"So they've turned back into higher-dimensional beings?"
Though he had some idea, Fu Qian didn't make any rash attempts, given his current state. Instead, he continued asking questions.
"Normally, yes."
Unfortunately, the Pope, who usually answered every question, merely gave a sly smile at this one and spoke in riddles.
"We're here."
Before the Templar Knight could object, she had already stopped. She gestured for him to look ahead and asked, "Does it look familiar?"
"Of course. I even pulled an overnight shift here!"
Fu Qian looked at the plaza before him and the familiar-looking building in the distance, answering with absolute confidence.
There was no doubt about it. This was the first stop on the Hurricane Rescue tour: the art museum where he had appeared in worm form.
It was slightly different from ancient Lairding, but its basic features were unchanged. Fu Qian could even sketch out its floor plan in his mind in an instant.
As for how he knew, the Witch had just asked how to get here—and as for how the Witch knew that he knew where she meant, the answer was both the same and simple: this was where that painting was kept.
Whether or not it was still there, this city had no other place of greater significance to the two of them.
"Also in your capacity as an Apostle of the Dark Moon?"
The Witch's investigations after awakening had indeed been thorough. She even knew about the new career path the knight had casually developed during the Hurricane Rescue tour.
Facing Fu Qian's confident reply, she fired back almost instantly.
"Apostle Number Seven, Anko."
Fu Qian admitted it quite earnestly, even providing detailed information about the Lamb Shepherd.
"How many others?"
The Dark Moon Pope, Nirgalia, didn't rush to state her position on