Pastel left the high priest meeting room.
Lined up in the corridor, maintaining a strict state of alert, the guards turned to look.
Governor-General Pastel worked hard to put on a serious expression.
An expression that looked as if she had just discussed an incredibly serious matter with the Acting Pontiff.
It's truly serious.
Lord Demon, who had been nervously tapping one foot with his arms crossed, hurriedly approached.
『What did you talk about for so long? Were you threatened?』
Amidst this worry laden with prejudice, the subtle gazes of the church guards gathered on them.
Pastel silently shook her head with a sense of weight.
It was a very, very serious conversation...
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