The bishop turned his head in astonishment.
All he saw, in the night, were three blurry figures walking out from the corner of the village. One was tall, the other two short. They stopped not far away, smiling, and looking to the crowd of the Church's people with slightly mischievous expressions.
The priests were forced to stop advancing in attack.
"That's..."
After ascertaining, the Bishop realized, in utmost shock, that the three opposite of them were the captives they had brought onto the ship with them— the three young people who had come from the cult, causing the octopus attacking their ships to retreat, and were finally tricked by the bishop to go aboard the ship, and even forced by them to point out the sea routes.
As though a cold bucket of water had been poured onto him, the bishop's excitement disappeared instantly. At that moment, he even thought that he had come up with some illusions, and his right hand, which was holding on tightly to the cross, suddenly trembled.
