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✠At a similar time, a cold, silent step echoes over the marble floor.

From head to toe, a silver-haired American man who seemed to have been molded by the grace of God was walking through the hallways of the Holy Emperor's Office.

As his tight-fitting uniform attests, his gait, a trained knight, had theft and decency.

He was Tessilid Argent in the '17th Round'.

The floor, which had been transformed from marble to carpet, devoured the sound of a nice step to hear.

Shortly thereafter, Tesilid arrived at his destination.

The place where he stood was in front of a cardinal's visit.

Knock knock.

Even the sound of a knock, as if resembling him, is unreconcilable.

"Ahh

The person who opened the door and came out was an apprentice priest girl who was in charge of the market.

Tessilid smiled softly, as he set the example as if he had painted it in a picture.

"It's a night of peace, sister. I'm sorry for the delay, but can you tell Cardinal Catleja that I want to see you for a moment?"

"Yes! Now, wait!"

The girl's face was fluttering up.

He was a knight with a look and manners that thrilled women, so he had to.

The more I regressed, the more the fledgling disappeared and the oddly sluggish, detached atmosphere was added, and it was almost impossible not to feel the charm.

Soon the girl pulled out her shy face.

"Come in."

Thanking him in acquiescence, he took a step.

The place where I was guided was a private library. Because of the dense collection of theological books, there seemed to be a strong and faithful air in the space.

Catleja, who was reviewing the papers, glanced at Tesilide and corrected her glasses.

"Sir Thesilild, let me sit down."

"Thank you for your time, Cardinal Yeha."

With the low table between them, Tesilid sat right on the couch opposite the catleja.

The girl priest gave away the car and stepped back as she noticed. It seemed that Katlea had told him beforehand that he would be dogged.

He used to be a quick to notice.

Even now, there was a gentle tension in the air.

It feels obvious. Katleja Gillette is wary of Tesilid Argent.

On the other hand, Tesilide's attitude toward face-to-face was unusual. He smiled inexorably as he swept the handle of the mug with his fingertips.

The first to open his mouth was Katleja.

The beginning was plain.

"How did you ask me to see you?"

"I had a personal question, so I looked for it. I'm a little ashamed that it's trivial."

"There's really nothing trivial about saying it's trivial."

"Is that so."

"I'm worried. I've taken a step at best, and I wonder if it's a question I can answer."

"You don't have to worry. It's a question that anyone with a living problem can easily answer."

In front of the flinching Katleja, Tesilid was still smiling picturesquely.

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