Because of their preconceived notions, the Duchess and her team had almost immediately attributed the nun's death to a Loss of Color person, without considering that it might have been someone within the Sequence.
If the nun had been silenced for discovering the Loss of Color Curse, then she might just as well have been silenced for discovering the contamination of Human Pus.
The brooch in the nun's mouth had indeed belonged to a man, and most likely someone close to her. Although her lover had also died horribly, there was no rule saying she could only have one lover.
Given the current situation, as one of the most senior members within the Sequence, the priest was undoubtedly quite popular.
But if the priest really was behind it, his own situation was a little dangerous.
The Duchess wasn't stupid. Her mind had been muddled by one shock after another today, so she hadn't thought of this right away, but it was only a matter of time before she did.
The priest would surely have considered this, and would definitely take action.
In this situation, the most reasonable choice would be to kill everyone in the know—in other words, the Duchess and himself.
And the sooner, the better, to keep the Human Pus from spreading too widely.
For example, right now.
The next moment, Fu Qian looked up at the sky as the sensation of mental disarray struck again.
Ever since he had digested the Dragon Blood, his abilities had improved, but the negative effects had grown stronger too. The current onslaught was far more intense than before.
Fu Qian had put in a great deal of effort, and had only barely managed to adapt.
Whoosh!
Several minutes later, Fu Qian let out a long breath, confirming that no one had