192. Elysia Richfield

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"Hmm, it's really old, about ten years, I think," the old man said, examining the address. He seemed to recognize the street name mentioned.

"Huh, did you recognize it then?" Archbishop asked, feeling hopeful at the old man's reaction.

"But that street seems to have had an accident ten years ago. After that, it was renovated and completely changed," the old man's reply made Archbishop's face fall.

"What... what exactly happened back then that whole street got ruined?" the Archbishop asked, sensing something didn't add up.

"Hmm, I don't remember all the details, it's been a decade, but I recall there was some kind of fire," the old man replied, his face deep in thought.

The Archbishop furrowed his brow, pondering, 'How could a mere fire reduce the street to rubble? And there should have been a Bishop present; fire shouldn't have been any big deal for him. So, how exactly...?'

Despite his inquiries, the old man didn't have any further information. Frustrated, the Archbisho