The Church of Pain-or rather, the Church of Suffering!
That church had always been a thorn in Greisa Hamlet's side.
Whenever the Grand Duke's eldest son thought of the greatest rival to his Inner River Church in West Berlin, he ground his teeth in hatred. If the Church of Pain hadn't stood in his way, West Berlin's Dordot Harbor would have been his long ago!
He wouldn't have needed to waste time taking the roundabout route of opening a tavern on Aiteil Path, establishing the Secret Gathering, and then spending a fortune building the Torrent Squad.
Of course, the most important point was that, even after all that, the Inner River Church still had no advantage against the Church of Pain.
Part of that was because he had to remain hidden and couldn't bring his full strength to bear.
But the Church of Pain also genuinely had deep reserves.
Although he still hadn't uncovered the Lady of Suffering's true background, he was certain of one thing: the Lady of Suffering must have obtained part of the Tower of Mist's legacy. Some of his methods bore a striking resemblance to Black Robe's forbidden arts.
To deal with him, Greisa had even been forced to court the Death Poetry Society-in his father's name, and within the bounds of his father's tacit approval.
He had had no choice.
At the time, he had invested far too much in West Berlin's Dordot Harbor.
If he lost it, he would lose his eligibility to become the Golden Lion Family's heir.
And become a laughingstock as well.
So, even knowing that his father would be displeased,
he had taken the risk.
Fortunately, he had succeeded in the end.
With the Death Poetry Society's intimate knowledge of death, he had fended off several successive counterattacks from the