"What do I need to do?"
Faced with the nun’s earnest request, Ronald no longer asked questions haphazardly but directly advanced the conversation to the next step.
"Do you also have plans to retrieve the Saint’s relic?"
"Yes," the nun nodded and imdiately began to explain:
"I myself do not possess significant combat abilities, so it was preferable to stay in the church area today. This made it a viable option to directly pursue the retrieval of the Saint’s relic."
"..."
Not skilled in combat, but very adept at tracking.
Even capable of locating those enemies who had stolen Saint Catherine’s sword.
If everything had gone as usual today, the nun, with only her tracking ability, would naturally be powerless in the face of the current situation. According to her description, seeking help from other church mbers or even the investigative bureau, would not provide assistance from an original holder of combat capabilities.
The situation would naturally lose any hope of resolution.
However, it was Ronald’s presence that changed the variables today.
The enemies had tid their arrival perfectly, calculated their environnt, and made corresponding preparations and backups.
Unfortunately, things often do not go as one wishes.
Those who prepared today’s actions encountered such an unexpected event.
Considering this, Ronald imdiately asked:
"Should we not delay further, shall we go now?"
The nun shook her head:
"Before that, I need to change my clothes."
"..."
The nun was quick to change her clothes.
Taking Ronald back to the Sanctuary Monastery, it took her less than three minutes to switch from her robe to common civilian clothes worn in town and walk out.
The nun had her own thoughts.
Considering that the church personnel’s attire might attract enemy attention, she chose to change into this outfit.
Next, the two left the monastery and continued toward the church district outside.
As soon as they walked past the police-cordoned area, before Ronald could take action, the nun actively stopped a roadside horse-drawn carriage.
She appeared very cautious.
Though a church-provided special carriage was available not far away, she opted for the most inconspicuous, a rented carriage.
The retrieval of the Saint’s relic was crucial to her.
Being cautious was the most basic requirent.
The two boarded the carriage, and the nun imdiately instructed the driver:
"Sir, take us to the riverbanks area, near Burrough Bridge."
"Yes, ma’am."
The driver started the carriage.
Hearing the place na ntioned by the nun, Ronald couldn’t help but ask with notable concern:
"This location... Are the thieves currently in the riverbanks area, near Burrough Bridge?"
"They should be." The nun nodded, her gaze firmly fixed on the direction the carriage was heading, her tone more certain than the aning of her words.
However, her voice dissolved atop the carriage.
Sitting beside her, Ronald could no longer remain calm.
As a common citizen living in the riverbank area, he knew this district far better than other areas.
Burrough Bridge, Con Bridge.
These two bridges, one at each end of the riverbank area, spanned the Wis River at opposite edges and ford a crucial transport route in Springs.
Moreover, when Ronald first pursued the mbers of the "Original Witch Society," he had crossed that very bridge.
"In other words," Ronald thought, "the person who stole the Sword of Saint Catherine is near the Oak Theater!"
Entrode’s secret Spell... stealing the Saint’s legacy... a well-inford enemy...
A premonition suddenly arose in Ronald’s mind.
Could the person who stole the Sword of Saint Catherine be related to Heloise?
And this ti, it was different from before.
If it were a treasure like the Sword of Saint Catherine, Ronald wouldn’t expect Heloise to return it as decisively as she did with the Blue Kite Flower.
This ti...
Could it be that so sort of love-hate scenario was going to unfold?
A complex turmoil of thoughts occupied Ronald, but the nun by his side wasn’t paying attention to him.
From ti to ti, she confird the location of the Saint’s legacy through the Spell.
In her spare ti, she continued to explain to Ronald:
"The position I’m certain of isn’t actually the enemy, but a mark our church has placed within the Saint’s legacy. As long as these people don’t discover and remove this mark, I won’t lose the correct location."
"Couldn’t this mark be moved or destroyed?" Ronald asked.
"Of course it could," the nun admitted straightforwardly.
"Our mark isn’t perfect, naturally, there exist things in the world that can destroy or interfere with it. However, considering this, besides tracking, this mark has the highest degree of feedback capability. Any tampering or shifting of the mark will be imdiately noticeable to ."
"I see."
Ronald nodded thoughtfully.
And then, in that mont, a soft, gentle female voice that he hadn’t heard in a long ti spoke in his ear.
The noble and holy voice hadn’t changed at all.
"From one end of the cross to the other, from the base to the pinnacle,
Specks of light shift brilliantly, eting and moving on to emit a brighter glow.
In the mortal realm as well,
Sotis, shadows flit through slits of light;
Particles of varying lengths, either straight or diagonal, appear,
moving and shifting in the light, their speed varying.
Humans use cunning and talent to create shadows for protection until they master it.
..."
Smoothly riding in the cab, Ronald understood the requirents of the "Fire Star Trial."
— Otherworldly force, cross illumination.
So now, his situation t the requirents of the "Fire Star Trial"...
Ronald fell silent.
Compared to the previous Trials of Heaven, the content of the Fire Star Trial was sowhat subtle.
What did ’otherworldly force, cross illumination’ an?
Rather than stating the requirents of a trial, this phrase seed more like a description of a scene, without any specific details of the trial.
"..."
Soon, Ronald moved past his pondering.
If the literal aning didn’t help, then he would approach it from a practical perspective.
In the previous four trials, each was activated after he encountered a specific event, and the trial goals were always related to the environnt at that ti. So for this Fire Star Trial, he just needed to faithfully follow the church nun and intervene at the right mont.
No matter how absurd.
This trial surely wouldn’t require him to surrender as soon as he saw the enemy, right?
The riverbank area was adjacent to the church district.
So, not long after leaving the church district, the cab quickly brought the two to Burrough Street.
At that very mont, behind them was the busy entrance of the Oak Theater.
And not far ahead of them was the north-facing entrance of Brooke Bridge.
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