When Mayne pushed open the heavy door of the secret chamber, a slight scent of resting grass blew onto his face. Archbishop Mayne was fond of such a candle that was composed of a mixture of herbs and spices. Especially in the airtight room, the scent of the burning candle made him felt composed.
The secret chamber was not commodious at all, it could only take one round table and four chairs. The other two archbishops were already seated. The first seat facing the wooden door was vacant. With his failing health, the pope had not shown his presence in almost half a year. Mayne would visit the Pivotal Secret Area of Hermes' underground castle only when he encountered tough problems and sought help from the pope.
"Since you all have gathered, let's begin." Mayne locked the door and sat between the two others. "Tayfun, how was the social order maintained in the Kingdom of Everwinter?"
