In the marketplace, childlike Mordred forgot her earlier unhappiness after being compensated with a huge bag of snacks and two cans of Happy Water for Otaku. She instead circled around Samael and asked curiously.
"Hey, partner, where are we going next?"
Having just done something bad, the ancient serpent drew a cross over his chest with a devout expression and started toward a distant church.
"Pray!"
Mordred, Jack, and Rokudo Reika, who had fallen behind, immediately stared at each other in bewilderment.
A moment later, inside the church.
An elderly Black man nearing seventy, with white hair, blue eyes, a scar near his brow, and black clerical robes, opened the doors.
"Caleb Frampton?"
Samael could not help looking surprised at the Holy Church receptionist before him, who had exceeded his expectations somewhat.
"Yes, sir."
The kind, steady old Black man nodded slightly and led the visitors into the main hall.
After some indirect probing, Samael also learned some interesting information from this Executor.
Originally, faced with the somewhat out-of-control Holy Grail War in Trifas, the Church, which was responsible for mediation, had intended to send someone important enough to be stationed here.
However, the saint named "Shirou Kyomine" and his adopted son, "Kiritsugu Emiya," were busy preaching on an island in Southeast Asia and treating local residents suffering from disease, so they could not get away.
With the revival of the Age of Gods in recent years and frequent mysterious incidents, the Church was also desperately short-handed.
Left with no choice, old Caleb Frampton, who was close to retirement, had been pressed into service and dragged his old bones all the way to Trifas to take up the post.
Fortunately, although this Church envoy was not particularly powerful, he handled people and affairs quite properly. He was still doing a