Sifa casually pulled up a chair and sat down, saying with a faint smile, "Backlund. Holy Wind Cathedral."
Catherine immediately looked at Sifa as though he were a lunatic or an idiot.
"I know organizations that worship the True Creator are all somewhat mad."
"But I never imagined you were mad to this extent."
"You actually chose this place for our negotiations."
The Black Saint naturally understood what Sifa's choice of venue meant.
Inside a church belonging to the Church of Storms.
Right under the Lord of Storms' nose.
She would not dare attempt anything.
She would also have to watch out for the Hunter angel opposite her going mad. One wrong move could draw the Lord of Storms' attention.
Then both of them would perish together.
Sifa's smile remained unchanged. "Don't you think this is a very suitable place?"
"Here, neither you nor I would dare try anything. Nor could we."
"That way, our transaction can proceed smoothly. What do you think?"
Expressionlessly, Catherine took out a ladies' purse and retrieved the crown covered in rust and blood. She voluntarily ignited black flames to remove the curse on it, then placed it on the floor.
"Give me the ring."
She did not want to stay a moment longer.
Sifa, however, was in no hurry. He smiled. "Not so fast."
A man with a cold, stern air appeared silently beside him.
He had brought out the Scholar of Yore.
The projection of this Sequence 3 Saint immediately performed divination on the Beyonder characteristic. Only after confirming that it posed no danger and carried no curse did he nod to Sifa.
Wondering how Sifa had summoned his subordinate, Catherine said, "You really are cautious."
"It's a fine virtue."
Sifa nodded, and the Scholar of Yore walked over and picked up the