Sailin was quickly shown out, and she was shown out in a complete fog. This Battle Sister would probably rack her brains and still fail to understand why, as a member of the Divine Office, she was the one being asked to leave. An archbishop instructed Sailin to wait in a nearby lounge and specifically reminded her not to leave the Great Cathedral without permission. This was normal caution: Sandora and I had already put everyone present on high alert, and Sailin had been implicated as well. Yet Sailin herself apparently did not think there was anything wrong with it.
Soon, only Sandora and I remained in the small reception room, facing two popes and five archbishops. I was surprised they had not called for guards yet. The old men were already sweating cold sweat from their foreheads, but they still did their utmost to remain composed behind the long table, subtly shielding the popes seated among them. Even so, no one called for guards. They seemed like remarkably steady people.
"Don't be nervous. You need to calm down first, or we won't be able to talk." I waved to the elderly gentlemen. Their reaction had been within my expectations. Seeing how tight-lipped they were about the ancient truth, I knew this was a topic that made people extremely wary. It was very likely related to a disaster that had destroyed worlds. Aside from certain authorized individuals, even mentioning it was probably taboo. Now that they did not know Sandora's and my identities, coupled with Sandora mentioning space wreckage that ordinary heretics could not possibly know about, the unequal information left both sides deadlocked.
To break the stalemate, I pulled out my Data Terminal. Before showing them anything, however, I very cautiously looked at the four elven old men across