When the Upper Evil Spirit returned to the "Mist" Church camp in the Lower Seventh Ring with Little, the unrest from earlier had already completely subsided.
More precisely, under the control of the Royal House of Aitandin, the Temple of the War God, the "Mist" Church, and the Old Guard nobles, it had not escalated into greater chaos.
However, the atmosphere remained tense.
Especially around Count Valentin, who had rushed over in haste.
At that moment, he was glaring furiously at the Temple of the War God's envoy.
The dead Sean had been no nobody. As the ninth captain of the Temple of the War God's Church Guard Knights, he was known to many nobles and commoners alike.
But precisely because of that, the matter became even harder to handle.
"My apologies, my lords."
"I believe there must be some misunderstanding."
The Temple of the War God's envoy was an elderly man who still looked young.
His hair and beard had already turned white, and wrinkles lined his face, but he was in good spirits.
He was also a well-known figure.
Priest Termino.
At many public events, this priest served as the Temple of the War God's representative.
Most of the time, he chatted and laughed easily with all manner of dignitaries.
But at that moment, Priest Termino, who moved among nobles and commoners alike, wore an awkward expression.
Of course, he knew what had happened.
He knew about the Tribunal within the Temple of the War God.
But he had never known those fellows to be so bold—or so... incompetent.
Since they had chosen to strike at the Royal House of Aitandin and the Snake School's heir, they should have acted decisively and cleanly.
Instead, the assassination had failed, and they had been caught red-handed.
Damn it!
Cursing Sean's