Stiyl Magnus left the Tower of London.
The weather in London was reasonable, but the sightseers were few and far between. Unlike other countries, there weren't large scale riots occurring in England, but there was still a sense of tension spreading throughout the city.
"God's Right Seat, huh…?" Stiyl mumbled as he put a new cigarette between his lips.
According to Lidvia Lorenzetti, there were only 4 members and they each held the attributes of one of the four archangels.
"What do you think about what she said?" Agnese Sanctis spoke out of boredom as she exited the building next to him. "Is any of it even true? I never heard about anything like that while I was with the Roman Catholic Church. It could just be a lie meant to disturb us."
"I can't deny that possibility, but everything said in the interrogation room is magically recorded. That's what you're writing on the parchment. If we reanalyze that, we should be able to figure out how accurate it is."
"Of course, we can't be 100% sure," Stiyl added.
Stiyl thought as he spoke.
If Lidvia was telling the truth, "God's Right Seat" was both the name of a group within the depths of the Roman Catholic Church and, at the same time, was the name of their final objective.
(…The seat on the right side. It almost seems like a hint, but I'm not sure. I can't narrow it down enough yet. I guess I'll have to talk with them some more.)
Stiyl looked at Agnese's face.
"Maybe we should take a bit more of a break."
"No, I want to get this over with."
"I see," Stiyl briefly responded.
They then went back into the dark Tower of London.