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A cool breeze carrying the faint scent of earth swept across the surface graveyard of Nazarick Underground Great Tomb, making the tense atmosphere hanging in the air grow heavy at once.
Watching Noah stand against the wind, his robes snapping in the breeze, Khajit's expression turned extremely ugly.
Yet more than his grim expression, what filled Khajit's heart was fear of Noah.
"How is that possible?" Khajit murmured in disbelief.
"How could there be someone capable of defeating that woman so easily?"
Khajit could be said to have no favorable impression of Clementine.
There was no other reason than the fact that Clementine was mentally unstable.
Among the Slane Theocracy's six special intelligence units, the Black Scripture was an exceptionally unique force.
It did not have over a hundred members like the Sunlight Scripture; it had only a scant dozen or so.
Yet the Black Scripture formed by those dozen people was the trump card of the entire Slane Theocracy.
There was only one condition for joining the Black Scripture.
One had to at least reach the realm of heroes.
In other words, every member of the Black Scripture was a powerhouse of at least level 29, with strength comparable to the highest-ranking Adamantite-Ranked Adventurers.
Clementine had come from precisely such a unit, one made entirely of hero-class individuals.
However, Clementine had betrayed the Black Scripture.
The reason was merely that Clementine had suddenly felt like stealing a magical item that was of little use to her.
From then on, Clementine betrayed the Black Scripture and revealed her savage, cruel side.
That woman loved tormenting people.
Whether they