Once again, in the pastel cream, marble halls within the central cathedral, beholdent to The Church's will, Vergilou exited a room with a small box in hand. Having relinquished the task of carrying the infux mana converter back to the Morilore legion, in favour of collecting the much lighter object that would serve as Inkaro and Lizu's payment, Vergilou didn't know whether he should sigh from relief or exhaustion. Even if the mana-made girls didn't do it intentionally, Vergilou found the Morilore legion hard to adjust to; although, to the cardinal at least, the many Morilores were certainly something he could get acclimated to. In his opinion, they were by far more tolerable than a certain reincarnator who'd decided to tag along on his travel to the pope's office.

  "Say, cardi-man, what's up with the dooda here?" Myendi asked playfully while boldly staring down the infux mana converter in the Morilore's small hands, much to Xythio's annoyance. However, that annoyance of his was somewhat mitigated by the Morilores' mere presence. He found it odd. What were creations of Inkaro doing with Vergilou?

  But no matter how he framed it in his mind, nothing clicked, other than that Inkaro and Lizu were seemingly involved in the device's creation. Nonsense, he thought. The teen shook his head, denying his own proposition.

  "It's an X-grade weapon with the power to wipeout an entire continent," the cloaked and short woman said with vexatious teasingness, speaking with her contrastingly exhausted and energetic voice like always. However, instead of the reaction the short woman had anticipated from the mana-made beings, the cloaked woman was met by a suffocating force in the form of multiple unamused Morilores pulling at her cloak, doing so until it snapped and crumbled into mana(wavy energy) particles.

  With her cover taken from her, the now no longer cloaked woman couldn't keep herself from lightly 'eeping' at being exposed.

  [Inazetta is short, kid-sized, light tanned, nine-year-old-looking humanoid that resembles a human for the most part; she has super long, ash white hair that makes up seventy percent of her total hair colour. Ten percent is azure blue hair, and the last twenty percent was a rainbow-coloured gradient. She has rosebud-shaped pigtails. Rainbow gradient eyes with ring-shaped pupils. And, six, thin, one-and-a-half feet long, butterfly-shaped wings made of mana(wavy energy) that have the same colouration as her hair]

  [Inazetta is wearing an oversized, fuzzy dark grey hoodie with a rotated square-shaped hole on the back. A pale golden leotard with a circle-shaped hole in the back. And, golden getas with a wood-like wave pattern inscribed into them]

  "It is not a weapon," one of the Morilores grumbled defiantly, her anger only matched by her fellow Morilores, who shared in the disdain for how Inkaro and Lizu's handywork had been referred to as. Before the mana-winged individual could mount a response or even a cheeky giggle, the Morilores' dismay was met by a jolly chuckle, hitting the lot with enough emotional whiplash to force a logic reset.

  "To us perhaps, but to a monster, it certainly can be interpreted that way; and I must say, this lot have made you quite the talk of the cathedral, Cardinal Vergilou," a jolly, if somewhat elder-sounding, male voiced as he strolled his way up to the gathering of Morilores in particular, finding them a freshing change from the church goers' constant decorum. The Morilore's heads swivelled towards the owner of the voice in a unified turn, while Vergilou professionally bowed. Inazetta remained practically unfazed by the pope guy's presence. If anything, the mana-winged girl outright ignored him.

  [Pope O. Dowleunar is a slightly tall, lightly tanned, fifty-seven-year-old humalian anokrubine adult male; he has short curly grey hair. A long, fluffy, curly grey beard that's tied at the end by a platinum-coloured ribbon. Teal eyes. thin platinum plating on his body(ring-shaped ones around his wrists and ankles, and platinum plating around the borders of his ears). Platinum finger nails. And, two thin, large platinum horns protruding from each side of his head]

  [Pope Dowleunar is wearing black, refined pope robes with platinum outlines and detailing]

  "Pope Dowleunar, my apologies for my meandering on getting the replacement infux mana converter," Vergilou said politely as he handed the small box to one of the Morilores. The lot of them were pleased, proceeded by them returning the infux mana converter to the cardinal before all the mana-made girls disappeared, little box included.

  Although a little saddened by the abrupt departure of the amusing guests, Pope Dowleunar softly waved his hand to Vergilou, sporting a contented expression as he decided on addressing his present cardinal's statement: "There is no need for apologies. Those two contacts of yours must have their hands full; so, expecting some projects ahead of our own is to be expected, is it not?"

  Putting the mention of two unnamed contacts and the Morilores' prior presence, Xythio slumped his head heavily, reluctantly realising Inkaro and Lizu were most certainly the creators of such an outlandish device. Myendi puffed up her cheeks, ticked off at seeing something had disheartened Xythio without her involvement. Xythio could only clasp a single hand against his forehead to comfort himself, figuring any verbal expression could lead to exposing Inkaro and Lizu's identities if Myendi wasn't careful.

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  Luckily for him, Myendi wouldn't get the chance to accidentally or more likely intentionally expose the unnamed contacts to be their classmates when someone else broke into the conversation; a saint hurried her way over to the pope, functionally out of breath as she imparted the news that it is now safe to replace the current infux mana converter with the new one.

  So knowing there was an actual timer for them now, Pope Dowleunar lightly sighed, figuring that seeing to why Inazetta was at the central cathedral should be pushed to a later time.

  Bidding the reincarnated duo and Inazetta farewell, Pope Dowleunar and Cardinal Vergilou departed for somewhere else within the central cathedral, leaving Xythio to deal with Myendi and Inazetta's impending nonsense on his own. Such an incident was instantly proven to be true when Myendi leaned towards Xythio, causing the guy to groan deeply as if he'd been struck in the gut by a tungsten bowling ball.

  "Say, what's an infux?" Myendi whispered to Xythio as the duo watched the two high-profile clergymen walk off, and the mana-winged girl fly circles around the reincarnated duo. Myendi's question was met by playful giggling as the being whose existence was much closer to a certain body snatcher fluttered her way up into the duo's line of sight. Making sure to plant her fists on her hips for extra effect and show how serious she was intending to come across to them as, Inazetta decided to grace Myendi with a proper explanation this time around.

  "It's a Interdimentional Noneuclidean Fractal Ultra Xenonita Mana Converter, or Influx Mana Converter for short," Inazetta explained excitedly, not wasting a second to insert herself back into the conversation now that the two no-nonsense mortals were out of the picture. Myendi frowned, almost leering even, at the mana-winged individual.

  "Usually when someone gives an explanation, they do more than say it's dull and full legal name," Myendi murmured disapprovingly and disparagingly, while puffing up her cheeks in a pout as she was oh-so rudely reminded of the college life she had to endure in her previous life on Earth. She shuddered at the thought of dumb business classes that she'd been forced to attend for credit.

  Inazetta matched Myendi's pout, down to the bone, seemingly not appreciative of the snarky quip.

  "Hey! You asked for the what, not the how. Hmph, is being snarky to me how you repay me for reincarnating you?" Inazetta stated passionately, in a defensive sort of way, although her increasingly apparent giggling that interspersed between her words made it hard to believe she was actually offended by Myendi's retort. "Besides, the name is fairly self-explanatory for what the device of your classmates created, wouldn't you agree, Xythio?"

  "I doubt she'd be able to interu...." Xythio's words trailed off as Inazetta's mention of his classmates dawned on him. Such a revelation made worse by the newfound proximity Inazetta had positions face in front of Xythio, whilst sporting a wickly playful smirk empowered by the purest form of mischievousness.

  "So, you one of you be a dear, and spill the beans on who [Forbidden] and [Forbidden] are residing with?" Inazetta requested playfully.

  And given how her mouth moved when saying those names, she was certainly putting on an over-the-top accent, probably. However, such words and their accented flair wouldn't be conveyed to the duo, not in the slightest. After all, only a stigmai could unconditionally hear the true names of other stigmai, not that Inazetta rather much cared, outside of it ruining her attempt to tease the duo by using their respective accents from their previous lives.

  When no names came out of Inazetta's mouth, where they could infer what was meant to have, Xythio and Myendi silently side-eyed each other, followed by Myendi sharply shrugging and speaking her mind: "Yeah... I totally understood who you're talking about."

  Inazetta instantly sighed at the sassy remark.

  "Ah, right... you can't audibly perceive Stigmai names... hmmm," Inazetta murmured softly, so not to say anything in a harsh way. Thinking deeply, Inazetta hummed and hawwed over how to rephrase her question so it doesn't seem like her question isn't targeted on the duo's classmates and on the stigmai: "Have any of your classmates been graced by the presence of a stigmai or have been blessed... or cursed to hold a stigma?"

  "It would be easy to say who hasn't in our class's case," Xythio retorted bluntly, leading Myendi to snicker softly as Inazetta almost dislocated her shoulders from how heavy she slumped them at the tone of voice Xythio hit her with.

  It hurt Inazetta's little heart. Hurt ever much so to know he could use such a collection of vocal tones against her, Inazetta wanted to fake cry to make Xythio feel bad for her.

  It would appear Inazetta would need to rethink her approach, should she truly want to not outright ask for the duo to simply dox Inkaro and Lizu. Doing so would ruin her credibility with her cohorts. A task made infinitely harder by Myendi continually asking Inazetta to explain what the infux mana converter is intended for. Myendi was relentless, to the pointthat Inazetta couldn't muster enough processing power to think anything close to coherent thought. The kid-looking woman rubbed her temples, dreading that stalking the Morilore's mana trail might be her only course of action to locate the runaway stigmai that Kaluso asked her to track down.