The wanderer's intrigue did rise, his wish to visit the cathedral aflame against his plans of the future.
'It's just a cathedral', he consoled himself.
He remembered a similar temple in Ashtrim. The one where Slin walked on its steps, daunted against the task he was assigned.
His mood dipped, browning over the unfair task Slin had. A simple one on paper, but a daunting one for the one to do it.
"Declare that the monarch of Kingdom of Riga is the chosen Sword of the Lady. He is her servant. He is her sword." The words as written in the decree declared by the monarch and passed on to all the cities, except Cleaving.
Slin showed it to the wanderer when he was in Ashtrim. The wanderer's bafflement then and now were of the same conclusion.
"It's just not right." He gritted his teeth together.
Rinet, however only heard the last word, "what's not right? Or is right?"
Shaking his head, the wanderer chipped back, "no, it's nothing. Just thinking to myself."
Rinet's coworker quipping gave a remark, "kid, right and wrong are not something that is in our hands. Work and work. Work until you could question that. Rinet, another hunter, I guess, came in attend his report."
Rinet scurried away. Neither he nor the wanderer had a remark to give.
The wanderer was free. He hadn't been told of a new job to do and his clerical work last night was explained a bit to be categorizing related. Which he did do, he wondered, "cathedral or a quest?"
Rinet's coworker answered his whisper, "quests obviously. We have plenty. And if you still want to go to the cathedral just look up a quest connected to that. It was afterall attacked the day before."
"It was? What happened?" The wanderer had an inkling he may get some answers.
"Ah, nothing much. Just a bunch of ragtag hooligans attacked the cathedral with flaming swords. They figured out a way to use them without melting the swords onto their hands", Rinet's coworker filed another report with a few labels sliding it into a pile.
He attacked a few packed letters. Precision and accuracy. These were the words that came to the wanderers.
He readjusted his brown overcoat, asking further, "uh, by the way, why are the bastion towers so far away even from the outskirts earthen wall?"
He expected a few answers and he had to make it show to this Rigac Assembly worker that he is interested in things and takes notice but is too clueless to even create a plan. 'A fool who can look', he had planned his upper disguise.
That's why he had taken his sweet time roaming the city in the day time yesterday. Then chose not to leave Rigac Assembly when he saw how packed it was in the night.
Rinet's coworker answered, "hmm, that, yeah, the outskirts have been planned to become outer city boroughs. This was brought as a change with the change in the city's name Rigac."
The coworker shook his head to his thoughts. The wanderer didn't understand to what thought it was to, but he expected he was part of the reason.
He was treading on a fine line. And this coworker wanted to have his life. It was apparent, the coworker was just getting up.
The wanderer had been in the meanwhile been looking at the closest quest issuers wall. A lot of the quests were about repairs. Specific, or general. None for something that was actually for an adventurer.
He picked up one about a play that needed some people in the cathedral. 'Simple and within the context of the recent conversation', nodding to his thoughts.
He showed it to the coworker. "Huh, that play has been wanting one since… what's today's date?" He looked up at the wanderer.
The wanderer replied, with no hesitation, "somewhere in Logckin, I think it's 14. Yes, 14 Logckin, 17,478." He nodded in affirmation. He still hadn't learned what was today's date, let alone for how long was he out since Master Rhai's home to the center of the grassland in a Cleaving's crafted wagon.
The coworker scrunched up his face slightly, "no, today's 17. How did you miss that?"
"Travel fatigue I think. Thanks for clarifying." The wanderer smiled.
The coworker shaking his head, "just don't screw yourself over and get caught by a Skyact Guard or Tribulations Squadron."
Nodding to the coworker's warnings, he left to across the street Rigac Cathedral.
A massive church made for the Lady of Repentance, also known as The Repenter's Cathedral.
The double door in front was massive. Made not just for normal humans, but even four storied buildings were smaller than that.
He knocked on the massive doors. It opened in its entirety, welcoming him.
The boy in the brown overcoat was nervous yet affirmed his emotions and stepped in. A priest standing near the centre of the church smiled at the boy, 'has a lean towards learning, but clouds have favoured his steps.'
Affirmed of his understanding of the boy, the priest walked forward to greet him a little more gently. She knew the double doors shatters people's perspective everytime they enter the cathedral.
It was meant for that. To break their shackles, give them a moment to realise that the ignorance they have coddled themselves in is of their own creation. The Lady wishes for her followers to surpass her.
The wanderer's hesitation hadn't been overcome by his few wonderings he had tried to initiate. Trying to make himself think of something more different.
Every thought of his was of the cathedral.
'Why wasn't the door damaged?'
'How did the ragtag hooligans even caused a few attacked here? To this magnificent place.'
'Why is the monarch so fixated on being called the Sword of the Lady?'
The priest broke his wonderings, as the wanderer came to a halt to a response his ears caught, "May the Lady service you."
It was an odd saying. For the wanderer had heard it before with Slin in the Ashtrim's church of The Repenter.
But to listen it, to see it's effect truly. He was astonished at how easily, the thoughts were broken apart, and a single response from the priest remained in the wanderer's mind.
The wanderer was compelled. No, he felt relieved to relay his thoughts.
The first words out of his mouth were ones he didn't wish to say before he had entered the cathedral.
But the cathedral didn't demand a word from him. It just stood to service his heart, his thoughts, and his soul.
A single sentence was said.
"What does it mean to be The Sword of The Lady?"
This wasn't the reason the wanderer was here. He had a reason. It was in his hand. And he could raise it to point out the reason, nothing was stopping him. Not even his own body, yet he felt it a silence within that asked 'ask the questions you wish.'
And he asked the second sentence, a second question.
"What does it mean to be a Servant of The Repenter?"
The wanderer wasn't horrified, not now, not when he was asking. Maybe he would be when he stepped outside, maybe a few moments later. Yet at this moment this was what he wanted to say.
What he wanted the answer to.
There were a few people in the cathedral. They were out of earshot. Maybe one of them was a guard, another an informant of a local ragtag resistance.
Was the resistance right in their fight? Maybe it could be decided by the views of the leader.
Were the guards always right following every tasks and orders? Maybe that could be solved using viewing every humanitarian effort the kingdom had performed.
But in this cathedral even the most violent person would be compelled not to lower the sword but to halt the action they chose to perform with it.
The priest knew of it. The priest was well aware behind the machinations of the cathedral. And yet she was also sure that the boy's questions were not so that the people in the cathedral would be carried away just for listening on indirect blasphemy that may occur.
The priest answered the boy in the brown overcoat with pale blue eyes, with a simple start.
"The Lady of Repentance herself is a Servant. She is the Servant and Daughter of the Master of the Realms."
The wanderer felt as if his world was crashing, he didn't know of these facts. He had only heard Slin proselytizing of the Monarch's deeds to claim he is the Sword of the Lady. The church in Ashtrim hadn't obstructed in that path, only a few disciples and nuns objected heavily.
Everyone else the main priest and his main staff didn't reject it. They said they'll do what they can for Ashtrim. A simple sentence. Maybe a powerful one, for they never clarified which Ashtrim.
And the priest in front of the wanderer, she saw the boy, the wanderer slowly settling down in one of the nearby pews. For her, the boy was a child of The Lady, and for the wanderer, the priest was a servant of the Lady.