~Emerald Sonata Works~


Canadian Magic Cleric,
Victoria Redgrail


"Religion does not mean freedom. It is the pursuit of Religion and searching for one's Faith that brings true freedom and happiness to the individual. It is our duty as Magic Clerics to ensure no Heathens destroy this simple pursuit for happiness."

~Lady Sphinx~
[Chief Holy Supervisor of the Canadian Collection of Churches]

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"One, two, three, four…One, two, three, four."

"Ahem. Please stop counting to calm yourself down from something like stage fright. Here are the mission parameters."

In the far edges of Canada, let us say around the border between Montreal and Ontario, there was a red nun sitting inside a military grade search and rescue helicopter.

The girl could be described as sticking out a sore thumb, why? Two reasons.

One, she was a nun sitting in a military grade search and rescue chopper.

Two, she was wearing crimson nun robes inside that military grade search and rescue helicopter.

And if you add her hair being a pale blond color that resembled a candlewick, she kind of gave the impression of a red wax candle.

The red nun's name was-

"Victoria Redgrail, are you listening?"

"Roger. Roger."

"Please don't confirm the message sounding like a robot from a science fiction film, it's unsettling."

The red nun put on a frown and slammed her hand into the side of her face, as if trying to strike a mosquito. Rather, she was aiming for a small earpiece that was clinging to inside her ear.

A Greentooth Wireless receiver.

"G-gubyaaah! I-I may not be physically feel that attack, the knock back noise from the collision still hurts my ear!"

"Not my problem."

The one the red nun was talking to via wireless headset in the military grade search and rescue helicopter, was the voice of a young girl.

It carried the delicate sound of a wavering ocean, somehow giving a sense that it was the light of hope in the end of a dark tunnel.

The operator to this red nun was named Petra Oceanlight.

"Here is the mission content. Your target is Pierro Sanguinus. 24 years old, currently on the run from the Ontario Presbyterian Church."

"Charges?"

"Acting against his religious order and turning to Catholic."

"What basis?"

"Hmm. The intelligence reports state that Pierro was somehow affected by the teachings of Catholicism during a religious convention in at the Ontario Conference Center. At the time, he was the representative of the Ontario Presbyterian Churches. Based on the data, it seemed the day of such event was the starting point of Pierro's sudden conversion from his representing faith."

"…10…20…30…40…50…"

"Are you even paying attention?"