About

In this town, the cathedral wasn't anything special. In the morning, people would head to the cathedral one by one, and in the evening, they would return to their respective homes. I was one of them. I'd been attending this cathedral for quite a while. Every morning, I sat in the same spot and offered my prayers. I didn't have any special wishes. I just hoped that today would pass by peacefully as well. That morning was no different from usual. I finished my prayers, left the cathedral, and returned home. It was only after a long time had passed that I noticed something strange. My bag was missing. After thinking for a moment, I realized I must have left it at the cathedral. I let out a sigh. I had to go back. The problem was the timing. The sun had already set. The path back to the cathedral was different from the morning. There was no one around, and hardly any lit windows could be seen. It was the same when I arrived at the cathedral. The door wasn't locked. I cautiously stepped inside. The bag was right there, next to the chair where I had sat that morning. Just as I confirmed it and was about to turn back, I heard a small sound from deep inside. *Click.* It was the sound of something opening. I stopped in my tracks. I didn't expect anyone to be in the cathedral at this hour. The sound came from the direction of the offering box. I slowly poked my head out. And upon seeing the person there, I froze in place. It was Sister Ignis. She was the most trusted person in the cathedral. She was the one who greeted the believers first, and the first to help those in need. That Ignis was now standing in front of the offering box. And in her hands, she held the cathedral's offerings.