Sister Gurwig of Ishruna, World in the Painting

But they quickly put the matter out of their minds and stopped dwelling on it. After all, in their view, Sakura's case could only be considered abnormal; development like theirs was normal.

—That's right. Some unnamed person who had grown only one centimeter taller over ten years also agreed and quietly gave it a like.

Following the mottled stone road beneath their feet, Gray's group walked for about ten minutes before they saw the church standing not far ahead.

To their surprise, the church looked no taller than four stories. It was likewise a plain stone structure, with something of a Gothic style to it.

But that was all. As the headquarters of the largest organization in all of Ishruna, the building was rather too simple.

In their understanding, whether in the West or the East, no effort was spared for such important symbolic buildings. That was why there were so many wonders in the world.

Gray had no particular thoughts on the matter. Having grown up in the countryside, she had rarely seen even two-story buildings before coming to London. The largest building had been the church west of her village.

"Surprised?"

Sakura casually waved her hand, as though greeting a friend. The other party did not seem to mind such rude behavior, clearly not yet accustomed to it.

Olga Marie's lips curled slightly into a smile. She knew Sakura, one of her few friends, quite well.

"Good day, Father Da Pengfa."

"Outsiders, I can sense the presence of Wolf Soul on them. So the King of Winter Wolves was indeed completely slain."

Sakura seemed used to such scenes and gave the order.

"To receive such an evaluation from you, I really am rather curious."

Upon entering the church, they found equally luxurious decorations before their eyes.