Lilia's POV
I pushed the door open and stepped into the office belonging to the Church's Highest Order. The place had that usual suffocating quiet that most church buildings seemed to have, like the walls themselves were trying to keep every sound trapped inside. Shelves lined with thick books stood along the walls, and a faint smell of old paper and candle wax hung in the air.
Sitting behind the desk was the man I had come for.
An old priest.
One of the same priests who had been involved in the ritual conducted by the administrators decades ago.
I walked a few steps into the room and stopped right in front of his desk.
No reason to drag things out.
"The Princess asked me to deliver a message," I said plainly.
He looked up at me with tired eyes, clearly not expecting someone like me to just stroll into his office unannounced.
