Other tourist attractions included Vlad III's hometown (now a restaurant), the Clock Tower as a landmark, and the Church on the Hill at the highest point of the old town. No matter what, this was the most suitable place for foreigners to "experience old Europe."
Yet Sighișoara was now shrouded in the terrifying shadow of a serial killer. Visiting tourists were being murdered one after another, and every corpse had its heart removed, leaving them in a gruesome state.
There was no evidence besides the bodies, nor could any connection between the victims be found. However, a very small number of people knew the truth. All the victims had been magi—in other words, some kind of "abnormality" was occurring in present-day Sighișoara.
Shishigou and "Red" Saber had been walking through the streets dimly lit by sodium lamps for nearly an hour. Her armor clanked with every step, but fortunately, no one had seen them.
A drunken vagrant holding a wine bottle in one hand stared blankly at Shishigou and Saber. Shishigou felt even a suggestion was unnecessary, so he merely waved a hand—the man tapped his own head a few times, then went back to drinking.
They had encountered police officers several times, but Shishigou had driven them away with suggestions as well. Even those officers probably did not want to take on the duty of guarding against a serial killer. There was no need to force them; they had left easily enough.
More importantly, Saber's condition had become more serious. She had been constantly complaining, "Boring," and "Isn't it here yet?" just moments ago, but now she had fallen completely silent.
"Saber, what is it?"
"Sorry. Let me concentrate for a moment. I just have a bad feeling."
At those words, Shishigou's expression immediately tightened. If she had taken