"...You have not found him yet?"
At the moment, in the government hall of Worchester, the atmosphere was as deathly still as a frozen lake. Grant stood above, asking the question as he fixed his gaze upon the people below him, who remained quiet.
Amongst the people below were priests, Holy Knight, and some local government officers. Everyone, however, had their heads bowed. Not a single one of them dared to make a sound.
"Tell me, how much more time do you need to be able to find him." Grant's voice still seemed to be calm, but it was enough to send another bout of shiver through the hearts of the people below him.
"Your Highness the Pope, such things… should not be rushed." The priest who stood at the forefront had no choice but to steel himself and speak. "We have already sealed up the entire city. He definitely can't run out. Moreover, as long as we burn them, five at a time, he will not be able to resist it, and come out one day."
