The nun who came to call Ronald out was named Afra.
The two chatted briefly, and Ronald used the opportunity to probe for information, confirming the situation in Saint City.
He then tidied up a bit.
The two left the small house directly.
The secluded convent was but a corner of Saint City, yet when it went from empty silence to activity, it took on a vastly different appearance.
This district was solemn and quiet.
The few people visible on the streets walked slowly but with firm expressions. Even acquaintances rarely spoke, merely nodding to each other, displaying the solemn and austere atmosphere of the convent.
At this moment, the bell rang.
Ronald looked towards the sound and saw it was the bell tower in the distance.
Each district of Saint City had a bell tower, which rang the corresponding number of times every hour to inform the people of the current time.
A few minutes later, Ronald followed the young nun down the street back to the plaza of the convent.
