But hidden within that rolled-up clothing was a short dagger coated in poison.
Piles of thatch near the bonfire looked like enormous piles of cow dung; in the darkness, it was hard to see the pairs of fierce eyes within.
"Quack quack quack quack~~"
From the north side, over by the chaotic burial area, a swath of camphor trees suddenly had a flurry of birds soar from it.
Despite it being nighttime.
The hidden sentries of the Demon Cult around the perimeter still noticed it.
"Coo coo coo..."
It sounded like the calls of partridges and pheasants.
The Demon Cult was skilled in the art of mimicking such sounds, which they made sound strikingly realistic, like they were ardently courting, filled with rhythm.
A group of people dressed in black coming from the north didn't notice anything unusual.
However,
after they heard the sounds of drinking and merrymaking from White Horse Manor, the three Protectors simultaneously stopped in alert almost at the same time.
