For a moment, I tensed up thinking it was a letter, but there was only a simple message written in neat handwriting.
[I’ll head out first. There’s an emergency meeting convened by the Empire side in the afternoon, is something going on? Oh, and make sure to eat breakfast. -Lucia-]
It must have been a note left by Lucia.
Even as I let out a sigh of relief, I couldn’t cool down my body soaked in cold sweat. An inexplicable anxiety kept gnawing at me persistently.
Suddenly, an image of a certain person formed in my mind.
Emma, yes. Let’s go find Emma.
With that thought concluded, my body bolted upright. After washing up, hastily getting ready, and bursting the door open to step out.
What was waiting for me was an unexpected guest.
“Hm? You’re awake.”
An old priest with completely white hair, clad in shabby robes.
It was Archbishop Aindel. As I hesitated for a moment at the appearance of this unanticipated visitor, the old man showed his characteristic good-natured smile and said.
“It’s about time for the meeting, but since I hadn’t heard any news of you going out, I came just in case. Well, since it’s come to this, let’s go together.”
‘A meeting,’ he says.
I slightly furrowed my brow at the schedule I hadn’t heard of, but soon recalled the…