"Uncle John, I think Aunt Kunna is quite nice. Why didn't you stay?"
Once the carriage left the city, Parr finally could not hold back the question in his heart. He could tell that John still had some feelings for Kunna between a man and a woman.
"I can no longer stop moving forward."
John repeated what he had said back in Azure Stone City. After falling silent for a moment, he continued:
"Kid, I'm going to kill cultists. I'll spend my whole life doing it, until I find that person and kill him."
"That person?"
That made even less sense. Parr closed the chest holding the gold coins, scratched his head, and asked, "Uncle John, who is that person? Why do you need to find him?"
"Phew..."
After a moment of silence, John let out a long breath. He raised his head to gaze at the moonless, starless night sky, listening to the clatter of hooves and wheels as a red figure surfaced in his mind.
"Red Robe!"
John gritted his teeth as he spoke. Anyone could hear the hatred in his voice—a hatred that wished to devour his flesh and gnaw his bones! "Red Robe, second on the Church of Neutral Light's wanted list for cultists..."
Muttering to himself, John revealed the truth behind why he intended to spend his life hunting cultists.
More than a decade ago, a horrifying massacre took place in the Wind Wolf Capital. During the Wind Wolf Kingdom's Founding Day celebration, people joyfully attending the festivities were struck by a coordinated attack from numerous cults. Countless people were killed or wounded, and blood flowed like a river.
Even the current king's eldest son was assassinated. The incident shook the entire continent and caused an uproar across the world.
Of course, nearly all