The Cardinal's office in the Congregation of Doctrine and Faith remained lit late into the night.

Marcenus was at his desk, sifting through stacks of documents. For now, his focus shifted away from the papers.

He was waiting for a certain enigmatic nun.

Roman had suggested setting a trap, but Marcenus had a slightly different approach in mind. Before fabricating charges, he wanted to test Elise’s true intentions.

Even if she turned out to be an adversary, she could be a formidable ally if swayed to his side. Elise’s mysterious power would undoubtedly serve the greater cause.

This could be a waste of time or a tedious endeavor.

Still, Marcenus couldn’t shake the impression he’d gotten earlier that day. During their conversation, Elise’s eyes had mirrored his own—a gaze filled with skepticism toward the current state of affairs.

He didn’t know her identity or her plans, but he suspected they might share the same goal. He felt certain they could board the same ship.

Knock, knock.

Speak of the devil.

As soon as he thought of her, a guest had arrived.

Since he’d ordered no one else to disturb him tonight, there was only one person it could be.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Elise entered, still wearing her nun’s habit from earlier in the day.@@novelbin@@

“It seems you’ve made up your mind.”

“Well, more or less.”

Elise’s tone was noticeably more casual. Without waiting for permission, she flopped onto the sofa.

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