"You didn't say last time..."
"...that the Rose School had been driven out of the Southern Continent?"
Inside the carriage, Father Utravsky's voice sounded behind Emlyn.
The priest wore a thick brown cassock.
A massive greatsword was strapped to his back.
The greatsword was longer than Emlyn was tall and nearly as wide as his waist.
Combined with Father Utravsky's mountain-like body,
it created a terrifying sense of oppression.
Fortunately, this entire carriage had been chartered by the Sanguine.
Otherwise,
probably no passenger would have dared to board this train.
Emlyn, a Sanguine Earl, stepped out and breathed in the cool night air. "Even so,
the Southern Continent is vast. They have plenty of places to hide.
Why would they leave the Southern Continent and come to Trier? Is there something here that attracts them?"
A Sanguine said respectfully, "Your Excellency Earl, our people in Trier reported
that not long ago, the Rose School clashed with a mysterious organization in Trier."
Emlyn had already boarded the carriage prepared by the local Sanguine. What had originally been a fairly spacious carriage immediately became cramped after Father Utravsky squeezed inside.
He beckoned, signaling for the Sanguine to ride with him so he could conveniently hear the report.
The Sanguine was flattered and, both fearful and excited, climbed into the carriage.
The carriage set off.
Emlyn asked, "What organization?"
"The Iron and Blood Cross Order, an organization made up of Hunters."
Emlyn nodded. "What's your name?"
"Toby, my name is Toby, Your Excellency Earl," the Sanguine said with shining eyes.
At present,
some of the Sanguine's Marquises and Earls had grown quite old.
Although their lives were longer than those of most Demigods at the same level,
they had nevertheless reached their twilight years.
Therefore,
these important figures often chose to slumber, using