The next morning back in Daron City, it was the usual trip to church.
Unlike the Sequencers who sneak around and find a place to meditate when it's late at night, the Acolytes meditate during the day, and in clusters.
The morning sun dawned, and with it, a halo of light flooded the seated chapel, and the holy light spilled out, and the whole church was silent and dazzling.
The whole miracle-like process lasts anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour, with people leaving halfway through.
After stabilizing the cursed armor that had begun to gnaw at the outer skin, Eleazar also stood up with a ghost of a sigh.
"Well, it's almost time to get to know your history, and the magic potion of the
The black armor slowly parted the somewhat tumultuous crowd and stepped out of the church to leave.
He was a bit skeptical of the church's claim that they would set him free once the curse on this armor was lifted.
Either this is a very daunting task or simply unattainable.
Arriving at the academy without a single change, Eleazar lowered his calm gaze and walked unhurriedly into the classroom for his morning lesson.
You can't throw away your identity in reality, or you will become a white ghost who can only survive by depending on the Church later on.
"Oh? He went to class?"
In the office, Qishi slowly leaned back in his chair.
"There's no sense of belonging, and you're thinking about how to be independent in the future before you've even settled down."
"Your Highness, shall I go to the classroom and arrest him?"
Frid asked for orders with anticipation.
"No need." Qishi propped up his cheek, playing with the holy crystal in his other hand.
"It would be too boring if I had to be reminded of everything."
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After the class, Eleazar then slowed down to report to the office.
His immediate superior in the North, Her Highness, the 'Honorable' Virgin.
Knocking on the door, he opened it with a lazy reply from inside.
A ray of harsh sunlight refracted through the window facing the front door.
Her Highness sat in a dazzling, all-pervading light, and the Nun stood beside her with a large scythe.
What a great holy authority!
After a pause, Eleazar asked in a flat tone, "Got a mission?"
As soon as the slightest hint of denial bubbled out of the other's mouth, he immediately turned around and walked away.
Dealing with the man whose white cut was black, he might as well have gone to Merlin's Church and inquired about the origins of the cursed armor.
"There's no rush." Qishi didn't show any attitude.
"Have a seat first, do you drink black tea?"
"I'm not as idle as you guys."
Eleazar stood in the doorway with a cold look on his face, "If there's nothing else, I'll excuse myself."
"You seem to have a lot of opinions about me naa~" Qishi smiled and clasped his hands together.
"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who flatters on the surface and then goes back on his word behind his back."
Eleazar sank his gaze, "Usually I confront her openly!"
"Oh? You're starting to prepare for the dragon language ceremony right."
Qishi didn't care at all and smiled.
"While I don't know how much material is hidden in that space crystal around your neck, I'm guessing that there certainly isn't a Dragonborn willing to help you hidden in there, is there?"
Eleazar narrowed his eyes, quickly analyzing the meaning of her words.
Did something happen to Luna again?
Qishi leaned back into the chair behind him, "Luna-san's physique is coveted, two days ago she was kidnapped by that bio-company again, this incident was supposed to be the responsibility of the other acolytes to go and rescue her, but I thought that you might be keen to get on good terms with her, so I squashed the operation..."
"Reserved exclusively for you to handle~"
"There will be a little bit of suffering, but all of this will be worth it, just think how touching the scene will be when Prince Charming, who had rescued her once before, reappears in the most desperate moment?"
Qishi cocked his head, "This is a stage just for you, will you thank me?"
Gripping the doorframe with a slight grip, Eleazar removes half the door.
Qishi, still wagging his finger without a care in the world, said, "But to take a step back, maybe she wouldn't have had to suffer through all that if you'd reported in sooner."
"Woo--"
A door frame sliced through the air and flew back with a horrible wind.
"Bold!!!"
The nun chopped the doorframe off with an uppercut, then stepped on the table and leaped lightly, swinging her giant scythe down heavily.
Eleazar didn't dodge, just stood calmly and let the blade slice heavily into his shoulder, then watched as the expensive silver weapon erupted into shards that littered the sky.
The nun's incoming momentum subsided like a tidal wave, and with extreme embarrassment, she took hold of her bare grip and retreated to the holy woman's side.
"Your Highness... I... Too useless..."
"It's okay, Frid, you just launched an attack on a mythical creature, courage is very much appreciated."
Qishi soothed the frustrated nun and said faintly toward the door, "23 Narcissus Street, Lister..."
"That man has been waiting for you for two days." Leaving the room full of debris behind, Eleazar turned and walked away.
The nun looked viciously at the quickly departing back before picking up the phone and informing someone to come and clean the room.
"Your Highness, why did you deliberately irritate him like that?"
"Just testing the waters."
Qishi propped his chin on his hands thoughtfully, "It seems like he's planning to coax that woman into helping him with the dragon language ceremony."
The sullen Witcher, momentarily arriving at that address given by the Church's saintly daughter, rapped hard on the door.
A well-built man with deep gray eyes opened the door to the room.
Eleazar doesn't know the other guy, but the other guy recognizes himself.
"Coming? Then let's go."
Without much ado, the other party took him directly to the garage and then rolled out a military-converted civilian locomotive.
"Do you sit in the front or the back?"
Eleazar was silent for a moment, "Is there only one?"
Lester gazed at him, "Even if there is a second one, the question is, can you drive it?"
"I'll sit in the back then..."
Without further ado, Eleazar quickly flexed his body and straddled the back seat.
Seeing him seated, Lister braced himself, and with a twist of the key the engine ignited successfully, and the locomotive gave a piercing roar.
A plume of smoke erupted, and the locomotive, which had a surprisingly fast start, quickly sped out into the street.
Somewhat caught off guard by the recoil coming from underneath him, Eleazar subconsciously grabbed at the tactile explosion of firmness that was the waistband in front of him.
There was a moment of silence, and he had to ask again aloud:
"What's the status of the hostages?"
"After three days of intermittent power and water cuts and electromagnetic wave interference, the lab that hasn't made any real progress is said to be getting ready to move the subjects."
Lister's low, muffled voice traveled down the air stream.