The code cannot be changed.
Hoshino caught the heavy scent of dogmatism, and the enormous shadow behind it. Her arrival, the Pope allowing her to freely observe Laterano's state of mind, and the faint pride hidden beneath it all...
It felt as though something was about to tear through the barrier and burst out.
"Brother Xidejia."
She suddenly spoke.
"How high is my level of authorization in Laterano?"
The question seemed to open some extraordinary door. Fiammetta was suddenly at a loss for words, seemingly unsure how to answer.
"I'll go ask."
"Ask how high my authorization is?"
"Ask whether I'm supposed to tell you about this. I haven't received any relevant orders."
She answered stiffly.
At that moment, Fiammetta was not a gentle nun, but a warrior fighting for the Pope and Laterano—valiant, inviolable, and full of martial spirit.
"Go on, then."
Hoshino replied without the slightest reaction.
Fiammetta immediately left. Hoshino calmly continued teaching the students. This time, they finally restrained themselves; no one found an excuse to throw herself straight into Durandal's arms again.
After the hand-to-hand combat class and lance-throwing class ended, Hoshino finally received Fiammetta's answer.
"It's permitted."
Her face was grave, and she looked far from relaxed. At this moment, Fiammetta had become a ceremonial guard again, one used to preside over important religious occasions.
Miss Fiammetta truly was an outstanding graduate of Landon Monastery. She really could do anything.
Hoshino frowned.
She sensed something unusual.
It was as if the act of informing her itself were a grand ceremony, as though some invisible crown were waiting for her to wear it.
There was a trap!
An upright knight could not run away. She chose to sit down and calmly accept the information.
"By the Holy Pope's oral decree: your glory is his glory;