August 14th, Monday.
"Barton, any news?" Alec stood emotionless in the center of the church, but those around him could feel the raging anger within him.
Paul answered:
"We can't find any trace of Miss Nora, as if she vanished from thin air."
Alec closed his eyes, trying to calm his worries and anger as much as possible.
It was impossible to calm down.
His spacious bishop's robe moved without wind, and the bright yellow sparks splashed out continuously. As he reopened his eyes, his pupils burst out like two miniature suns, emitting intense light.
Paul lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with him.
Alec continued in his usual tone:
"I found a powerful magic residue at the place where Nora disappeared. Only one person in this city can create such a large scale magic, and that is Pure White Knight George."
Paul said:
"How is that possible? Is Ingris going to start a war with us? George could not have done such a thing."
Alec sighed:
