A strong stench of blood filled his nostrils, causing Bishop Fernanco, who had just stepped into the room, to instinctively furrow his brows and display a serious expression.
As someone who had personally been to the battlefield and who still adheres to the creed of the War God, assisting local pioneering knights to eliminate monsters every year, he was all too familiar with this aura.
The other two priests in the room noticed the arrival of the District Bishop and quickly and silently stepped aside. Fernanco's gaze moved past them, slowly sweeping over the spacious priest Resting Room.
The scene in the room was clear at a glance—bed, table, and chairs were arranged as usual. On the north side, against the wall, there was a shrine symbolizing the War God. On the floor in front of the shrine was a large pool of blood that had not yet fully coagulated, and in the center of the blood pool was a mass of flesh so mixed that its original shape was completely unrecognizable.
