Half a year later.
Plymouth.
Near the Remington Family estate.
Aaron had once again become "Para" as he passed by the Remington Family's lawn.
It was clear the lawn had not received particularly attentive care; weeds were already beginning to grow unchecked.
"Mrs. Remington!"
Seeing a lady walk out of the house, Aaron smiled and greeted her.
"You are... Mr. Torman?"
Mrs. Remington instinctively started to make the gesture of praising the sun, but lowered her hand halfway through.
Over the past half year, the Empire had liquidated and seized the Sun Church's properties. The Sun Church had suffered a heavy blow; if not for the sheer number of its believers, it would practically have been branded a cult.
At the same time, the other Orthodox God churches—especially the Church of the Keeper of Secrets—had forcefully established themselves within the Empire, competing with the steadily retreating Sun Church for believers.
For ordinary people whose faith was weak, keeping their distance from the Sun Church had become unavoidable under the Empire's barely veiled hints.
"It is truly wonderful to see you."
Mrs. Remington sighed with emotion. "My husband and I thought you had died in that terrible meteor shower..."
"In truth, I was injured, and it took me quite some effort to recover."
Aaron told a small lie.
As for a temporary residence permit?
Someone of means who had entered high society would hardly need to worry about such a problem.
"Being alive is fortunate enough. I have many friends who are gone as well." Mrs. Remington drew out a handkerchief, and there seemed to be a glimmer of tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I came to Plymouth this time to attend two weddings." Aaron explained with a smile. "Why haven't I seen Mr. Remington?"
"He does not really