The guard took the paper Miss Hero handed over and read it carefully.
The neat handwriting on the paper and the good cooperation from the young girl made him feel as if a spring breeze had swept through his heart, not noticing at all that the hero had not spoken.
After reading the note, he gave the hero a once-over and noticed the Gleaming Scale Serpent at her feet.
The Gleaming Scale Serpent straightened up, the stigmata engraved by the cruising bishop gleaming on its scales.
"I see, I understand now."
[The guard's attitude was a Critical Success!]
The guard turned his head and shouted to his colleague.
"Hey, bring a map for this distinguished lady!"
"Ah, are you sure about that? It's for internal use..." his colleague whispered.
He sneaked a glance at the hero, seemingly understanding why the guard on duty was so proactive.
"What kind of look is that? Of course it's fine, she's the church's hero. Didn't you see the stigmata on that familiar?"
