The two black-robed men stared at Kallen in utter disbelief. They were only two Divine Servants assigned to "handle the aftermath." They had thought it would be a simple job, never imagining that the man whose death benefits they were delivering would stand before them alive and well.
Kallen placed both hands before his chest and said earnestly:
"Praise the great God of Order. Praise Order!"
The two black-robed men immediately copied his gesture:
"Praise the great God of Order. Praise Order."
The salute ended.
"Are you... really Lord Inquisitor Pavaro?"
"Yes."
"You're not dead?"
"I was framed and imprisoned, then deliberately released so they could hunt me down and silence me. I nearly died, but I escaped, thanks to the protection of the great God of Order."
"Well..."
"We..."
The two black-robed men exchanged looks;
Kallen's intuition told him there was more to this.
"Lord Inquisitor Pavaro, we need to return and report to Arbiter Vicolai."
"These death benefits..."
"Of course we'll have to make new arrangements. New arrangements."
"All right." Kallen nodded, feeling slightly disappointed.
The two black-robed men immediately got into their car and left.
Alfred got out of his car and walked over, asking in confusion, "Young master, what was that?"
"They were delivering Mr. Pavaro's death benefits and commendation certificate, but I think there's more to this story. It isn't that straightforward. Arbiter Vicolai, is it? I have a feeling he'll be coming to see me very soon."
"Young master, then what will you do?"
"Wait to see him."
"Young master, shall I go inside and wait with you?"
"No need. I think he's the one who should be anxious and worried."
"Why is that, young master?"
Kallen looked down at his feet, remembering that the spot where he stood now was where Mr. Pavaro