At dawn, the residents of Orchid Avenue in Bayram were awakened by a clamor. When they groggily pushed open their doors and windows, intending to unleash the foul-mouthed prowess that every citizen of Bayram, the City of Pirates, possessed at demigod level, every last curse caught in their throats.
What they saw was a group of armed soldiers, clergy in different attire, and important figures they usually only saw in newspapers.
"The spirit body has completely dissipated, and the room was cleared by mysterious means. No traces were left behind. Neither the Detective nor the Warlock found any information."
People from MI9 and the Machinery and Storm Churches gathered outside No. 33 Orchid Avenue, watching their subordinates collect the body, all wearing ugly expressions.
Helmosuin was a scientist who stood at the pinnacle of this era. Whether to the Machinery Church or to the various nations, he was a strategic-level talent. Even a single manuscript of his could provoke open and covert struggles among the old great powers.
Yet now, this gentleman had simply died here.
In truth, this matter had little to do with the Storm Church itself. The problem was that Bayram was considered a core diocese of the Storm Church, and the voice that had brazenly announced Helmosuin's location last night had been seen as a provocation.
It would have been one thing if no one had acted from the start. But with Jahn Kottman, the Sea King and both Archbishop and Cardinal of the Rosred Islands diocese, already having been dispatched, all they got in the end was a stiff corpse. That was undoubtedly a slap in Brother Storm's face.
If Brother Storm could swallow that humiliation, he was probably an undercover agent planted by some other church.
Robert Davis, who had just replaced Emilius, listened