In Green Forest suburb, St. Mary's Hospital.
At the edge of the peaceful lake, there was a parasol.
Nicholas Inam lay on a soft chair, looking at the scenery not far away. If he had a cigarette or a cigar in his hand, he would have a decadent temperament after some sort of passion.
Although he had 'recovered' long ago, he was advised by the investigation bureau to stay in the sanatorium for observation for some time.
Nicholas accepted this, looking at the mirror-like lake water, and took a sip of South Indies Red Tea from the tea table next to him.
"Father Inam!"
At this moment, a tall, thin, blond-haired, blue-eyed man with a strong religious aura approached.
He wore a priest's robe with a sun, moon, and star triple-structured holy emblem on his chest.
"I am Resno Ham from Pulmoath. You can call me Resno, a secretary under the Pope's Crown!"
"Hello, Resno."
Nicholas stood up, his expression solemn, "What are the orders from the Holy See?"
