“Yes, let’s talk.”

Greta stepped out of the carriage.

That evening, after finishing the meal, Benjamin, looking melancholic, looked around at everyone sipping their tea and said,

“We need to go to MidAndello.”

“…What? MidAndello?”

The surprised one was Yurisien. MidAndello was where the Guisian temple was located. Why would they go back to the place where Greta had caused a disaster? Puzzled, Yurisien looked at Benjamin, who pulled his chin up and said,

“It might not have collapsed.”

Benjamin’s eyes shifted slightly towards Jorge. It seemed to be related to the conversation they had before dinner. Jorge cleared his throat.

“Katacombs are where the relics and saints for the afterlife are stored. It’s sturdy, and not well known externally. Even if they planted spies in Guisian, they wouldn’t know the details. The path and location to the Catacombs have been passed down only to the popes for generations.”

“So Catacombs might still be safe.”

“Yes. With many relics in the Catacombs, many ancient manuscripts about the era would remain. They may not detail how to resist Heaven’s Bridge or suppress the undead, but they would contain methods to purify magic and forbidden black magic.”

Jorge asserted confidently in response to Yurisien’s words. It seemed to carry a degree of expectation.

“So, I plan to go there. If there’s anything documented, it would be good to base our research on.”

Mitchell agreed with Benjamin’s words. Creating something out of nothing was much faster than basing progress on ancestral wisdom.

“But it’s too dangerous. Where even is it?”

Yurisien, with an anxious expression, clenched the napkin on her knees.

“In addition to piercing through the undead, the path to MidAndello is also perilous. It’s known for its strong sinister energy, and the sacred laws of Heaven’s Bridge may not apply there.”
In the worst-case scenario, you might have to move only as far as the Holy Law allows and then walk on foot. It could be as dangerous as bringing the Pope, who had been hiding nearby and sheltering, to Windsor’s townhouse secretly, which was incomparable to anything.

“But it’s worth trying, Yurisien. Even I didn’t know there were Catacombs under the Guisian temple. The same goes for Mitchell and Ivan.”

Afterward, Mitchell and Ivan reportedly briefly investigated the vicinity to verify Jorge’s words. Although the magicians who used magic to detect were exhausted due to the overwhelming number of undead, following Jorge’s advice, they investigated.

“Lady, there really were Catacombs.”

“I don’t know if it’s really Catacombs. The Pope under the command of Heaven’s Bridge muttered some spell, revealing a glimpse, then covered it up again.”

Mitchell supplemented Ivan’s words. Ivan shrugged his shoulders.

“But judging by my instincts, it doesn’t seem like the Pope under Heaven’s Bridge is trying to trap us.”

Of course, everyone present knew that Ivan’s ‘instinct’ mentioned here was not just intuition. It seemed that, as soon as Jorge mentioned the Catacombs, Ivan meticulously investigated whether he was the ‘real Pope’ or not. The king of mice, who was with Ivan, nodded in agreement. A joint effort of a cat and a mouse was trustworthy. Still hesitating, Yurisien received a push from Benjamin.

“If the Catacombs, which even my confident Cophelador didn’t know about, are intact… and if we can investigate the manuscripts stored there, there is no more hopeful news than this.”

Just as she always reluctantly believed Benjamin’s words, this time he asked her to believe him again.