The old man's tone was very calm, as if he were simply telling a story in which he happened to have appeared for a while.
"Sorry, I tend to be chatty in my old age," the old priest said with a smile, looking at Fanna, "Do you have friends from other religious sects?"
"...I have a friend who is a clergy member of the Academy of Truth," Fanna thought for a moment, "But she doesn't talk much to me about the teachings of the God of Wisdom, Rahm."
"Ah, a believer in the God of Wisdom... That's quite normal. Their creed usually requires a college degree to understand, and sometimes even a passing score in higher mathematics," the old priest nodded as if it were obvious, "Compared to them, followers of the God of Death are the easiest to deal with—after all, we are all bound to die."
At this, the old man paused, looking curiously at the neatly arranged files behind Fanna, "Judge, could you tell me what you are looking for?"
Fanna suddenly hesitated.
