On Tuesday morning, Klein took a public carriage to Harvest Cathedral in the South Bridge District.
Although he had divined beforehand that there would be no danger, he was still somewhat doubtful.
Since there was no danger, and Cyril himself was in Backlund—he even lived in the South Bridge District—why had he commissioned someone else to come here and find the Vampire named Emlyn White?
Or was his true target actually a Blessed of the Fool? But how could he be certain that the Fool had Blessed in Backlund?
As he pondered, he stepped into Harvest Cathedral.
Compared with the churches of the Evernight Goddess, this place was a little too deserted. In fact, even "deserted" seemed too generous a word.
Including him, there were only three people here: a towering priest praying at a desk, and a handsome young man wearing a grief-stricken expression as he listlessly waved a broom in his hand.
The grief-stricken young man looked up at him, then lowered his head again, as if he had no interest in anything.
The towering priest praying at the desk stood up. His immensely imposing frame gave Klein a slight nod.
"Hello."
"Hello." Klein returned the greeting politely, then said, "I'm looking for Emlyn White."
"What do you want with me?"
The handsome young man who had just been sweeping suddenly appeared before him. He was so fast that even Klein's Clown intuition failed to keep up with his movements.
What incredible speed. This Vampire is quite strong.
Klein sighed inwardly. As he considered how to begin, the Vampire Emlyn in front of him spoke first.
"Did my parents send you to find me? They clearly know I'm here, so why didn't they come themselves..."
He glanced at Father Utravsky in the distance and muttered quietly, "They really