Originally, the York City District had possessed a landmark building: the Order God Church's York City District Church Administration Building. Unfortunately, it had collapsed during an operation to arrest a traitor. Kallen had witnessed the whole thing himself, and that was when he had met Richard.
The New Church Administration Building chosen afterward was in the suburbs, with the Teleportation Magic Formation area occupying what had originally been the underground parking garage.
For some reason, every time Kallen came and went here, he could smell motor oil.
Although Kallen trusted the people who cleaned this place, who might even use purification arts for a thorough cleaning, he could not shake the habit of frowning and wanting to cover his nose at the sight of these surroundings.
But after smelling the sea's salty tang for so long, catching this scent of motor oil again felt wonderfully familiar and gave him a sense of belonging.
Laure and Leon were waiting here with a group of clergy to welcome them.
"Welcome back, safe and sound."
Laure stepped forward, intending to hug Kallen.
Noticing reporters taking photographs around the perimeter, Kallen stepped forward with a smile and embraced Laure.
After they parted, Leon also came forward and spread his arms, leaving Kallen no choice but to hug him too.
Throughout the embrace, the reporters' shutters kept clicking.
"Thanks for all your hard work this time," Leon said with a smile.
"Serving the church is my duty. It was no trouble."
"There's a banquet prepared for you. Would you like to attend?" Leon asked.
"Can we skip it?" Kallen asked.
"Of course. It can be canceled at any time. After all, my grandfather thought you'd definitely be homesick and tired after just getting back."
"Then please convey my thanks to the Chief Bishop for being