"Theological Academy?"
Ian chewed on this novel term, finding it somewhat difficult to comprehend at first.
In his fixed understanding, faith was faith, and an academy was an academy.
Could the two really be combined?
"Yes, the Theological Academy," Heine nodded and said, "Your Excellency may understand it this way, if we assume the faith of a Necromancer is Sanatos..."
Ian said, "There's no need to assume."
As soon as he had finished speaking, Director Sa stuck his head out of the house.
He was crowned with a gleaming "Sanatos is a Pig."
The brothers had all been soaking in the fishpond yesterday, and Heine had just taken them out this morning. They were all standing guard in the house, not expecting to be blocked by Ian at their door first thing in the morning.
Seeing such an explicitly positioned name, Ian swallowed back the words he was about to say next.
"Please continue," he said.
