"Mira?" Aldred asked.
Mira frowned when she saw the mothership. "Holy Cathedral. That is the Grand Holy Fleet! The Holy Montcresia has sent one of their naval fleets!"
"They mentioned your name. What will you do?"
Mira frowned. "I will talk to them."
Aldred nodded and gave her the communication crystal. "Believers from Montcresia, my name is Mira. I am grateful that you went out of your way to look for me, but I leave on my own accord. Please don't attack this fleet for I am not being captured."
"LIES!" the bishop of the Holy Cathedral replied. "They also took our hero candidate, Ivette. We have to rescue Sister Mira and Ivette."
Mira's face turned grim. "They don't seem to believe us."
"They believe you," Aldred said. "But they choose not to. Something is weird. What do they want from both you and Ivette?"