Vanessa had only learned from Dorothea that this seemingly tranquil Clock Tower District was actually an area where all sorts of religious sects gathered.
Diagonally across from No. 37 Pine Resin Alley stood the Mourning Poetry Society. Across a narrow street, the towering ancient clock tower belonged to the Silent Sanctuary, which worshipped the "Twin Eclipsing Suns"—one of the Empire's Seven Great Orthodox Churches.
A True God Church, a secret society, and an Esoteric Cult all fit on a single street, and they even coexisted peacefully.
Vanessa nodded slightly to the blind nun sitting quietly in the clock tower's shadow. The nun returned an equally slight nod, as though they were merely ordinary neighbors. Who would have imagined that one was a believer in a True God and the other an Esoteric Cult leader?
They pulled their hoods a little lower, their figures quickly blending into the streets shrouded in the thin morning mist.
The cemetery on the outskirts.
The large pits where bodies had been piled earlier were already empty.
Dorothea had been right. Someone really did manage the bodies. From a distance, they spotted several people in Poor Relief Committee uniforms.
Seen from this angle, the Poor Relief Committee really had done some practical work. Although the poor had received little relief while alive, someone took care of them after death.
Some were even assigned jobs-the "Anatomy Act" had officially passed in Parliament, and unclaimed bodies would be forcibly sent for dissection. Whether to a hospital or Miskatonic University's Medical School, those were all fairly nice places, surely.
Before long, the Flatbed Cart pulled by the Orphans was piled high with dead feral dogs.
Dorothea had even brought her handgun specifically for this, but soon discovered there was no need for it at all. Though the feral dogs