The so-called "reward heavier than a medal" piqued Shade's curiosity. After seeing off his superior, he first mailed the letter to Mrs. Lemmer, then walked to Dawn Church.
He put on a show of sitting in the pews and spent half an hour listening to the middle-aged priest behind the pulpit preach about the deeds of the true god, Mister Dawn—in other words, religious mythology. After the service ended, he found Priest Augustus through the middle-aged priest. The priest was busy coordinating the church choir's schedule at the time, but still took a moment to speak with Shade.
"Yes, Bishop Owen told me about it. The Church intends to help you fight for a more substantial reward, but I haven't learned what the final decision will be. You know, I've been swamped lately."
The old priest pointed at the group of children waiting behind him. As a veteran priest who had experienced who knew how many Saint Prayer Festivals, Latt Augustus would definitely not be free until the festival was over.
"Oh, and one more thing. If reporters interview you at tonight's banquet, don't forget."
He did not forget to remind him. Shade smiled and nodded in understanding.
"Of course. Thank Mister Dawn."
The priest immediately lowered his head, closed his eyes, and traced the holy emblem over his chest. It was an instinctive gesture.
The rest of the day was spent reading. Because Mr. Anros had repeatedly stressed that he must not be late, Shade prepared to leave at five-thirty, even though the banquet would not officially begin until seven in the evening.
Of course, he did not forget to feed the cat before leaving. Little Mia showed no intention of following him out. Compared with the "dangerous" outdoors, the cat preferred the safety of 6 Saint Derain Square.