"You really know Aunt Aryan," Karen's eyes sparkled with little stars, seemingly forgetting the matter of the thief stealing her armor, "I thought you were lying to me, but it turns out you actually mentioned Aunt Aryan's name."
"Is Aunt Aryan doing well?"
Lady Aryan pushed Karen's rapidly approaching face away.
"She's doing very well. Every day she recites scriptures, cleans up the messes Bishop Lord leaves behind, and rescues juniors in distress. Overall, her days aren't too bad."
"Bishop Lord leaves messes behind?" Karen recalled the Cardinal with the shawl at the Dawnlight Cathedral, the kind old man with a comforting smile. The trouble from Bishop Lord probably comes from the flood of followers squishing through the church doors after every sermon.
