A golden pagoda with white exterior walls. Three big and ornate buildings like palaces were situated on the hills of Rolling. They were in harmony with the forest and landscape. There was a small waterfall behind each building. A golden statue of Rebecca rose in the center.0

This place where wealth and beauty was concentrated was the center of the Rebecca Church, the most important religion on the continent. This was the Vatican. 0

"Isabel-chan!”0

Damian returned to the Vatican and sought out Isabel. It was to check her status.0

"...”0

Isabel's health hadn’t improved. No, it was worse. She seemed to have completely lost her hearing and vision. There was no reaction when he called from right beside her.0

“Cough! Cough!”0

She coughed up blood. The crumbly platinum hair was pulled off with a single touch, and the skin was pulled tightly over her skull. Isabel sat on a shabby bed like a doll without a soul.0

Damian’s eyes crumbled at the sight.0

“Dammit... Why is this room always cold…?”0

“You came.”0

A priest with a faint presence...0