The setting sun hung at the edge of the sky, bathing a peaceful little town in gold. The hour and minute hands on the clock tower stood perpendicular, time frozen at six in the evening.
Dong~, dong~
The tolling bells rang through a church. All the pews inside were empty, save for a Nun kneeling beneath the cross, her fingers interlocked and hands clasped.
There was a black tattoo on the back of the Nun's right hand. It looked like a building, or perhaps two symmetrical black towers.
The setting sun streamed in through the window, casting its light over the Nun. The church door was pushed open, and a burly figure in a blue coat stood in the doorway.
"Where is she?"
The burly man spoke. He merely stood there, yet he gave off an imposing air that commanded fear without anger. He was the duke.
"Duke, how long has it been since we last met?"
A faint light shone from the black tattoo on the back of the Nun's hand. Seeing this, the duke understood what was happening. Twin Towers was taking over the body of one of her subordinates.
Twin Towers had not come in person. Finding where she herself was proved difficult. Whenever she appeared, she used her consciousness and a medium to temporarily occupy the body of one of her subordinates.
The Nun—no, Twin Towers—rose from the cushion and sat on the long bench in the front row of the church.
The duke strode forward, keeping several meters away from Twin Towers, and sat on the front-row bench as well.
"You came to ask me for the Sea King's Horn?"
Twin Towers removed her veil, letting her long black hair spill down. She gently stroked her cheek with her hand, clearly satisfied with this frequently