Upon the municipal square.
A gentleman took out his pocket watch and saw that the hour hand pointed midway between ten and eleven.
Accompanied by a burst of footsteps, a group of Sun Church personnel clad in pure white ceremonial robes, adorned with golden sun emblems and other ornaments, their expressions solemn, entered the square and mounted the platform.
Behind them, two Suppression Bureau agents nearly two meters tall, their entire bodies covered beneath a strange black carapace, were escorting a pale-faced blond middle-aged man and binding him to an iron cross.
A white-haired Sun cleric loudly read out his crimes: "Mirabeau Casey... using his profession as a private doctor as a cover, secretly stealing human organs, studying demonic scriptures..."
"No, no... I was only researching unusual herbal remedies. I only wanted to save more people... My heart has always turned toward the light. I've never harmed anyone. I saved quite a few people, please..."
Bound to the cross by iron chains, Mirabeau Casey screamed, wept, and begged for mercy...
Yet not a single one of the onlooking crowd pitied him. Instead, they shouted, "Burn him! Burn the heretic!"
"Let the sun's radiance cleanse the demon!"
On the platform, the old cleric continued to read out the charges at an unhurried pace.
They had not gagged the blasphemer, appearing utterly confident that they had everything under control.
Below, Aaron was interested in the two people wearing those strange symbiotic armors.
"The backbone of the Suppression Bureau? Non-Human combat power?"
He looked toward Connie.
"Yes... You may find it hard to believe, but those 'symbiote wearers' are all ordinary people. Yet once they put on a 'symbiote,' they possess strength, speed, and resistance to the mysterious comparable to a Non-Human Existence! Even a true Non-Human Existence could be besieged to