Annan pushed the Archbishop along the street at an ordinary pace.
It was hard to imagine that a lord everyone wanted to meet and an Archbishop of the Wealth Church would stroll through the streets like an ordinary grandfather and grandson.
But it made a certain kind of sense. Besides being the City Lord of Free City, Annan was also the Holy Son of the Wealth Church.
If past experience was any guide, Archbishop Tomark would now tell a story from his own life to make a point—
But he said nothing. He sat in his wheelchair, quietly taking in the streets of Free City.
So Annan spoke first. "Archbishop Tomark, is there anyone in the Divine Office above you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Doesn't a Church usually have a Pontiff or something...?" Annan was too embarrassed to admit he had read that in novels.
"We are already the highest-ranking members of the Church. We merely tend the flock on our god's behalf."
Annan understood. Archbishop Tomark still said nothing, so he went on. "I have a friend whose soul is lost in another world. Do you know any way to bring her soul back to the Allen World?"
"You mean the Princess?"
Annan stopped. "You know about her?"
"Keep walking."
"Oh..."
Annan resumed pushing Archbishop Tomark.
Archbishop Tomark recalled, "After you took the Princess away, the Southern Alliance sent people to Strange Tales City. The place is clean now. It will be difficult for monsters from the Dying World to reach our world through the Portal again."
"The Dying World?" Annan had never heard it called that before.
"Do you know how many worlds exist beyond the Allen World?"
"A... lot, I suppose..." This was outside Annan's knowledge.
"As many as grains of sand."
Annan was not surprised. After