Lifton had been in a very good mood lately.
As an investigator permanently stationed in the Ruined District, he had nearly thought he would die there.
But after encountering the evil spirit Auclair, suffering a thorough fright, and then undergoing a full examination at the Investigation General Bureau, he had been declared perfectly fine—and even credited with merit. At last, he had been transferred out of the Ruined District's death squad, promoted with a raise, and made a senior investigator.
At present, his public identity was that of a senior inspector at Mormora Yard.
"Chief, there's a case!"
One of his subordinates knocked open the office door and handed Lifton a file.
"It was reported by a noble lady, concerning the Moromon Church. By procedure, all cases involving belief in evil gods are transferred to us."
That was also why Lifton held a position at the police station.
Lifton accepted the file. "Solomon... the Moromon Church... Hmm... Have we confirmed whether they truly believe in some hidden existence?"
If they did, his team would absolutely be unable to handle it. They would have to report it to the Investigation General Bureau first.
"No... In fact, we've been watching this sect for some time. We've confirmed the identity of its leader—it's this Solomon, an ordinary person."
His subordinate answered honestly, "The informant is outside."
"I'll go meet her."
Lifton rose and entered a reception room, only to be immediately drawn in by the beauty of the young woman sitting there.
"Hello, I'm Lifton."
A flash of amazement passed through his eyes, but he quickly composed himself and gave an elegant bow.
"I am Metana Jacques!" Metana held a pristine porcelain cup and took a sip of black tea. "I am here to report the Moromon Church, and I hope you can