In the Real World, at Saint Draco Cathedral on Oravi Island.
Two young men sat on a pew, listening intently as an elderly bishop of the Church of Storms explained the Trial Temple.
"In short, the so-called God of Luck is long gone, but that ruin is bound to hold plenty of dangers. Experienced as you are, you must be careful... If you find yourselves trapped, don't hesitate to use the Disaster charms you've been given. You may not be clergy or Mandated Punishers, but you are loyal defenders of the Lord. Value your lives," the old man urged them one last time.
"Thank you for the warning, Bishop Falion." One of the young men, a blue-haired man in his twenties, spoke with excitement. "We'll complete the mission!"
The other man, who had yellow hair and looked slightly older, struck his chest with his fist. "Storms be with you."
"Storms be with you, my children." The bishop returned the customary salute, then smiled. "His Excellency Kottman will personally support you from outside the ruins tonight, so there's no need to be too nervous."
Delight spread across the blue-haired young man's face. Given the generous reward, he had assumed the mission would be terribly dangerous. He hadn't expected a Saint to watch over them. Now there was nothing to worry about.
A flicker of fear crossed the yellow-haired man's face, too faint for anyone to notice. He quickly hid it.
A Saint is providing support in person... That shows how seriously His Excellency Kottman takes this! A ruin that someone like him cares about must be fraught with danger!
With that thought, the yellow-haired man glanced at his companion but said nothing.
Just then, the bells in the tower behind the cathedral began to chime. The bishop clapped his hands and