The solemn and grand bell resonated within the Sanctuary, the deep resonance reverberated through the War God's Grand Cathedral under the iron dome. Matilda rose from the bench and said to the elderly Pope in front of her, "The bell has rung, I should return to the Obsidian Palace. If you're still interested in my experiences with the Cecil Clan, I can tell you more next time."
"I look forward to it," Malm Dunite wore a peaceful and benevolent smile, an aura of gentleness that made him almost unlike a Combat Priest serving the War God who had charged upon the battlefield. His broad and robust physique and the sharpness in his eyes silently proved the elderly man's still formidable presence, affirming his authoritative dominion over the church, "Send my regards to Rosetta—he hasn't visited the War God's Grand Cathedral for quite some time."
Matilda slightly bowed her head, "...I will."
