The people from the Justice Office always looked grim.
Fiammetta felt the pressure.
Actually, that expression had a more common name. Justice Office members were privately mocked for having "dead-mom faces," but whether out of etiquette or respect for their authority, Fiammetta would not be stupid enough to say it aloud.
"Ah... this? We're really not familiar with each other."
Fiammetta hesitated before speaking.
She had only met Durandal once. They truly were not close.
More importantly, she was unsure what the Justice Office thought of Durandal—or rather, what the Pope behind them thought of Durandal. She did not know exactly who that person was, but the black wings and halo were bloody proof.
This person had once raised a gun against her own people.
"Knowing her is enough. His Holiness wishes to see her."
The Justice Office member said sternly, "Not the Pope who is next in line. The other one."
"..."
A figure hidden deep within Laterano's history. The founder of Laterano. Eden's master...
"Ah?"
Fiammetta lost her composure slightly.
After the Justice Office member left, Fiammetta suddenly became curious. Even the students filing in one after another could no longer hold her attention.
Just what had Durandal done?
Although Laterano was somewhat isolated, it was not too difficult to uncover such information if one made the effort.
Before long, Fiammetta returned with a calm expression.
Another student drawn by its reputation approached. Fiammetta calmly looked up, showing no sign of happiness.
"This is Landon Monastery?"
"Mm."
She answered calmly.
"Wow~ Can simple bows and arrows really reach that level?"
The new student glanced at the footage looping on the large screen and asked admiringly, "Is this a newly researched bow-type weapon?"
Fiammetta shook her head.
"No. You will never reach that height. Once you enter Landon Monastery,