On the outskirts of Green Forest, within St. Maria Sanitarium.
At the edge of a tranquil lake stood a sunshade.
Nicholas Inam reclined in a cushioned chair, gazing at the scenery not far away. If he had a cigarette or cigar in hand, he would have exuded the decadent air of someone spent after passion.
Though he had long since "recovered," following the Investigation Bureau's recommendation, he still needed to remain under observation at the sanitarium for a while.
Nicholas accepted this. Looking at the lake, smooth as a mirror, he picked up a cup of South Innis black tea from the tea table beside him and took a light sip.
"Cleric Inam!"
Just then, a middle-aged man approached. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a tall, lean build, with the pronounced bearing of a religious figure.
He wore a cleric's robe, with a holy emblem on his chest formed of three layers: sun, moon, and stars.
"I am Resno Hamm from Plymouth. You may call me Resno. I am His Holiness the Pope's secretary!"
"Hello, Resno."
Nicholas rose to his feet, his expression turning solemn. "What instructions does the Holy See have?"
Resno's expression likewise became grave as he said ceremoniously, "I have brought your letter of appointment. You have been appointed acting bishop of this diocese. The faith of this region has suffered a severe blow. You must rebuild the people's trust in the Holy Spirit—and, well, the church as well!"
"Green Forest Cathedral?" Nicholas frowned. Even now, recalling that place still brought back unpleasant memories.
"No, Saint Avalon Cathedral!"
Resno answered with a smile.
"And... what about Roberts?" Nicholas asked the question that concerned him most. Now that the appointment had come through, perhaps he could finally leave.
At the same time, he found it rather