"Good day, Archbishop."
A Holy Knight of the Order Church greeted the archbishop standing outside the Church.
Annan was still a little dazed. Fragments of memory flickered through his mind like a Magic Film—all scenes from Archbishop Valencia's life.
But they had not reached the part about how to deal with Church members.
Meeting the knight's gaze, Annan wondered how someone in authority should speak. Oh, right. He was someone in authority.
"Lovely weather today."
The young, handsome Holy Knight looked up in confusion. "But Priest Sean said there'll be heavy rain this evening."
"I like rainy days. They make me feel... as though the world is bestowing grace upon the earth."
The Holy Knight showed no reaction. Apparently, the Order Church had no interest in nature.
At last, a memory fragment showed Valencia responding to a colleague. Annan copied his bearing, cleared his throat, and said, "In the name of Order."
"Teacher?"
Then Annan saw Valencia sitting down to eat with a group of Order Church members...
Why did the Order Church use "In the name of Order" as a prayer before meals?
"I just remembered something."
Ignoring the bewildered Holy Knight, Annan hurried to the second floor.
At least he knew where "his" room was.
Annan returned to the Office, sat in Archbishop Valencia's chair, and sorted through the memory fragments flashing through his mind.
Valencia had become the Order Church's archbishop in Strange Tales City at just forty. An Epic Priest, he was undoubtedly one of the city's brightest talents.
His daughter Colette had turned eighteen today. She was a young girl still in her rebellious phase.
Valencia had barely noticed the change in his daughter. He usually spent his time at the Church or the Royal Palace, leaving a maid and the other servants to look