Annan followed the Warden.
The Oddities in the dungeon couldn't help thinking, It was telling the truth!
The Oddities outside for exercise, whom Annan hadn't sold out for a fourth time, thought, He did it again, just as expected!
Annan entered the church and followed the Warden—or rather, Archbishop Valencia—to the room at the very back.
It was indeed his room.
Annan watched the silhouette vanish before the carved birch doors. After a moment's hesitation, he gripped the handle and pushed them open.
This time, the doors were unlocked. Dazzling light suddenly struck his face.
Annan had to turn his head slightly as his eyes adjusted. The room came into view:
Warm sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating tiny motes of drifting dust.
A row of bookshelves lined the right wall, while objects on the left gave off an air of antiquity. A desk stood in the center, with a brown-haired man in a silver-white robe seated behind it. A greatsword and a Codex hung crossed on the wall behind him.
He looked up at Annan. He was remarkably young, seemingly only in his thirties. A dragonhide glove lay on the desk beside him. The room's solemn, immaculate arrangement hardly seemed to belong in Strange Tales City.
Annan couldn't help glancing back down the corridor. Outside this room, it really was night.
"Why have you come here?"
Annan didn't answer. He looked at the man. "Should I call you the Warden or Archbishop?"
"...That doesn't matter anymore. Answer my question. Why have you come here?"
Annan couldn't say, I came to kill you now that you've become an oddity, then give your true body to the Princess so he can regain his humanity. But lying was no better.
"I'll only tell someone honorable."
Archbishop Valencia fell silent for a moment,