The sky was a black curtain hung with scattered stars, and moisture lingered in the air. A black-clad figure slowly emerged from the Goddess of the Night Cathedral in the Gothe District and walked down the street beneath an umbrella.
Daniel had already received the report from Lane Village. Three Night Watchers had died, one of whom had once been a Nightwalker. As a bishop, he knew a little about things ordinary Night Watchers did not.
He, too, had once had the chance to become a Nightwalker, but he had refused.
He had not been idle this past month, either. He had visited every village in Rhode Town, but found no trace of the Gargoyle. Few bishops still carried out investigations on the front lines.
At one point, he had suspected the information was wrong-that the church's mediums had been mistaken in their premonitions, and there was no Gargoyle at all.
But so many of the church's mediums had shared the same premonition that a mistake was clearly unlikely. Though Daniel had found nothing after making his rounds, he had felt that everything was under control and there was no danger.
He had never expected trouble to strike as soon as he returned to the Gothe District. Eerie incidents had occurred one after another, and three Night Watchers had died. It left him in a foul mood.
Although he was responsible for the matter, he was a bishop, not an investigator. Now, however, it seemed he would have to return to Rhode Town and investigate once more.
Inside Wayne Manor, Bruce explained the Wayne Family's history and spoke of the Sharon Family, who would soon arrive to seize the Dark Bible.
Fawcett drew a sharp breath. Their guess had actually been right. The Wayne Family really did carry the