One hundred and forty-five: Conversation (1)

"Lord Gaiate, you've been gone quite a long time this trip."

Noticing the Demon Hunter entering the hall, Colin couldn't help but comment—indeed, without realizing it, Lord Gaiate's children had already been living in the Church for over two years.

What an incompetent father indeed.

"Sorry, I went to the North of the continent, how's your mentor doing?" Gaiate asked while unbuckling his weapon belt, handing it, along with his firearm, and the sword he removed from his back to the Church guards.

"The mentor is all right, although his body becomes weaker day by day, but he is still a former Grand Inquisitor with a Transcendent foundation, after all." Colin raised his eyebrows before noticing the new scars on Gaiate's chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. "New wounds?"

"Yes, I was accidentally caught up in the Pitzport incident while following up on some clues. I nearly died there."