Two Saints

"Before coming here, I asked Lord Crestet Your Excellency deliver the previous case files, and I reviewed your previous combat Record."

Facing the members of the "Red Gloves" team, Luther calmly said, "As you can see, you've put in a lot of effort, but the results have been poor. For example, tracking down a Devil who performs an evil ritual took almost a month..."

Leonard couldn't help but raise his head from the crowd.

Isn't this the case our team is handling?

In an instant, he felt both embarrassed and angry. Embarrassed because the other person was telling the truth, and angry because his many days of hard work had been so easily dismissed. As for their captain, Soest, he seemed even more uneasy.

"... Of course, there are many reasons for these situations."

Luther noticed Leonard's reaction. He himself had come to know about the case after seeing an acquaintance's name while reviewing documents. "I don't intend to pursue anyone's fault or criticize anyone... but as those who are supposed to be the elite of the Nighthawks Church, protecting the safety of the believers in the kingdom's capital, it's somewhat laughable that you've presented such an achievement to the Church."

A commotion arose among the crowd, but no one spoke.

The new Deacon spoke quite fiercely, unlike the traditionally reserved people of Loen; he went straight to the heart of the matter from the moment he opened his mouth.

"So, Your Ishmael Your Excellency, what do you intend to do?"

One of the team members with Red Gloves mustered up his courage and asked.

That's a good question.

Luther nodded. "I think a very important reason is that your understanding of evil forces is not deep enough."

"Therefore, I will teach you what the insane ideas of Cultist are, the various Degeneration Ritual with different effects, the different evil gods worshipped by Distortion sects, and their corresponding mystical symbols..."

As an extraordinary individual who has Secrets Suppliant Pathway and survived encounters with numerous evil gods, he is confident in his expertise in this field.

Understanding the mindset of Cultist can greatly help in investigating cases; this is self-evident.

Under the astonished gazes of his teammates, Luther calmly stated, "Of course, you will not only master this knowledge, but I will also lead you in practical application. Leaving aside distant matters, at least within Backlund, we must eradicate those disgusting, cockroach-like creatures."

He was referring, of course, to the Aurora Order.

From a public perspective, this is about eliminating Cultist, which helps maintain order and faith in the Diocese; from a private perspective, the Aurora Order has a grudge against them, so it's a good opportunity to use official power to eradicate it.

Backlund, East Borough, in a dark room.

"Well then, let's call it a day."

A hooded man spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the room.

"Yes, esteemed Mr. X."

All the guests at the gathering rose to greet him, their eyes filled with awe. This mysterious extraordinary individual possessed extremely strange abilities. Powerful extraordinary individuals had attempted to challenge him, only to be easily defeated. Even official extraordinary individuals had tried to capture him multiple times, yet he still managed to escape in a mysterious way.

After evacuating the crowd, Mr. X, Louis Wayne, lowered his hood and walked into a room at the back.

Only one candle was lit in the dimly lit room, casting a flickering, dark shadow on the wall.

In the shadow cast by the candle, at the edge of the light, in the darkest place, there was a strange figure. As if it had suddenly come to life, the shadow was constantly writhing.

And sitting at the table where the candles were placed was a peculiar man.

He was dressed in a mysterious black robe, his brown hair was slightly curly and stiff, and his eyes were deep and sparkling. He was focusing all his attention on a crystal ball, which was neither clean nor transparent, but rather murky and heavy, as if it were filled with opaque Black Fluid.

"Saint Botis, we still haven't found any trace of Your Excellency [Blood Bishop]."

The seemingly imposing meeting host, "Mr. X," was now respectfully addressing the man in the room, asking, "What's our next step?"

"Hmm. It's alright, just continue the investigation and keep releasing information."

The mysterious man opposite him didn't even take his eyes off the crystal ball before casually dismissing Mr. X.

"Yes, Your Excellency Saint of Secrets."

What could Louis say? He could only bow to the other person and then turn and leave.

Who could blame him when the person before him was stronger than him and followed the same Pathway? Not to mention, it was he who led many Apprentice in the struggle against the Abraham Family, ultimately succeeding in joining the Aurora Order ...

That's right, this "Saint of Secrets" is the one who betrayed the Abraham Family and caused the deaths of many innocent members. His Real Name is "Saint of Secrets" Botis, and after so many years, he has become one of the five Saints of the Aurora Order.

After Louis Wayne left, Botis continued casting spells on the crystal ball, which flashed with an eerie light for a moment—it looked like crimson skylight—before quickly fading into silence.

Seeing this, Botis took a deep breath and adjusted his posture.

How did the Divination go?

At the same time, the black shadow projected onto the wall spoke, "Have you found any trace of that Blood Bishop?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Botis shook his head, his brow furrowed. "All I can see is a sea of blood... and that red feels more like a warning, harboring an extremely dangerous aura. If we go any deeper... I might be the one going Lunatic today."

But we must share the Lord's burdens.

"A black shadow," said the Saint Tenebrous "Kisma," with an unusual fanaticism, "According to intelligence, he has already made contact with the evil Evernight Goddess, and even His Highness Ouroboros failed to capture him... If we don't stop this Blasphemer, he will advance further and continue to sabotage our Aurora Order's organization!"

Don't worry, there's no need to be so concerned.

"The Saint of Secrets," Botis chuckled, "I've already laid out the bait. Given that Blasphemer's obsession with the Lord, if he's in Backlund, he'll surely come knocking sooner or later. And then..."

A small jewelry box had appeared in his hand without his noticing. "Even if that Blood Bishop is as powerful as the legends say, I can use this to buy some time and wait for Prince Ouroboros to make his move... For the sake of my lord..."

"Swish swish!"

The shadow swayed for a moment, then a human figure emerged.

"Everything is for the Lord."

"The Saint Tenebrous," Kisma emerged from the shadows and solemnly declared.