A message written to a Bishop must be given in person and not by any other means; this is to showcase the respect of their lordship. An archbishop is a Bishop and so is the primate.
The Bishop of the 8th diocese who governs the province in which the dungeon chapel resides has been known to be an 'i don't care' bishop; fat, lackluster and almost like a figure head as most worshipers under his jurisdiction claims him to be. And funny enough it's still unknown why his jurisdiction; his diocese has only one canon with so many curates. It's said he only admits curates into his diocese in consideration of the church and diocese funds he wouldn't want to lavish. Dianne knew all about this, at least she was part of the so called intra-diocese evangelical movement, so when stories went around, she patronized it.
So obviously, the thought in her mind was since it was that so called Bishop Quinkx as stories and rumours acclaimed him to be, it would be an easy task to get permission into his diocese for any sort of probing to be carried out eventually.
Dianne thanked and smiled back at the little boy waiting to board a train; he had suddenly decided to offer Dianne part of his ice cream. Dianne then did a little bit of soul check on him and found out nothing disturbing or distorted about the little boy's spiritual Aura. But if it were to be disturbing she wouldn't still do anything because all she need do was focus on her current task; so she quickly boarded the train as well to Campex– another city entirely. Each state at most had a total of 3 diocese so it was pretty hard and thoroughly unacceptable to pry into another diocese's issues without permission.
Strangely in the train she had boarded, she could feel so many distorted spiritual Aura– so many passengers at the front seat were strongly possessed by soul parasites; to Dianne this was bad news, so what will the scenerio in Campex city be like if Omi city presently is like this? she wondered. Although Dianne was highly urged to perform an emergency exorcism, but she won't.
One of the passengers had noticed the blunt look on her face and had inquired. But it definitely was– "I'm ok" As expected Dianne wanting no cause for alarm quickly erased signs of disturbed countenance. But then Dianne could feel the touch of another passenger on her fingers. The passenger had drawn closer to Dianne and touched her palms; and Dianne being an evangelist– it's critical for her to be spiritually conscious at all if possible.
"Hey ma'am! you smell nice." The man sniffed.
Dianne had quickly noticed his distorted spiritual Aura and she had to quench hers because if the demon or soul parasite inside the man noticed so, there would be an insane manifestation of the soul parasite.
"Campex City! Campex City!" notified a voice from the train.
Lucky her, she wouldn't have to deal with this shameless man, but rather she would carry on with her task.