Priscia sat in her seat, clutching her throbbing head.
It had already been two weeks since she arrived in Labyrinth to search for traces of the Saintess.
Even for a large city, this was more than enough time for some clues to be found, but the order had discovered absolutely nothing during that time.
'How can this be?'
'Well, it's because there are so many people in this city....'
'Even so...!'
The priests of the order each roamed the city collecting rumors, but there was no significant harvest. It wasn't that they couldn't gather any rumors, but rather that there were far too many strange ones.
In an ordinary city, the actions of someone as significant as a Saintess would naturally stand out. However, because this place was full of mercenaries, exaggerated stories that could bury even the rumors of a Saintess were overflowing.
Priscia randomly pulled a document from the pile the priests had gathered.
