On the way to the Church of the Forgotten, nothing happened. Apart from encountering the police twice and a carriage transporting victims of the Petrified Plague, only Shard and Ciris's idle talk filled those empty moments.
The ancient church, even after initial repairs over the past two months, still retained its relatively dilapidated appearance. Nowadays, Shard couldn't count how many times he had passed through here, traveling between his house and this Southern Nation city.
After entering the main hall of the church, Ciris walked a step ahead of Shard. As they walked along the carpeted path between the pews, through the sunlight streaming in through the broken roof, the golden-haired girl stopped beside her father's corpse.
Shard knew her thoughts were complex at this moment, undoubtedly contemplating many things, so he remained silent, quietly waiting.
Ciris didn't stay silent for long and suddenly said:
"After this matter ends, let's move this stone statue away."
