Elizabeth smacked the back of Tibaut’s head. “You really are something!” She said, “To think you'd have the gall to talk down not only a Saint but the man who is the only reason you are standing here right now!”

The Saint held up his hands and motioned for Elizabeth to calm down. “It's okay, that guy was strong so it's not too surprising he'd think I was more impressive.”

(“This guy took him on…”) Tibaut thought. (“Then he's probably just as strong, isn't he? Is this really someone that could kill me with a single flick of the arm?”) Tibaut wondered as he stared at him. His simulated bouts against the bishop had left him humbled one thousand times over, so to stand next to someone who could match that monster was an indescribable experience.

“You're incredible,” Tibaut stated. Saint was the perfect title for the man standing in front of him. He’d be nothing less than a divine being if he could handle that man.

“Of course he is, he is a Saint after all,” Elizabeth answered, matter of factly. She sat down on Tibaut’s bed and pulled him down before examining his bony arm. “I'm more surprised this Bishop figure was able to escape in the first place.”

“Sigh I know. Even though I'm a Saint, his strength was honestly scary. I can't believe I let him escape, who knows the amount of trouble he'll cause now…” Yuri said before placing a hand on his head. His voice reeked of disappointment and it was obvious it was towards himself.

“N-no!”

“Saint Nichto!”

The pair answered.

It seemed both took issue with his words. They both looked at each other and Yuri sighed.

“(I really should stop that bad habit of mine.) I know, I saved a life and confirmed a major figure in that cult.” Yuri answered in a more commanding tone.

“Indeed, I really can't thank you enough for bringing him back to us from the state he was in after that battle.” She said as she looked towards Tibaut.

(“I think I'm starting to see it now.”) Tibaut thought as he looked into her eyes. (“Saint… she's one of those as well. But for some reason, she doesn't want it to be public knowledge. I'm guessing those Saints have the same healing magic she does, along with the increased strength.”)

While his answer was right, his methodology was far off.

“Oh, so that's how you healed me. Is it because you're a Saint?” Tibaut asked.

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Elizabeth gave him some side-eye, quickly deducing the gears turning in his head but remained quiet for the time being.

“I suppose so but the Saint you'd associate with healing is Gabriel's. Well, the Church of Gabriel is the state religion here, so I guess you mostly hear about them.”

“Them?” Tibaut asked. “Is there more than one?”

“Well, it depends.” He answered. “I heard there is more than one Saint of Michael currently but I haven't heard about a new Saint of Gabriel. I don't think there even is one, currently.”

Elizabeth kept a straight face and continued watching Tibaut.

“Huh? Wait a second, how many Saints are there?” Tibaut asked.

“About four, I think?” Yuri answered. “Though…”

“Tibaut, could you please stop wasting the Saint’s time on such basic questions? If you're that curious, I can answer them for you later.” Elizabeth interjected. “And Saint Nichto, I believed we had important business to attend to. Now isn't the time for such an important man like you to waste time on a man who's barely just woken up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. (Sigh, it's not often I get to talk to someone who doesn't know who I am… I honestly didn't mind explaining it to him, it sorta reminds me about how much of a big deal I am.)”

The two dejectedly answered.

“Wait, important business? Should I leave?” Tibaut asked.

“Of course not, we'd have already left if we didn't need you and it's nowhere near important enough to stay away from any unneeded ears listening,” Elizabeth answered, lifting up Tibaut’s shirt. She grimaced when she caught sight of his massive scar at his side. She'd seen it a few times after he was brought back but it was never any easier to look at.

“My lady, that bishop’s subordinate did a number on you.” She said softly. She rubbed her finger against it, with a pained expression on her face.

“Bishop's subordinate?” Tibaut asked, clearly lost. He didn't have any henchmen with him, did he? Did something happen after he passed out?

“How badly did you damage your head?” Elizabeth asked. “Did you forget everything after defeating Ezekiel? In fact, why don't you fill in the events for us yourself, there are a few details we're not sure about.”

“Like what?”

“Like what happened to Mr. Bentley. I can't imagine that old man didn't try his best to sneak away in the confusion.”

“... (Do they not know?)” He wondered.

Elizabeth and Yuri both noticed his silence, but before either could question this, Tibaut quickly broke it to ask a question.

“How long have I been out exactly?”

“Just a hair away from three weeks,” Elizabeth said with a sigh. She rubbed her forehead and pointed toward the window. (“If you didn't wake up by the end of the month, I was convinced I'd have to go back to my father to beg for his aid. And I can already imagine what he'd ask of me in return.”)

To Tibaut’s surprise, it was snowing outside.

“Jeez, you guys must have a lot of questions for me,” Tibaut remarked as he looked outside. He had lived in the southeast of the US for most of his life, so snow wasn't something he saw often in his past life. But it seemed no matter where he was in this world, he'd usually see it every year. Just like the strange creatures and magic, it became a sobering reminder of his new life.