“What’s your name, stranger?”
“Will you believe me if I tell you?”
“Judging by your attitude, I doubt it. But go ahead, I’ll listen.”
“Order of St. John Knights.”
“What?”
The Miao tribe woman’s eyes widened. She quickly glanced around the door. There was no sign of anyone else listening. The Miao tribe woman narrowed her eyes.
“Baltazar. No need to know the surname.”
“What do you mean by coming here so openly?”
The woman, looking quite intimidated but speaking sharply, said. Her eyes turned fierce.
“You come here and make such a scene right away! Even coming directly to our secret base! I’ve already submitted the monthly report! My life is on the line here too!”
Even in the Temple of the Gods, there are spies of heretical faiths and traitors within the Church. The corruption of demons is something that can never be eradicated. But conversely.
But there must also be spies within the demonic sects. Sects that cannot be wiped out at once or are better left alone for the time being.
[De’Karaz Swarm]. A massive demonic faction operating from the Southern Jungle to the Western Great Wilderness, and as far as the Sultanate of Kirazat.
They are not the kind to disappear just by uprooting one branch.
According to memories from a past life, during the early days of the Great War, a branch of the De’Karaz Swarm suddenly betrayed them, causing a significant shock to the rear.
At that time, the betraying branch had joined hands with the 3rd Anti-Crusade led by Lord Baelston.
Considering that the 3rd Anti-Crusade was made up of remnants of the fallen Order of St. John Knights, the leader of that betraying branch must have had some connection with the Order of St. John Knights.
The question was when they joined hands.
Fernandez laughed as he dipped bread into a soup laced with drugs. Seeing this, Fesit gave a strange smile.
“That soup is probably poisoned, right?”
Is he trying to threaten me with an antidote? Fernandez took a big bite of the bread upon hearing that.
“I know. It’s Maksancho, right?”
“…You knew and still ate it?”
“If you’re going to poison suspicious people next time, at least refine it. You know alchemy, old woman.”
Fesit frowned at Fernandez’s tone.
She slowly raised her tail and rang a bell. With a quick sound, a rogue man entered.
“Karl. Take the children away.”
“B-Bishop. Is that really okay?”
“Yes. This person is indeed from our sect. Go ahead.”
“Yessir! Oh, brother. Excuse me… huh? You shouldn’t eat that!”
“It’s fine. Go.”
The rogue man left the room with a puzzled expression. The surroundings fell silent. Only then did Fesit bow her head deeply and whisper.
“Seeing you take such risks, there must be something important, right?”
“I want to meet the lizard guys.”
“Dremdrizad? Those lunatics? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Isn’t this our first meeting today? Thanks for the concern.”
Fesit made a face as if she was annoyed to d*ath, then soon chuckled. After all, what does it matter where this man gets his guts torn out and dies?
“Alright. I’ll tell you. Go to Market Street 15 and find Jason, the slave trader. He supplies ritual sacrifices to Dremdrizad. Don’t step on any tails, we’ll pretend we don’t know anything.”
“I don’t prefer such complicated methods…”
“I really don’t know more than that! They’re real lunatics, we couldn’t even get detailed information on them. If things go wrong, they’ll slit your belly and offer you as a sacrifice…”
Were they really that extreme? They were indeed a bit extreme for a sect… Fernandez frowned.
“They still have influence after doing such things?”
“This is just a rumor I heard…”
Fesit lowered her voice even more.
“They say even the patrol captain has turned to them. They also say that recent disappearances are their doing… An Inquisition Officer caught a whiff of it recently…”
An Inquisition Officer? As Fernandez was startled, Fesit giggled.
“Yes, an Inquisition Officer. Scary, right? Anyway. One Inquisition Officer disguised himself and infiltrated. He asked the patrol captain for support… and that was the end.”
Fesit made a throat-slitting gesture. For the barbaric heteromorphic races, even within the same civilized society, Inquisition Officers were objects of contempt and fear.
As a Miao tribeswoman and the leader of a heretical branch, she didn’t hide her disgust.
“That patrol captain… what’s his name?”
“Baron Baelus Sebastian.”
-Bang!
Fernandez hurriedly stood up, hitting the wooden table with his thigh. Fesit jumped back in surprise.
“W-What’s wrong, Bishop?”
“Ah, nothing. It’s fine.”
Fesit pushed away the rogue man who had rushed in and looked at Fernandez with a bewildered expression. Fernandez’s face, which had been calm all along, had stiffened.
“What’s wrong?”
“A brother from the Order went to meet him.”
“Oh… I’ll pray for his soul.”
“d*mn it. Where is the captain’s mansion?”
“To the right of the central fountain in the plaza. It’s the gate with the lion statue.”
As Fernandez hurriedly put on his coat to leave, Fesit gently grabbed his sleeve.
“I get that you’re going to d*e, but answer me one thing.”
“What is it?”
“How is Severus doing? He hasn’t replied to my letters for a while…”
Fesit’s eyes turned sweet. The beautiful turquoise eyes unique to the Miao tribe softened. Fernandez was just bewildered.
“…Severus?”
“Ah, look at me. My apologies.”
Fesit took Fernandez’s attitude as a rebuke for her rudeness. She cleared her throat and cautiously asked.
“Sir Severus Baelston.”
“Sir Baelston…”
