Inside an office in Lambeth Palace, the headquarters of the British Puritan Church.
As the former royal palace library, Lambeth Palace still occupied a spacious site, even after several renovations to keep up with the times.
Even the backyard beside the mansion's corridor had a lawn larger than an ordinary sports field, dotted with carefully tended flowers.
Due to the time difference, although it was still evening in Academy City, here the sun, looking larger than usual, had already crossed the horizon and hung in the sky.
The morning breeze swept through the walkway, sending pretty petals dancing through the air, as beautiful as a painting.
But the nun who could appreciate this scene was in no mood to do so. She slowly approached, watching the window that kept pouring out black smoke with concern.
The room at the center of the mansion looked as though a bomb had been dropped into it. Dust and fragments lay everywhere, leaving it a complete mess.
"Supreme Pontiff, are you all right? Do you need me to call the guards...?"
The nun bent down and asked cautiously.
The Barrier's alarm had been deliberately switched off. Considering past precedents, she had not immediately made a commotion and requested support from the guards.
In her view, even members of the knight faction, who had always been at odds with the Puritan faction, would not do anything as absurd as attacking the Puritan Church's headquarters in broad daylight.
The person the nun addressed was a very young girl who looked about high school age.
The girl possessed an exceptionally alluring and exquisite appearance.
Her long golden hair had not been arranged into any suitable modern hairstyle. It had simply been folded and secured with a silver hair clip, but even so, it was long enough to