"Your Highness, how much longer will it take for them to awaken?" By a massive lake, smooth as a mirror and radiating a pure white divine aura, an old man gazed expectantly at a black-haired youth with golden pupils, who wore an expression of impatience.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know. This Angel Reincarnation Pool isn't mine, so why are you asking me?" Muria, his face showing irritation, wore a look of helplessness. "How can you, a venerable Cardinal Archbishop, stick to me like a piece of gum, following me everywhere? Aren't you embarrassed? Don't you think you're losing face for the Church?"
"Not at all." The old man, who had lived for thousands of years, didn't seem abashed at all; his unabashed audacity astonished Muria. "If you don't know, you can ask your fiancée: this is her Cloud City."
