“She can come back, but she chose to stay?!” In his humble bedroom, Archbishop Silternjan received Sheldon’s transmission and replayed it several times just to make sure he is not yet demented.
‘In the name of The Almighty, Sheldon, don’t you dare send a message to avoid direct communication!’ Archbishop Silternjan sent back, but alas, mediating between the church and Zax for Sister Iaura was not his problem anymore.
‘Oh, what am I supposed to do now?’ Archbishop Silternjan inwardly wailed. Looking up to the ceiling and through it to the blue sky, he prayed to The Almighty for mercy. ‘She must return before then…!’
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Roughly two and a half months later… The long awaited day arrived.
“Remember that you must contact us at least once a week!”
“Don’t eat whatever you find. Even Deformed
