"She..."
In the highest Holy Hall of the Holy City of Radiance, the elderly Pope with his hair and beard all white slightly squinted his eyes.
The [Lady] had appeared again.
"..."
The old Pope was silent for a moment, lowering his crimson eyes, likened to a setting sun, to look at the middle-aged man bowing his head at the foot of the hall steps before him, and gently asked:
"This time, how many people have seen her?"
The towering middle-aged Knight knelt on one knee at the foot of the hall steps, raising his head at this moment and responding in a deep voice, "So far, only one Priest has seen her shadow for a fleeting moment, but it's unknown how many more may notice her next."
The Knight's expression was somewhat grim as well, his brow tightly furrowed.
In this world, there are countless mysterious legends that cannot be explained by common sense, some relating to magic power, some to the roots of the world, and many are the handiwork of Divine Spirits...
