though humble in manner, he firmly kept behind everyone who had attended the previous sermon, turning the crime scene into a place where people could enter but not leave.
The meaning was obvious: everyone present was suspected of murdering the Archbishop!
That naturally included Christina and Dorothy, who had slipped into the church right after the sermon ended. They had planned to take advantage of the moment when the believers and pastors were talking or leaving the Prayer Hall to place the Magic Wishing Lamp on the unattended altar, ending their brief trip to Yarnam City. Unexpectedly, the Archbishop's sudden death had thrown the scene into even greater chaos.
Glancing at the altar surrounded by the gray-haired bishop in