The magical traces on the Tracking Paper Crane had been erased and would no longer affect him. Bruce had already examined his body with Spirituality Power and found no other residual magic or adverse effects.
Some damage had been done here, and the Church's Night Watchers would have to repair it.
Bruce glanced at the caravan guards. They would probably get a scolding from the Church. They had been far too reckless.
They had witnessed a battle between Extraordinaries and had not even thought of running. Did they have a death wish?
If anyone had been injured or killed, dealing with it would have been a major headache for the Church. It would also affect public safety in the surrounding area and the performance ratings of the Night Watchers in each district, though that was hardly the main concern.
Arcadi helped the girl in green to her feet, while the other guards silently gathered the scattered goods.
They accepted the Night Watchers' reprimands, but if it happened again, they would still stay to protect the goods. Even death would not make them leave.
They had never been responsible only for themselves. If they fled under such circumstances and abandoned the goods, they would face punishment even if nothing was lost.
Running for their lives offered no escape. Dying here would actually spare them trouble, but if they fled and survived, their families would suffer too. Those were the Meyer Family's rules.
At the Goddess of the Night Cathedral, Bruce entered a room with the Night Watchers. Because Fawcett was using Sebas's identity, he could only remain outside under guard.
Once everyone else had taken their seats, Bruce found a place to sit as well. He quietly waited for the Night Watchers to speak. Clearly, they wanted him to learn