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Watching Emlyn leave, the man who had spoken pushed up his glasses again and sighed.
"How did things escalate to storming a cathedral so quickly? It seems Bishop White is very important to them... Is it because the other two churches were a step too slow, or because Emlyn White's status as a god's favored believer makes them trust him more?"
There was not the slightest trace of a Beyonder's aura about him, yet he showed no surprise at the burst of speed from a demigod-level Sanguine.
"So fast. I couldn't see him clearly at all."
He could not help murmuring, "This archbishop really can't be underestimated. The claim that he has a grudge against the Church of the Storm is probably true as well."
"I hear the Sanguine can move almost instantaneously under the moon. Even a Devil enhanced in that respect, a 'Marionette' in a state of indulgence, would probably struggle to do that. As expected of creatures favored by the moon. Best not to encounter them at night..."
With that, the Loen man continued onward. On a street with few people, he abruptly changed direction and turned into an alley.
A moment later, a black-haired young man with Southern Continent features emerged. Draped over his arm was the formal jacket he had been wearing earlier, and the sheen of leather was faintly visible between its folds.
Having taken off his human skin, the young man had gentle features. Apart from being a Southern Continent native, there was little about him that would leave an impression.
Although he still wore the same white shirt and formal trousers, he casually undid the top two buttons, tugged at the stiff collar a few times, loosened his tie, and hung the glasses he had been wearing on his chest.
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