Newm, Moon Goddess Church.
"This matter is no longer something we can handle."
Isidor's expression was grave. Threads of silvery-white sacred radiance still lingered on the surface of his solemn, exquisite priestly robes, and under the moonlight, they gave him a divine beauty.
But paired with his pale, bloodless face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and the fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead, the contrast was especially stark.
"Take your subordinates and seal off the nearby streets immediately. Evacuate the civilians. At the same time, send someone to City Hall and contact Mr. Wickliffe."
"Though this isn't something that can be solved simply by piling on more people, we need a large number of guards to maintain order in the city and deal with any unrest that may come."
At this, the middle-aged man standing before him, still wearing a sleepy look and dressed like a sheriff, could not help frowning.
"At a time like this, mobilizing the city defenses..."
"This is an emergency!"
Sensing the other man's concerns, Isidor cut him off before he could finish.
Cold moonlight spilled faintly over his face, and the dazzling brilliance refracted by the shards of glass on the floor flashed past in an instant.
The Sheriff subconsciously glanced behind the priest at the entire shattered Stained Glass Window.
His body suddenly shuddered. Having been abruptly awakened in the middle of the night, his somewhat muddled mind cleared in an instant.
Realizing he had said something stupid, he could not help raising a hand and slapping himself hard on the head.
"Understood. I'll go right away!"
Compared to the undercurrents surging among the city's upper echelons during this period, the Moon Goddess Church, currently guarded by a high-level Professional, had suffered such a sudden incident—one that might even affect the entire district.