Fortunately, Greg's ordeal did not last too long.
Talaya finally stopped at the end of a corridor. Before her stood a dark brown wooden door carved with the same stars-and-moon design as the Church's emblem, lending it a solemn air.
Talaya turned around, looked gravely at Greg and Catherine, and lowered her voice.
"Once we're inside, don't speak out of turn. Our Deputy Bishop has been the Bishop's trusted confidante longer than anyone. Her standing is exalted, and her power is unfathomable. If you say something you shouldn't, you're done for."
Catherine nodded slightly, her expression solemn.
She had always shown powerful people the respect they deserved. Since the woman was the Night Church's Deputy Bishop, she naturally deserved to be treated with courtesy.
Greg nodded too.
Because he knew that this maid of his really was not someone to mess with.
Only after both of them agreed to cooperate did Talaya turn around in satisfaction, push open the wooden door, and lead them inside.
The room's furnishings were simple yet solemn.
A broad black wooden desk stood in the center. On the wall behind it hung an enormous black banner embroidered in silver thread with the Night Church's stars-and-moon emblem.
Several oil lamps burned in the room, their dim yellow light casting wavering shadows on the walls and creating a composed, mysterious atmosphere.
Behind the black wooden desk sat a woman wearing a silver mask and black sacred robes.
Her hands were clasped beneath her chin, her elbows rested on the desk, and her head was bowed slightly. Motionless, she seemed immersed in deep contemplation.
Talaya stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Deputy Bishop, I have brought the people you wished to see."
"..."
There was no response.
The room remained silent for two seconds.
Talaya raised her head slightly,