The setting sun of the evening was drawing back its last ray of light. The dim sky was gradually revealing speckles of starlight, everything seemed so peaceful, as if the recent farce had never occurred.
Of course, this wasn't really the case. It's just that Motan, who was standing not far from Pato City, couldn't hear the noise and clamor of the city. The impact of the Heretical Church event on this small city was comparable to an earthquake. It was impossible to settle down in a short time, and with time pushing forward, a large number of related parties might come here to gather information or take advantage of the situation.
So, there's no reason to stay here anymore...
"Besides, I should have caught the attention of those priests by now," Motan chuckled, "Even though they might not pay too much attention to a minor figure like me, or they might not care at all from the start. But perhaps I should keep a low profile for now..."
