"Priest, where exactly are you going? Do you still not know your destination?"
As Shade helped the Priest sign the "Group Ring Arcanist Signature" section of the "Correspondence Ring Arcanist Outing Application Form," he asked curiously.
"Mountain City, Middlesburg."
Priest Augustus lowered his voice as he sorted through other documents on the other side of the desk:
"Bishop Owen helped me find that out. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know what clothes to bring. Don't tell anyone. The Church doesn't allow us to speak of it casually."
"What a coincidence. One of my clients went there too."
Shade said with a smile, handing the application form to the Priest. The Priest frowned as he looked at the sheet in his hand. It was the "Saint Byrens Comprehensive College Long-Term Outing Instructions for Correspondence Ring Arcanists" and the "Saint Byron's Correspondence Student Management Regulations: Residency Section" that he had received from the Doctor.
As a proper school, Saint Byron's was especially thorough—or rather, tedious—when it came to rules and regulations. The school rules accumulated over two epochs were no joke. According to the Priest, he had to fill out at least a stack of approval forms before he could leave, enough paper to bind into a thin book.
"But Middlesburg..."
Shade recalled something else. When he had obtained the Demon Hunting Seal from the ophthalmologist, he had also learned the whereabouts of a relic longsword. Like the seal, it had been equipment left behind by Demon Hunters of the Third Epoch. Weapon-type relics were among the most valuable of all relics.
That longsword was buried in Sikar Mountain, and Middlesburg was located at the mountain pass at its foot.
He had originally planned to wait until he had some free time, then take the cat on a long journey and retrieve the