This was a secret conversation. There were soldiers guarding outside the soundproof room. With the secret implementation of the Purge Agency, this action did not attract anyone's attention. This would be a win-win situation. The exiles would get a strong boost, the Purge Agency would be able to confirm the unknown intelligence, and the Duke of Salicado would be able to officially come into contact with this dark world.
People will pursue danger and are willing to put themselves in danger for the feeling that makes their hearts beat wildly.
"So, all of this is true, and the evangelical church didn't lie to us, right?"
Galahad's emotions fluctuated slightly. His worst suspicion was confirmed, and even he was a little dazed.
I originally thought this was a conspiracy of the evangelical church, but I never thought it was a real reality.
Shermans nodded. Although he had no idea what the man in the photo had to do with all this, he still spoke seriously.
"Although I am very old, my memory has not declined. I remember him. They usually guard the Cathedral of St. Naro and sometimes guard us cardinals. I have a deep impression of him."
"Is that so?"
Galahad kept Shermans' answer in mind. Although he had experienced so much, he suddenly looked back and realized that this was a huge trap from the beginning.
"I will report this to Arthur in secret. Next... Next..."
Not knowing the truth is terrifying. As one of those who knows the truth, Galahad feels a huge sense of crisis, which is far more terrifying than that of Dean Lawrence.
"How are you?"
Shermans asked, looking at Galahad who looked slightly in pain.
"I'm fine."
Although he wanted to express it this way, because of the strange feeling, Galahad's voice was a little loud, like a roar.
Galahad calmed down as much as he could, and after a long pause, he spoke slowly.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
"It's okay. I'm used to it. There are many demon hunters like you in the Seven Hills."
"Demon hunter?"
Galahad was a little surprised, "I'm not a witcher."
"Of course I know. I mean, many demon hunters are in the same situation as you."
Shermans recalled.
"Forbidden blood flows in the bodies of demon hunters. Even though they are bound by the Silver Bolt, many demon hunters still go to destruction."
He looked at Galahad with some pity. In his eyes, this skinny man was just like those former witchers.
"The demon hunters did not have a good end. Their wills gradually aged, but the boiling secret blood became more and more intense. They were tortured by the uncontrollable secret blood. If they continue to let it go, only terrible demons will be born."
“How did you handle it?”
Galahad asked curiously.
This is a blind spot that the Purification Agency has never touched upon. Since the development of the Evangelical Church, there should have been countless demon hunters, but no one knows their fate.
"I only know a rough idea. Although I am a cardinal, you can see that I don't have much power. Compared to Miguel, I am just a filler, exercising my voting rights when I have nothing to do."