The attitude of the tomb guard was even more polite than last time—almost reverent.
Fanna could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere around her, as well as the puzzled looks from her colleagues; however, she herself didn't know how to explain this cryptic change—even if some vague guesses surfaced in her mind, she couldn't express them.
All she could do was lower her head, look at the parchment handed over by the giant guard, hesitate for two seconds before reaching out to take it, and then gently inhaled.
"I'll be right back," she quickly said to Bishop Valentin, then followed behind the giant guard of the tomb, stepping towards the pale building not far away.
