Salante City, night.
A faint sound of panting came from the darkness.
The thief Kane silently pressed his left arm. Pain radiated from the wound, nearly making him groan aloud.
But the danger had not yet been completely shaken off. He had to endure the pain and escape this place!
Slowly, the pain gradually faded, but not a shred of strength remained in his body. He truly wanted to lie down right there and sleep soundly.
But he had to leave this place as soon as possible, leave the Salante Fief. Only then would he have a chance to live, only then would he have a splendid future.
Earlier, he had used every possible means to blend into the refugee group. Who would have thought that he would be discovered the very first night he acted? This place was truly guarded like an iron barrel!
Time trickled away drop by drop. Kane slowly gathered his strength. The recent battle had drained too much of his stamina. He needed to recover quickly and escape the Salante Fief before those people found him.
It was nearly dawn. The sky remained pitch-black, the east had not yet fully brightened, and everything around him was silent.
Kane panted for a while longer. Finally, he moved. Taking advantage of the empty surroundings, he cautiously darted into an alley and vanished without a trace.
The rising sun climbed into the sky, restoring it to a brilliant brightness. Clear light began to shine across the entire Salante Fief.
Fresh air also emerged with the morning, bringing endless comfort to all.
In the city, within the Temple, sunlight streamed through the window of Bishop Kanrongpa's room, slightly dazzling. Bishop Kanrongpa, who had been sleeping soundly, finally woke up.
After dressing and pulling on his boots, Bishop Kanrongpa walked