The Divine Power of Comprehensive Comics

There was nothing unusual about the weather.

It was a cloudless day in London this morning, but the city's weather changed every four hours, so there were many pedestrians carrying umbrellas on the road.

It's a sweltering day. London is known as the Fog City, and the weather's tendency to change easily is a problem that cannot be ignored in the summer.

Intermittent rainfall increases the humidity, which, combined with the Foehn wind phenomenon that has become more pronounced in recent years and summer heat waves, can create astonishing temperatures.

Therefore, this tourist attraction that looks pleasant on the outside also has shortcomings.

But for people like Steele, they had already taken the shortcomings into consideration when they first chose this city to live, so they didn't particularly mind.

What puzzled Steele was the girl walking beside him.

"The Supreme Bishop..."

"Huh? I specially chose such a simple outfit, so I don't want to use such a condescending title."

Wearing a simple beige monk's uniform, the girl, who looked to be about eighteen years old, spoke calmly and calmly in Japanese.

In fact, according to regulations, the clothing of clergy can only use the five colors of white, red, black, green, purple and decorative gold threads, so this girl actually violated the regulations secretly.

I'm afraid she is the only one who thinks that just wearing such clothes can make herself inconspicuous.

Because she has crystal white skin, clear blue eyes, and shiny golden hair that would not be surprising even if she were sold in a gem shop. No matter what the situation, she is incompatible with the people around her.

Her hair is surprisingly long. The vertical hair extended to the height of the ankles, then was folded up, then returned to the height of the back of the head, and then fixed with a huge silver hairpin, and then folded down again, until it hung down to near the waist.

In other words, the length of hair is almost 2.5 times the height.

In the morning in Lambeth District, there was the world-famous hustle and bustle, but around her, the sounds seemed to be muffled, as if she were in a solemn church where no noise was allowed.

The supreme bishop of the "Church of Necessary Evil", the 0th Holy Parish of Puritanism.

Laura Stewart.

The highest figure in Puritanism is the pope. Supreme Bishop Lola is equivalent to the Pope's close minister, and her duty is to... command the Puritan Church on behalf of the busy Pope.

The Puritan church is like an ancient stringed instrument.

In addition to the "owner", this instrument also has a "manager".

Using the analogy of a violin, no matter how good a violin is, if it is not used for a while, the strings will relax and the resonance chamber will become old, making the sound no longer beautiful.

Lola's job is to play on behalf of the master and keep the violin in perfect condition.

But, like the relationship between Canterbury Abbey and St. George's Cathedral, the nominal and substantive positions have now been reversed, and the real power lies in Laura's hands.

The supreme bishop, who wielded astonishing power, was walking leisurely on the streets in the early morning without a single guard by his side.

Steele and Laura are now walking towards St. George's Cathedral.

It was Laura who asked Steele to go to St. George's Cathedral at this time, and she should have been waiting for Steele's arrival in the cathedral...

"I also have my own home, but I'm not bound to that old church all year round."

Laura walked forward without making any noise.

"Walking and talking at the same time, wouldn't it be fun?"

There are office workers coming and going all around.

Because it is close to Waterloo Station, which is almost the largest station in London.

As far as nuns or priests are concerned, it is actually not unusual here. Although not as good as Rome, London has as many churches as parks.

"Whatever, I don't care. However, since you specially called me to the cathedral, you should talk about something that cannot be heard by outsiders, right?"

"You are such a small-minded man, why bother with such trivial things? Can't you share the strolling time with me?

Priests who listen to women's confessions may come across as frivolous, but why not be more open-minded? "

"..."

Steele wrinkled his face slightly and asked.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Why are you so reserved? Tell me."

"Why does your sentence structure sound so stupid?"

"...?"

The expression on the face of the Puritan Supreme Bishop was as if someone had discovered that he had buttoned his shirt wrong. He was stunned for a moment at first, then stopped completely, and then his whole face turned red and he said.

"Ah...eh...? Is it...very strange? Isn't that what Japanese is like?"

"Sorry, with all due respect, I don't quite understand what you are saying. It's an ancient saying, but it's not quite right."

The office workers in suits around her probably couldn't understand Japanese, but Laura felt that the noise around her had turned into snickers directed at her.

"Ah... ugh... my Japanese is the result of studying various literature and TV programs, and I even asked a real neon person for guidance..."

"... Then this person may be using holiday language to fool you. Fire this guy later... Oh no, be merciful and send him to Africa."

Steele suggested.

"Well, that makes sense."

Laura nodded.

"Anyway, let's go to the cathedral and talk in detail."

The two of them rounded the corner of the road. The neon restaurant at the corner is a restaurant that Kaori Kanzaki often visits in private.

"Why... why is it necessary to talk slowly and in detail! My Japanese is beyond discussion!"

"Forget it, let's continue speaking English."

"Before we get down to business..."

Laura took out two pieces of paper that looked like note papers and a black strange pen from the chest of the monk's uniform.

Steele, who was good at using rune cards, knew what they were for at a glance.

“Chirp chirp chirp~~”

Laura imitated the sound of the strange pen in her mouth and drew patterns on the paper.