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Chapter 486

Day 109 – Nighttime, the Theocracy, a Certain Town’s Temple

Though it should have been a great nation of magic tools, the cathedral was dark, with not even magical lighting, only a few candles flickered, casting shifting shadows on stone walls steeped in history. Strangely, outside there was a festival-like clamor, people going in and out of the Church, a noisy atmosphere filling the city. Come to think of it, the soldiers who had been blown away and toyed with, Middle-Aged Man included, were being beaten senseless one by one by the townsfolk. Was this place some kind of dangerous battle-royale city? Going out seems risky!

And the old Archbishop was once again reading the letter, furrows etched between his brows, a gentle face now lined with distress. Wh-what, a chain letter, if you don’t send it to 100 people you’ll be cursed!? A postal trap! He read it carefully, breaking