Chapter 1828: Fishing
When the Upper Evil Spirit returned to the "Mist" Church camp in the Lower Seventh Ring with Little, the disturbance from earlier had already completely subsided.
Or, more accurately, 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 caused any greater chaos.
However, the atmosphere was tense.
Especially for Count Valentin, who had rushed over in haste.
At that moment, he was glaring furiously at the Temple of the War God's envoy.
Sean, who had died, was no nobody. As the ninth captain of the Church Guard Knights of the Temple of the War God, he was familiar to many nobles and well known among the common people.
But precisely because of that, the matter became even harder to handle.
"My apologies, gentlemen."
"I believe there must be some misunderstanding."
The Temple of the War God's envoy was a young old man.
His hair and beard had both turned white, and his face was lined with wrinkles, but he was in excellent spirits.
He, too, was a widely known figure.
Priest Termino.
At many public events, this priest acted as the Temple of the War God's representative.
Most of the time, he mingled and chatted amiably with the highborn.
But at that moment, Priest Termino, who moved easily among nobles and commoners alike, looked deeply awkward.
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 people to be so bold—or so... incompetent.
Since they had chosen to strike at the Royal House of Aitandin and the heir of the Snake School, they should have done so cleanly and decisively.
Instead, the assassination had failed,