Church of Steam.
Klein, dressed in a black shirt, black vest, and black wool coat, walked out of the church. He had just used the Church of Steam to transmit his thoughts, avoiding being drawn into a deeper conflict.
But there was some information he had not told the Church of Steam.
"The Aurora Order is plotting to create a disaster in preparation for the arrival of the Lord they worship."
"A terrifying Demoness has come to Backlund, preparing to spread a plague."
"These matters aren't easy to bring up with the Church of Steam. They're not things Detective Sherlock should know about."
"Chariot said that the Aurora Order is working with some ancient secret organization. Could that be connected to the Demoness arriving in Backlund at this time?"
Klein raised his head and looked at the mist-shrouded streets, at the buildings that were barely visible, their outlines faint. "I always have this feeling that a catastrophe is about to descend."
He silently sighed. "I need to improve as quickly as possible."
Only greater strength could guarantee survival!
After having lunch at a restaurant outside, Sifa returned home with Levtor.
He stepped into the hall. Brightly colored, thick, soft carpets covered the floor, while the marble tiles around them gleamed with clear patterns. His mother was playing the piano. When the housekeeper, Miss Kunna, saw Sifa, she was about to speak, but Sifa stopped her.
Sifa quietly sat down and casually looked around. Since returning home, he had not properly admired this house.
Now that he had calmed down, he saw stone sculptures arranged in the hall, oil paintings hanging on the walls, and stone pillars inlaid with ornaments supporting the second floor.
A row of French windows lined the left side of the hall, allowing anyone sitting inside to