Sure enough, there was always more to learn.
Olyntel's shocking statement had successfully piqued Fu Qian's interest.
Let's not forget that the goal of this mission was to complete the purification before sunrise.
From the very beginning, Fu Qian had been pondering the significance of that deadline.
Now he seemed to have a slight idea. Would the "Blood of Blasphemy" on Jian be exposed once that time passed?
Because the noses of those merciless hunters from the cult became especially sharp after sunrise?
Of course, the "scent" might just be a metaphor. In any case, the hunters had special means of becoming more sensitive to anything unclean?
He had to admit, that was rather unexpected.
Given his previous experiences, he'd assumed they were the ultimate embodiment of the cult's style: active at night, listless during the day, resting in caves and the like.
But no, they patrolled during the day and took action at night.
Talk about dedication. Was this the power of faith?
"That wasn't her fault..."
Unfortunately, Olyntel's well-reasoned statement didn't seem particularly convincing to Mr. Wenlos.
Looking sorrowfully at his daughter lying face-down, Mr. Wenlos could only shake his head in a daze at what Olyntel called a rational choice.
"She's a good child. She shouldn't have to suffer any kind of harm..."
"I know... But she was unlucky."
That made Olyntel fall silent for a moment.
"Most of the suffering in this world isn't a punishment for wrongdoing. It's simply a matter of bad luck—"
"Dr. Olyntel, I may need to remind you that the patient hasn't come down from up there yet."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian's words shattered the sorrowful, oppressive atmosphere.
"Are you sure your diagnosis is correct?"
"As sure as I am that you'll need to come with me in a moment."
Fu Qian