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"Your Excellency, Secret Blood Saint."
Ileana hurried forward a few steps and called out to the red-robed man about to leave around the corner. "There's a meeting at eight tomorrow morning. Please attend on time."
The red-robed man turned around, revealing a pale, beautiful face beneath his hood. He held a folder in his hand. At his companion's call, he first traced a cross over his chest, then asked hoarsely:
"In a dream or in reality?"
"In reality," Ileana said, though she, too, would have liked to hold the meeting in a dream. "At the same address as the last meeting. I also have another question. What do you think of Intis's current parliamentary system?"
Mr. A, who had already become a Saint, stood there thinking for several seconds. His voice grew somewhat low. "They aren't devout enough."
Ileana sighed. This was the difficulty of dealing with fanatics: discussing devotion with certain nobles was foolish... The more ignorant people were, the more devout they were, while those who possessed vast resources understood the world more thoroughly. Most nobles and wealthy people merely cooperated with churches for profit. Even Ileana could hardly find anyone in her family who was devout toward the Eternal Blazing Sun. In fact, even she herself, already a Saint and likely to become the Cathedral of Light's next Chief Priest, was not particularly devout toward the True Creator.
Strictly speaking, she merely yearned for light, warmth, the sun, and beautiful things.
"A change in faith needs to happen gradually. The nobles haven't been driven into a corner yet. It's difficult for them to turn sincerely toward the Lord."
"Then they should disappear," Mr. A said as though it were only natural. "Isn't that what the church intends as well?"
"Not yet."
Though her affection for her