It was midday. A Greek temple was standing magnificent at the sunlight, white, beautiful and complete since the Ancient Times. Oliver could notice a staircase behind him and an entrance with pillars at the front, located behind two wings on each side.

Suddenly, there was the sound of heeled footsteps. Saga came out of said entrance with a tired expression on his face as he was rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips. Then... he looked at the boy before him... and took him a moment to process his thoughts just to realize it was Oliver. The Saint's emerald eyes widened for a couple of seconds and he frowned upset.

"Oliver."