Desecrator

Amid the curtain of rain, the light of the White Church seemed to grow even brighter.

Two figures emerged from the woods, quietly tearing through the rain curtain.

Konan looked at the town before her and furrowed her brow once again.

Inside the small town, every household glowed with an orange-yellow light.

Because of the rainy weather, the exact time could not be told, but it was roughly around noon.

The residents of the small town had all begun cooking, so a faint, lingering aroma of food drifted through the air.

The fields presented an even greater picture of harvest, with the wheat fields growing vigorously and the grains plump to the bursting point.

Although the town looked quite warm and cozy, a strange feeling constantly lingered in her heart.

Something is a bit strange, she voiced a reminder.

Mm, be careful.

Pain gave an assent, and then led Konan with him into the small town.

The streets were completely deserted, and whenever they walked past, the nearby windows would always crack open a sliver, with vague figures flashing by, seemingly observing their movements.

Konan and Pain exchanged a glance, not paying it too much mind.

After all, the Land of Rain was a turbulent nation, and it was entirely normal for these residents to be on guard against outsiders.

They continued walking through the small town and came across a gambling den, the noisy sounds inside still clearly passing through the rain curtain and into the ears of the two.

Pain's deep gaze looked past the gambling den and landed directly on the White Church at the end of the street.

Let's go straight there.

Mm.

Konan nodded. This unspeakably strange feeling made her feel somewhat breathless.

But no matter what, as long as they found the priest White