Father Lyon appeared quite young, perhaps in his forties.
He was burly, often described in modern terms as a brawny hunk with sculpted muscles. However, his facial features were soft, giving him a melancholic, artistic air.
When Li Mumu entered the church, he was kneeling at the altar adorned with the Great Cross Sword, bowing his head in prayer.
"Ms. Li Mumu, and Ms. Wendy Freud, welcome to the sanctuary of the Holy Lord," he said.
Father Lyon stood up, bowed slightly in greeting, traced an inverted cross over his chest, and a gentle smile played upon his lips.
"Reconstructing this church required much effort, so I ask you both to be lenient," he said.
What kind of comment was that?
Li Mumu and Wendy exchanged glances.
[You slowly begin to remember that, long, long ago, the first time you met Wendy was in a church.]
[You set that church on fire.]
Exactly how long ago was long, long ago?
[Perhaps ten years ago? You were too young then, and the memory is somewhat hazy.]
