Gwen frowned as she looked at the corpses in the room.
She was standing in a secret underground chamber in Blood Port's lower district, a place where filth and corruption festered. Cultists were like mushrooms growing from dark corners—no matter how many you killed, they never seemed to run out.
These cultists had failed to read the room, coming after her when she was already in a bad mood. Gwen patiently examined them for a while, and only after confirming that they were beyond redemption did she call for her friends to send them on their way.
Before long, only she and her friends remained in the room.
There seemed to have been fewer cultists lately.
Indeed, in the past, she could run into them after walking just a few steps outside. Now, these people all hid in their strongholds and refused to come out.
And they apparently could not even find sacrifices anymore. In the past, they could occasionally save a few people, but now there were more cultists than sacrifices.
It had to be because of the Mother Goddess Church. They no longer lacked food over there—when people had something to eat, who would be willing to seek out cultists and trade their lives for grain?
Shh, keep it down. Gwen would be unhappy if she heard this. She actually cared a great deal about Mira.
It was all Little Gwen's fault. Why did she say Mira was like a mother? She had never even met Gwen's mother!
Sigh, none of us have. Gwen herself has probably almost forgotten her too, which is why hearing that makes her angry.
"Ahhh, you're all so noisy!" Gwen covered her ears and shook her head. Mira did indeed give her a special feeling; that sort of concern made her nostalgic. But