"Wait! Something's not right!"
"What is it?"
Hearing Horn's warning again, Lan Qingyou and Alisa couldn't help turning to look.
Then they noticed that he seemed to be standing right in the middle of the depression.
Horn was holding a torch, bent over.
He seemed to be examining the spot carefully.
"Ladies, if this place really was used for sacrifices, then unless I'm mistaken, a ritual must have taken place here recently."
Seeing that he had their attention,
Horn pointed at the groove.
"What's going on?"
The two of them, who hadn't looked closely earlier, walked over.
In the firelight, they saw that the inside of the groove was covered in dark brown stains.
They stretched out from the circular groove.
There were plenty of splatter marks around it, too.
"Tsk, tsk. I really didn't notice before. What about you?"
Alisa turned to look at Lan Qingyou when she saw the stains.
That woman had definitely seen them.
But she hadn't said anything.
Why?
Right.
Her gaze was asking exactly that, full of confusion.
"Unless I'm mistaken, they're probably from the squad that was sent to investigate a few days ago."
Lan Qingyou didn't answer directly.
But the answer was already obvious.
Alisa opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but realized she had nothing to say.
She really hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
All right, perhaps she really shouldn't have asked.
Horn felt the same way.
As the captain, he'd seen plenty of things like this.
But that had been on the battlefield.
The thought of people being captured, having their throats slit, and being offered as sacrifices made him furious.
"Are you angry? There, there, and there are similar bloodstains, too."
When Horn fell silent, Lan Qingyou pointed out several spots in the temple, adding