Publicity (Part One)

After the snow, the sky cleared. It was already afternoon.

After the sun had shone for a while, snow began to melt. With a Druid's keen senses, Romon could hear faint trickling water not far away, nourishing the trees. The air was filled with the fresh scent of snow melting and spring returning.

Farther away, the stream was crystal clear, with fine sand and scattered stones faintly visible beneath the water. Snow lay scattered along its banks.

A patch of woodland had been blasted black.

Romon sneered at the charcoal-like body. "Virtual life?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the charcoal-like body below suddenly twitched.

By now, Romon's killing intent had faded. But having fought people from the Radiance Church and suffered an assassination attempt left him thoroughly vexed. He frowned slightly.

He did not seem to have deeply offended the Radiance Church, did he?

He could not be called a believer, much less devout, but at the very least, he had cooperated with them.

Romon thought it over for a while, yet could not see where he had offended the Radiance Church badly enough for them to dispatch such a group to assassinate him—conflicts between nobles were merely matters of interest or choosing sides. That should not have been an issue.

"Still playing dead? In the eyes of a Tenth Level Druid, whether something has life or not can be sensed without any spell." Naturally, Romon did not mention that after his perception reached 21 and broke through the limits of humanity, he could already see life, souls, and even gods themselves. "Speak. Why did you come to assassinate me? I truly do not remember offending the Radiance Church."

It was not that he was afraid. He simply had to know the root of it.

"Y-you... of course