In the morning, near the City of Orlando, 10 days later.
A squad of 2nd Circle Knights headed inside the destroyed mansion of Count Werbner. The five 3rd Circle Knights and Mages looked vigilantly and searched around for any type of evidence.
"The necromancer was here about two months ago… Maybe more…'' The Court Mage's blue eyes gleamed as he used a spell and concluded.
Beside him, the beastkin adventurer suddenly teleported outside. She had an innate Lesser Teleportation skill. The old Grand Knight Rowan looked at her and asked, ''Anything?''
Ariel shook her head. ''We should leave it to the Exorcists.''
Long lines appeared on the Marquis' face as he sighed. Exorcists? The church had refused to send reinforcements despite knowing that their paladins had died here. They even dismissed what Gilbert said about the lurking evil in the dungeon.
Rowan found it odd. Ever since the Archbishop left, things were getting suspicious with the Holy Church.
