A cool breeze swept past the Goddess of the Night Cathedral in Walkervis's Brightlight District. Bruce and Fawcett reached the cathedral doors. Though it was late at night, figures were faintly visible beneath the lights that remained lit inside.
"Have you worked out what to say?" Bruce asked quietly.
Fawcett nodded. He had to face this and take the initiative rather than end up wanted and subjected to interrogation.
Leaning on his cane, Bruce climbed the steps. As soon as he entered, a young worshipper approached, touched his forehead, and bowed slightly.
Bruce and Fawcett returned the greeting in the same way.
"Have you come to pray?" the worshipper asked, looking at Bruce and Fawcett. Few people came at this hour. It was already very late, and both looked so frail that going out was unsafe for them.
"No. Please let His Grace, the Bishop of Walkervis's Brightlight District, know that Nightwalker Bruce Wayne requests an audience," Bruce said with a smile. It had been a long time since he had prayed to the Goddess of the Night.
"Please wait a moment. You can sit over here."
The worshipper clearly did not quite understand what a Nightwalker was. After all, the Nightfall Association rarely appeared at the church. He probably was not an Extraordinary, so he paused in confusion, but still went to report Bruce's request.
"A Nightwalker? Why would a Nightwalker come here?"
Ernest was puzzled by the worshipper's report. When Nightwalkers visited local churches, official documents usually arrived beforehand, detailing their business and the assistance the church was to provide. He had received no such documents.
Of course, it was possible that a Nightwalker had come to the church while acting independently, but Nightwalkers did not seem to operate so casually.
Ernest could only suspend the discussion of