On the bell tower of the church deep in the night, the cold wind rushed in through the window.
Losa leaned on the window, his black cloak blown high by the wind, revealing the dragon head emblem embroidered with gold thread.
He looked down at the man approaching slowly, glancing back at every step he took in the night.
Sneaky, indeed he seemed to harbor malicious intent.
"Sir, you are right, his target is indeed the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral."
Anahad's face was grave as he continued, "This time, we absolutely cannot let him escape again, let's move now!"
"Hmm, okay, but you go first."
Anahad was taken aback, puzzled, "Just me alone?"
Losa nodded, "Didn't you say he's not your match? Show me the skills of you demon hunters."
As someone who was always cautious, he rarely rushed in headlong when he wasn't sure of an enemy's strength.
Just in case this demon hunter actually contained an abyssal demon, he'd be in serious trouble without Jeanne by his side.
