"We're here."
As the only one in the three-person team who could drive, Leonard had taken on the task of handling the two-wheeled carriage. After three hours traveling along country roads, the Nighthawks finally arrived at Morse Town.
Hearing Leonard call from outside, Klein pushed open the door and stepped down. Looking at the golden wheat fields before him, he could not help but sigh.
"It's harvest season. So beautiful..."
Leonard set down the whip, jumped from the driver's seat, dusted off his trench coat, and stood beside Klein. His emerald green eyes swept across the endless fields as he took a deep breath, as though preparing to recite an impromptu poem suited to the scene.
But in the end, he only managed one sentence:
"So beautiful..."
"Poor acting, Mr. Midnight Poet."
A sweet, melodious female voice came from behind them. Klein turned around to see Angel stepping out of the carriage, one hand braced against the doorframe and the other holding the Sealed Artifact, the Mutated Sun Holy Emblem. The emblem emitted a distinctive warm, pure fluctuation, like a miniature Sun that gave off no visible light, making Angel's fair face appear even more beautiful and captivating.
"No, she said she was only wearing makeup. It's normal for her to look prettier than usual..."
Klein thought to himself, his cheeks heating as he shifted his gaze away.
A middle-aged man approached the three of them. He wore a black clerical garment and, after stopping, first traced the Crimson Moon over his chest before asking.
"May I ask if you are the friends sent from Saint Selena Cathedral to help us?"
"Yes, you must be Priest Siel," Leonard answered, taking two steps forward. "We came specifically to deal with the haunting."
"A suspected haunting, sir."
Priest Siel emphasized loudly, then