Leonard's Suspicion

"Thud, thud, thud!"

"Come quickly! Hurry!"

"No one here either!"

As Luther climbed up from the pitch-black second basement level, he gradually heard the clamor outside. It seemed many people were shouting anxiously, while hurried footsteps rang out one after another in the corridor.

At the same time, Chanis Gate was swiftly pushed open, and a group of Nighthawks stormed in as if facing a formidable enemy, weapons raised and murderous intent boiling.

"What happened?"

Having just reached the first level, Luther pretended to know nothing and asked.

"Ah, it's Your Excellency Ishmael!"

The Nighthawks spotted Luther at the same time. Quite a few of them showed relieved expressions and lowered their weapons.

Except Leonard.

He still held his weapon up, aiming it at Luther as he said, "Your Excellency Ishmael, something has happened at the cathedral. An enemy is suspected of having infiltrated it. We're conducting a thorough search...

"To clear you of suspicion, could you please recite the Goddess's prayer?"

"Leonard!"

The others called out uneasily. "You're going too—"

"It's fine."

Luther interrupted them, nodding faintly as he praised, "No matter who the other party is, vigilance should be maintained. You did the right thing."

After saying that, he tapped his chest four times, drawing a Crimson Moon, and recited aloud, "The air of midnight is like a cool pool, from which souls draw comfort. The sacred spring of eternal peace flows from these deep waters. O night! You teach me to endure all that mankind has endured..."

Once a passage from the Ode to the Night had been recited, the countless black threads in the air softened as well, gently dancing along with him.

The Nighthawks relaxed accordingly.

"My apologies, Your Excellency Deacon."

Leonard explained, "This is what happened... Just now, Duke Negan's villa was suddenly attacked,