"This is Solanthus, there won't be any problems... even if there are, they're not our concern."
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...
"You old geezer, you're so wicked, I don't believe a word you're saying!"
Herbert mumbled, leaving "that afternoon" and returning to the real Holy City of Radiance.
He pushed the door open, only to find that Bishop Evelyn had left at some point.
Hmm?
Gone?
"To think she wouldn't wait outside for a guest, this lady really doesn't know how to be hospitable."
Herbert snorted, stretched lazily.
Crack, crack, crack...
His stiff body made noises, making Herbert breathe slightly wearily.
"Ha, ha... ha!"
Although he appeared relaxed in front of the Sun Pope, talking and laughing with a saint is not as simple as it seems.
The mental pressure is still quite significant.
It was just fine that Bishop Evelyn wasn't around, as he could take the opportunity to walk around the Holy City and relax.
