In the hallway of the temple, which was lit by torches under the night sky, a middle-aged man walked quickly toward the exit with a calm but serious expression.
A powerful aura was hidden within his body, one that, if released, could shake the air itself and fracture the very space around him.
Still, at this moment, there was a clear seriousness in his eyes, and a faint trace of anticipation. Naturally, this man was none other than Priest Morvain, the highest-ranking priest after the Grand Priest in the Crimson Temple.
It didn't take long before he left the temple and walked straight toward the house of the temple's saintess, Mirena. As for why he was heading there, it was simple, just half an hour ago, that girl had contacted him, her voice trembling as if she wanted to confess something.
He had been confused about why she sounded so frightened, but then realized she wanted to reveal the truth about the two young foreign men who had recently arrived in the city.
