The second one, probably around my age, though not as handsome as me (let's say he isn't), is an old man who's good at preserving himself (a damn handsome corpse). His name is Luka "The Shameless" Tifero, our Church of the Dawn's (the only surviving) former Pope, and one of my few old friends.
Long ago, Tifero and I made a promise that if either of us returned to the embrace of the Goddess first (he boastfully claimed then that the Goddess wouldn't embrace us), the other must come to see him before the deceased is buried, regardless of where he is or what he's doing, even if he's in the middle of a duel with the Dark Night Sect's Pope.
Ha, this was actually a trap I, your teacher, set, because I knew that no matter how fortunate I was, I would eventually outlive that scoundrel who had nearly touched that domain... Sigh, it's pointless to say so much.
