The Church of Pain!
At the name, Toran narrowed his eyes, and most of the doubts in his mind instantly cleared.
No wonder those ships encountered such strange things!
No wonder our people were found so easily!
No wonder those bastards were so ruthless!
It was all the Church of Pain's doing!
They sent the spies!
Not only did they sabotage the High Priest's plan, they wanted to spark a real war!
The High Priest's plan had only been to obstruct the Eastern's departure, after all. Now, with the Church of Pain involved, it had become a fight to the death.
Damn it!
When I saw those ruthless methods, I should have known it was those bastards!
Toran thought bitterly.
Toran was all too familiar with this secretive church in the West Berlin region that worshipped the Lady of Suffering. Three years ago, he had gone to West Berlin to preach.
But less than a week later, the Church of Pain had attacked them.
Back then, every fellow worshipper and congregant except him had been skinned by that evil church.
Even now, he remembered that bloody scene.
And him?
He had only escaped because he happened to be out buying food.
Later, after cautiously discovering one of the Church of Pain's bases, he had been promoted to priest by the High Priest.
And afterward?
He had no idea what happened afterward.
Rumor had it that the High Priest had dispatched Missionary Knights and established a new church in Dordot Harbor in West Berlin.
As those memories ran through his mind, Toran lowered the special flintlock in his hand, but still demanded-
"Proof!"
Toran wanted the man named Grindelwald before him to produce more evidence.
Not only could that evidence spare him punishment, it might even allow him to advance another