"I've noticed you before," "Moli" said with a smile. "When you came to the Mayor's house to listen to stories, I had already noticed you... Your gaze is very much like mine. You seem... like someone who has been through the same experiences as me."
"Swish!" Su Ming'an sliced through the incoming sticks with his sword and stabbed into the heart of a townfolk, swiftly withdrawing his blade as blood splattered onto his face. He slightly closed his eye to prevent the blood from blurring his vision.
Leaning against the wall, "Moli" slowly stood up, her face still flush as if she hadn't fully recovered, and her eyes gleamed more vividly as she watched this scene that she alone directed. "My dear townfolk told me that travelers seem to target you—they are jealous of you, jealous of all the faith you possess, jealous of your differences from them, jealous of all the 'heresies' that differ from theirs—just as I once suffered."
