While leisurely walking through the lush forest, your eyes catch sight of a sleek black feline picking Camelia flowers from the ground. You approach the cat with a tender touch on its shoulder, seeking its attention.

"Hm? What do you want?" In a low tone, he uttered those words while looking at you with a lifeless gaze.

You have a feeling he was one of the old bishops that was slain by the Lamb, but part of that feeling was telling you he was an ordinary person.