Location: Liebus Agency
Place: Anaya City
Fiona stood quietly before the old wooden house hidden deep within the headquarters.
Seven hundred years had passed since the little house was built, yet time had never been allowed to touch it.. Every wooden plank, every handmade window, and stone surrounding the small cottage had been preserved exactly as they had been on the day Anaya had lived there. Sara had personally ensured that nothing inside this house would ever change.
No one was allowed to enter.
Not the captains.
Not the commanders.
Not even the agency's highest-ranking officers.
Only two people possessed the privilege to step inside whenever necessary.
The Holy Saint...
And Fiona.
Fiona slowly reached for the old wooden handle.
