Chapter 71: 071. Faith (1)
"Speak of what you desire."
It was a meeting between an old man dressed entirely in black and a girl clad in pure white priestly robes.
In that bizarre combination, it was the girl who first spoke.
Yunafint Lunaciel, the candidate for the Saintess of the great holy nation, was sipping tea with her eyes closed.
"I am being persistently disturbed. Please take ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ care of it."
"...Disturbed?"
The old man pulled a small carving knife from his robe. It had become so smooth from his habitual grip that it felt uncomfortable whenever he sensed a negative emotion.
"Regrettably, I have no idea what its identity is. Whether it is an individual, a faction, or an unknown organization."
"..."
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the old man's words, the girl silently stared at him.
No, to be precise, she still had her eyes closed, so it might be more accurate to say she was not really staring.
One thing was certain. The girl was currently in a bad mood.