A few hours later, in the early evening.
As Nate walked to a specific house in the Sect of Hedon while hugging his arms for warmth, he wondered why he had gotten stuck with this duty.
Every month, on a specific day, one of those who were employed by the Sect to handle miscellaneous matters had to stand outside this certain house and make sure that no one entered the vicinity.
It was a boring job, but it paid well. All he had to do was stand, and shoo away the sect members.
If he had known that it was the sect leader who was inside the house overgrown with creepers, he would definitely have taken the job more seriously.
Ashahell was kneeling on the ground in front of a painting.
'Photos' weren't a thing in Angaria, but top-level mages with their amazingly sharp brain could reproduce any sight in minutes on a canvas, provided they were at least a little talented in the area.
In the photo were a smiling couple holding a baby boy, who was wrapped in a red blanket.
