In Milan.
Since the beginning of the nineteenth century, this ancient city had been renowned throughout the world for its prosperity.
Although it had long carried the label of a Catholic stronghold, in a society that had already entered the modern age, this strong religious atmosphere was no disadvantage. Instead, it had become a selling point that attracted tourists.
Under the brilliant sunshine, the golden light reflected from the buildings mingled with the spray of the fountains in the square, creating a dreamlike scene.
Bustling crowds of tourists passed through constantly, while roadside vendors enthusiastically hawked their wares.
A blond young man wearing a camel-colored wool vest over an aqua-blue shirt sat on a bench, quietly admiring the scene with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
By all appearances, he was enjoying a leisurely moment, yet there was little joy in his expression. Instead, he looked somewhat gloomy, his tranquil eyes filled with pity.
It was as though he expected nothing from either his life or the world, yet still could not bear to let go.
Some time passed like this, until a tall woman appeared silently beside him.
"Was the Roman Orthodox Church completely wiped out?"
"An overwhelming, total defeat. From the troops to the casters, they were captured in entire units. Even an outright surrender would generally only produce results like these... More importantly, if you already knew, don't send someone else to confirm it!"
Sylvia grumbled discontentedly.
She wore loose clothing with jeans, a rough work apron around her waist, and industrial goggles resting on her forehead.
Although her clothes were slapdash and her forthright personality matched them, the way she summarized her intelligence before expressing her own opinion still gave her the air of a maid or butler.
"To wait for you to return and