With the arrival and renewed command of the Nirvana Holy Son, the transfer checkpoint at Rock Junction Station seemed to have been infused with a new force. The oppressive sluggishness from before had long since been replaced by an indescribable smoothness. Under the bright lights, the white tiles reflected a hurried, bustling crowd that had become orderly and composed.
At the security checkpoint, the priests began taking over the high priests' work. In front of the Nirvana Holy Son, that harsh overseer, their movements became decisive, swift, and clean, greatly improving the efficiency of passage.
Lanchi looked around. He stood among the crowd yet seemed detached from it, but that very gaze of his was like a conductor's baton, silently reorganizing the order around him.
After letting two students from his own school go,
Lanchi, who had long since transformed into the Nirvana Holy Son, shifted his attention back to the high priest beside him.
"Lord Anielo, do you need us to accompany you on your way to the imperial capital?"
Sensing that gaze fall upon him, the high priest quickly asked.
Although he was in a terrible mood because of his earlier failure at work, the Nirvana Holy Son's stern-sounding punishment had left plenty of room to maneuver. It seemed there was more work to be assigned to him.
Lanchi did not nod. He merely gestured with his eyes for the high priest to talk while walking. Once he started forward, the handcuffs lightly dragged Sid along, making her begin to follow him like a doll.
"..."
The high priest soon caught up with the Nirvana Holy Son and walked toward the broad platform-level passage behind the checkpoint.
Even the high priest could clearly sense how terrifying the curse-mark magic power emanating from the woman beside the Holy Son