In the evening, the sunset was as crimson as blood, radiant yet laden with a peculiar undertone.
Standing where Gray was, that streak of sunset exactly shrouded the small town.
A white dove with golden trim at the edge of its wings soared into the sky from Buck Town, heading northeast at a speed that could rival Catherine's.
"He's notifying the Church. That's a messenger pigeon we specially trained for them, its speed is many times that of a typical pigeon. They should take action soon."
"What kind of action?" Gray asked.
"I don't know," Catherine replied helplessly. "Things are becoming more and more complicated. Regarding your matters, the Holy Spirit has already stated they won't intervene. So, for many actions, they don't even need to inform us."
"Then can we also take action against them without informing the Holy Spirit?"
