'There is no need to be so wary of this person,' Ivan reasoned, forcing his tense muscles to relax. 'Saint Angouleme must surely be nearby. He would have intervened if this was a trap.' The logic was sound enough to quell the immediate sense of danger. He slowly lowered his crimson blade, though he did not dismiss it entirely, and eased himself out of the defensive stance.
"How can we help them?" Ivan asked, his voice steady despite the bizarre circumstances. "And why are you restricted?"
"I am part of the Liberation Force, and I cannot act in this region," the Grimm Reaper explained, its voice a discordant symphony of shrill tones. "But you, you have been recognised as an ally to the church and have been granted a pseudo-permit. This allows you to briefly become a citizen for a limited duration, granting you freedom of action."
"How come I don't know about this?" Ivan countered, a frown creasing his brow beneath his helmet.
