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The man’s black hair and silver armor formed a strange harmony. His eyes drooped slightly at the corners, giving him an impression of kindness even when he was still. But I think I understood what Lord Osoi meant by ‘sallow.’ Even now he was smiling, but it was a mechanical, hollow smile.

‘Shall I try provoking him a bit?’

I poked Priest Nora in the side. He sprang forward as if on cue and began to act.

“Good day, Lord Urael. We received an anonymous tip that something strange is happening in the mausoleum, and behold—young novice priests are being...