Two Saints

"Before coming here, I asked Your Excellency Crestet to send over the case files and reviewed your previous battle records."

Facing the Red Gloves team members, Luther spoke calmly. "It's clear that you put in a great deal of effort, yet achieved very little. For example, tracking down a Devil conducting an evil ritual actually took nearly a month..."

Among the crowd, Leonard could not help but raise his head.

Wasn't that the case our team handled?

For a moment, he felt both embarrassed and angry. Embarrassed because the other party was telling the truth, and angry because all their hard work over those many days had been casually brushed aside. As for their captain, Soest, he appeared even more uneasy.

"...Of course, there are many reasons behind these circumstances."

Luther noticed Leonard's reaction. He had only paid attention to the case because he had spotted an acquaintance's name while reviewing the files. "I don't intend to hold anyone accountable or criticize anyone... But as those responsible for protecting the safety of the capital's believers, as the so-called elites of the Nighthawks, the results you presented to the Church are rather laughable."

The crowd stirred restlessly, but no one spoke.

The newly arrived deacon spoke quite harshly, entirely unlike a typical Loen native who would phrase things tactfully. The moment he opened his mouth, he went straight to the heart of the issue.

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

A Red Gloves member gathered his courage and asked.

"That's a good question."

Luther nodded. "I believe one important reason is that your understanding of evil powers is still far too shallow."

"Therefore, I will teach you what kind of mad ideas cultists have, the various Degeneration rituals with differing effects, the different evil gods worshipped by