"Extinguish the fire!"

The elite knight captain of the Temple of War roared loudly.

The knights behind him rushed to the fire.

Instead of using the traditional method of extinguishing the fire with water, the long sword in his hand began to cut the burning house, while extinguishing it with sand.

The blade swept across the burning wall, and the sand covered it.

A few minutes later, the fire was extinguished.

The ignition point was also found.

Two bodies were also recovered.

The corpses were badly burned, but the captain was able to identify one of them as Aitolin's.

Because, some of the traits are all too familiar.

Even if it is burned, it will not change.

For example: the remnants of strength in the body.

Therefore, he easily judged where the other body came from.

Temple of War's arch-enemy: 'Silent Night Secret Society'!

The elite knight captain with a gloomy face and murderous eyes waved his hand, signaled his subordinates to carry away the two corpses, bowed slightly to the patrol, and walked straight towards the cathedral.

From beginning to end, the two sides did not communicate at all except for eye gaze.

It's like they're following certain rules.

The captain of the patrol made a gesture into the darkness as he watched the elite team of knights of the Temple of War leave.

Immediately, the agents split into three ways.

All the way to the royal palace.

Quietly keep up all the way.

All the way is to collect clues.

After the patrol team left people behind to protect the scene, the surroundings quickly calmed down, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Except, that scorched earth.

……

Temple of the God of War, Inquisition.

It is different from the 'dark hall' that is completely hidden underground.

The Holy Inquisition is hidden in the shadow of the cathedral.

When the elite knight captain returned to the cathedral, he walked straight into the shadows.

That's right, the elite Knight captain is also from the Holy Inquisition.

In fact, every member of the Temple of War may be from the Inquisition, but most of the time, they have another upright identity.

Sean is no exception.

His apparent identity is the ninth captain of the Knights of the Cathar.

Secretly, he is the second captain of the Holy Inquisition.

For Sean, who grew up in the Temple of the God of War, there is nothing unacceptable about such a dual identity, because, everything he does is for the Temple of the God of War!

"I want all the information from Ettorine, especially the one that has been passed back recently."

Sean, who was standing in the shadows, said.

There was no answer.

Only the wind blew.

When the breeze died down, a bundle of parchment rolls appeared at Sean's feet.

Sean flicked his cloak.

The scarlet cloak shook, and the parchment scrolls on the ground vanished.

He strode back to his room, locked the door, spread out the parchment scroll on his desk, and began to read carefully.

The initial information was pretty ordinary, not much different from what Sean had deduced.

However, he quickly locked on something.

"Ettorin has discovered the infighting of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'."

"When Ettolin made his last contact before he died, there was hesitation and even some trepidation in his expression."

Sean crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, pressed his thumb to his temples, and rubbed them slightly.

He likes to think in this posture.

This will make his mind active.

He knew about Aitolin's previous report, and he also knew about the failure of 'instigating the Silent Night Secret Order to be even more infighting' later.

Sean didn't have any more ideas about it.

If the Silent Night Secret Society was really so easy to provoke, it wouldn't be a subordinate of the crown's old enemy.

However, Eitolin's final performance is worth playing.

What would make Ettoline hesitate?

What scares Eitoline?

As for Ettoline, Sean didn't know much about it.

But he knew that the greatest virtue of being a spy of the 'Holy Inquisition' was loyalty and fearlessness.

Steadfast faith gives them nothing to fear.

According to common sense, hesitation and panic are impossible for them.

"Is there something going on with the Silent Night Secret Retreat again?"

Sean naturally thought of the only clue.

Then, the knight of dual status stood up.

He put away the materials on the table, took out a quill and began to describe in detail what had happened, and, having objectively attached his guesses, walked straight to the back of the cathedral.

Here there is a confessional.

Although most of them were for ordinary believers, it did not prevent Sean, who was a clergyman, from using it, and when he entered the third room, Sean knocked on the wooden window on one side in a unique rhythm.

Under normal circumstances, there will be priests who listen to the confessions of believers.

The special case is some kind of debriefing.

Sean falls into the latter category.

Click.

The wooden windows are pushed open horizontally.

From Sean's point of view, nothing can be seen inside.

But Sean was already accustomed to this kind of reporting process, and threw Eitolin and his written records into the darkness together, as if throwing a letter into the mailbox.

There was no stagnation, and the parchment and paper were swallowed up by the darkness.

The wooden window closed again.

Sean didn't leave right away, but sat in the confessional room for a full fifteen minutes before pushing the door open.

This is also the rule.

In order not to be obtrusive.

The time for a confession is almost that long.

Special circumstances are of course the exception.

Sean didn't wander outside the cathedral any longer, he returned to his room again, resting while waiting for the next mission to show up.

……

The Marquis of Wharton kept his promise.

Just after noon, a large number of supplies were sent to the shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road.

This includes, but is not limited to, tents, cotton clothing, food, and plenty of clean water that are needed most.

The 'fog' believers in the shantytowns immediately took action.

Moments before nightfall, all the tents were erected and the bonfires were raised.

And the most exciting thing is the smell of food wafting from the iron pots on the bonfire.

Elle helped out with several of the women.

Hands and feet are nimble, and very careful to leave the best share for the people on duty.

No one objected to this.

More work and more rewards are recognized by everyone.

What's more, these people on duty are protecting them.

Sivalka, the temporary captain of the people on duty, even ate a chicken leg.

There wasn't much seasoning, but the stew was terrible, and with the steaming soup, it was delicious enough.

Especially when Ellie brought it to him, Sivalka's heart was warm.

"Delicious!"

Gobbling up his food, Siwalka said.

The chicken is served with porridge-like mashed potatoes, and it's delicious.

Some salty and spicy flavors inside made Sivalka feel the days of a mercenary.

I miss it a lot.

But he will not forget his immediate responsibilities because of nostalgia.

"Over to you, Ellie."

After handing the cutlery to Ellie, Sivalka stood up and looked at his men behind him.

The subordinates at this time are different from the few people in the morning.

Some church brethren joined in.

Suddenly, the number of guards exceeded thirty.

Enough to divide into 2-3 teams.

And most importantly: these church brethren brought weapons!

No more kitchen knives, sticks, and quick-break arquebuses.

Rather, it was a sword, a bow and an arquebus.

This gave Sivalka more confidence to protect Ellie.

"Alright, Captain."

The guards, who were mixed with the aborigines of the shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road and the young soldiers of the Sika Ring, stood up one after another.

They've had a break and dinner, and it's time to replace their colleagues.

Sivalka walked towards his own sentry first.

This is a 'watchtower' built in the afternoon from materials from the original ruins, of course, from the outside, it does not look like a watchtower at all, but it has the same function.

"Good dinner."

As soon as Sivalka climbed to the top of the ruins, Ederson twitched his nose.

The old witcher stretched and stood up, giving up his place to Sivalka.

As the two strongest in the temporary camp, there is no one more suitable to be a lookout than the two.

And for the work assigned to him, the old witcher didn't mind.

Trading labor for shelter and food is not against the rules of witchers.

What's more, he himself came to understand the 'fog'.

Nodding at the old witcher, Sivalka, who had said hello, began to scan the surroundings.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary, is it?"

Sivalka asked.

He knew very well that it would never end there.

That 'anomaly' seems to be over.

But what about the Temple of War, which suffered losses?

Naturally nothing will be done on the surface.

Sivalka, who served as a deacon in the Dark Hall, knew all too well the methods of the Temple of War.

Those people are far more paranoid, crazy, and...... Cruel.

Those guys don't care about morality or law.

All they care about is the glory of the god of war!

In order to maintain the glory of the god of war, they did everything.

For example: 'Explore' a camp with a concentration of pagans.

Even, many believers in the Temple of the God of War can't wait to do this.

Because, the God of War Temple, which has just been affected by the 'abnormal movement', desperately needs something to restore its glory.

The old witcher, who knew what Sivalka meant, said very simply.

"It's calmer than you thought."

However, just as the old witcher's voice fell, the old witcher's eyes looked high.

There, the firelight stood out in the night.

"Still, it looks like someone got our eye out for us!"

The old witcher judged.

"It's a business area close to the aristocratic quarter."

"It's also the place where the agents of the 'Holy Inquisition' of the Temple of War are most willing to gather."

Sivalka said.

"Between the commoner and the noble, like light and darkness?"

"After all these years, those guys still haven't changed."

"It's far less simple than the peeping and confusion of 'fog'."

The old witcher said with a sigh.

"See-through the confusion?"

"Yes."

"I'm in favor of this doctrine, and now I'm looking through my own confusion, and I know what I'm going to do now, and I want to protect the people I can protect."

"And pretty doctrinal, isn't it?"

"Maybe you think it's a coincidence."

"But I think it's amazing."

"You know, just over a day ago, I was a passable guy."

"The thing I look forward to the most is to come out and let off steam."

"And now I ......"

"I decided to take up my sword and fight anyone who came to protect Ellie."

Sivalka's eyes were gentle when he mentioned the little girl.

When did such tenderness begin?

Maybe it's the cup of hot water.

Or that scarf?

I don't remember.

Although it has only been a day, he only knows that it is the best to just watch Elle grow up safely, and then, watching Elle get married...... No, you can't simply hand over Elle, you have to pass his twelve tests!

In the afternoon, did a little kid keep staring at Ellie?

No way!

It's too dangerous!

I'll have to warn him in a moment!

Keep him away from my Ellie!

Sivalka's face suddenly changed when he thought of something.

His hand holding the sword clenched involuntarily.

Jean, who had been silently observing the old witcher, raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

The old witcher asked tentatively.

"Nothing, just thinking of something life-and-death matters."

Sivalka's gloomy face replied.

The old witcher shook his head, turned and prepared to leave.

He could smell the chicken.

It's been a long time since I've had dinner in a wilderness-like setting.

An inexplicable nostalgia appeared in the heart of the old witcher.

Also present are ......

Warning!

It was a feeling of instinct that fused with the intuition of a witcher who hovered on the verge of life and death all year round and those strange experiments.

It's complicated.

But accurate enough.

As a result, the three daggers shot out silently.

Burst!

Poof!

Three distinct sounds of metal sinking into the flesh rang out almost simultaneously.

The figure of the old witcher flashed and rushed into the distance.

Sivalka was a step late.

But it's not slow.

First, he sounded the 'alarm bell' made of iron plates, and then jumped down from the 'watchtower'.

He followed closely behind the old witcher.

When he arrived, he saw three corpses lying in the shadows, and the old demon hunter was carefully examining them.

"Any clues?"

Sivalka asked only when the old witcher stood up.

"Of course."

"I can smell them a kilometre away."

"Damn the 'Silent Night Secret Order'!"

The old witcher grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a hungry wolf who chooses to devour people.

That killing intent made Sivalka's scalp tingle for a while.

……

Silent Night Town, Council Chamber.

Gersack looked at Hollaika and Wolft with a sinking face.

"I said it, just surveillance!"

"Don't alarm him!"

Gersack said coldly.

Holleka didn't answer, just got down on one knee, apparently admitting her mistake.

Wolft on the side explained.

"My lord, that Ettolin is even more powerful than we thought, he should be the messenger of the powerful being we suspected, and he was able to borrow the power of that powerful being, and this is why he discovered us."

Wolft, who had just escaped, still had lingering palpitations at this time.

This is fully reflected in his face.

Because, his dodging of that scissor is not strength at all, but luck.

To put it simply, if the scissors were to shoot at him, he would have died at this time.

Wolft, who had just returned from the brink of death, was in a state of excitement even as an expatriate from the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

Therefore, he did not notice the strange light in the eyes of the Gersak Councillor.

And, just as Wolft was about to calm down, a rush of footsteps came from outside.