After listening to Greens’s instructions, the assassins chuckled, their expressions dismissive.
They were Azure Gold Assassins of the Moon Shadow Society, no weaker than Judgment Executors. If they attacked from the shadows, they would even have the upper hand.
So they didn’t take this matter to heart and instead said to Greens.
“You make sure you don’t get exposed. When we come out of the secret passage, we’ll need your support.”
“No problem.”
Greens nodded, his expression still that calm demeanor.
“Next, let me go over the details…”
The two groups began coordinating the plan, unaware of Eleanor hiding in the shadows.
This young woman had just arrived. With Spark’s reconnaissance, she quickly noticed something amiss.
After sneaking in, she witnessed the Moon Shadow Society assassins colluding with this church’s priest.
“Tsk, tsk…” Eleanor muttered inwardly.
‘I really didn’t expect that this priest, with his honest-looking face, would actually take bribes from the assassins.’
And judging by the situation, this wasn’t the first time they had colluded.
The earlier infiltrations by Moon Shadow Society assassins must have involved the priest’s interference.
“I doubt Anderson ever imagined there would be a mole inside the Temple Knights.”
Spark said, crossing her arms.
“Good thing we passed by here, or we would’ve been set up.”
Eleanor had just finished cleaning Anderson’s bedroom and came here purely by chance.
If not for Spark, she wouldn’t have discovered this.
“What’s the plan, Ainola? What are you going to do?”
Only Eleanor could hear Spark’s voice, so there was no problem with her speaking.
As for Eleanor, she could only respond in sign language.
“Three Azure Gold Assassins, very strong. I can’t beat them.”
Eleanor’s specialty was assassination; her direct combat strength wasn’t strong.
She understood that her chances of winning against these three Azure Gold Assassins were low, but they couldn’t do anything to her either.
When it came to escaping, Eleanor was quite confident.
“Then it’s troublesome.”
Spark said dejectedly.
“In your current position, you have no way to tip off Anderson.”
“Indeed.”
As Spark said, she could only watch for now.
Given Eleanor’s identity, she basically couldn’t get involved in such shady dealings.
Most importantly, even if she wanted to take photos as evidence… it was impossible.
After all, Eleanor was just an ordinary nun; she wouldn’t be climbing up to the roof beams.
After thinking it over, Eleanor decided to just keep eavesdropping, stay aware, and be prepared later.
If they were going to assassinate Anderson, knowing their plan, she could help him out.
“On the surface, the Shrine has only one entrance, but I’ve discovered a hidden backup passage in the tool room behind the Shrine. Once you go in, I’ll be outside to support you.”
Greens said calmly, and the assassins nodded in satisfaction after hearing that.
No one wanted to risk testing the Shrine’s frontal defenses; taking a side route was naturally better.
“A pleasure cooperating with you, Father Greens. Just wait here for our good news.”
After the assassins finished laughing, Greens said.
“Don’t forget the payment I asked you for.”
“The little boy you requested—we’ve already found a suitable candidate. There’s a decent young man at the North City Orphanage, named George, I believe. I’m sure you’ll like him.”
With that, the assassins burst into laughter, until Greens coughed twice and said.
“Keep it down. It’ll be trouble if someone’s outside.”
“Relax. With our perception, even if a fly passed by, we’d hear it clearly.”
Compared to Eleanor, the assassins displayed not confidence but arrogance.
Soon, they disappeared into the shadows.
After confirming they were gone, Eleanor, who had been watching, darkened her expression, clearly in a bad mood.
She hadn’t wanted to get involved in this, but helplessly, they had mentioned something they shouldn’t have.
That was the North City Orphanage.
As mentioned before, the contact person donated much of his earnings to the children of the orphanage.
And that orphanage was the one in the North City.
She never expected such a coincidence in the world—or rather, such a disgusting person.
Pedophilia was illegal, even if his preference was little boys.
“The ancients were right: you can’t judge a book by its cover. This priest looks so upright, but behind the scenes, he’s into this. Disgusting.”
Even Spark made a spitting sound, then asked Ainola.
“So? Are you going to kill him now?”
“Not yet,”
Eleanor shook her head and said.
“Acting on impulse now will only hinder the work later. Besides, killing a priest isn’t difficult. There will be plenty of chances later.”
In Eleanor’s view, since the priest was going to support these assassins, and she now knew their meeting point, everything was easier.
Once she got the Eye of Wite, killed the priest, and sealed the secret passage, those assassins wouldn’t be able to leave the Shrine.
If she was in a better mood, she could seal a few poison gas bombs inside and make them learn what human malice was.
“Let’s go back first. I’ll prepare the final equipment.”
***
By 3:00 PM, Eleanor followed Anderson into the core area of the Temple Knights.
Due to a confidentiality agreement, Eleanor’s eyes were blindfolded, and she couldn’t see anything along the way.
Anderson said to the tense young woman.
“Don’t panic. Just stay calm.”
To Anderson, Eleanor was just an ordinary nun facing this situation for the first time, so she would naturally be a bit nervous.
“It’s fine. As long as I can hear the Chief Justice’s voice, I feel reassured.”
Eleanor’s childlike, trusting smile looked like an angel’s to Anderson.
And that smile was sincere, with no trace of pretense.
“Just wait a little longer. We’ll be there soon.”
“Mm.”
Eleanor gripped Anderson’s hand tightly. Since she couldn’t see, he had been leading her the whole way.
The young man’s hand was rough, covered in scars and calluses of various sizes.
Probably from years of swordsmanship training.
But to Eleanor, it felt very reassuring—like a father’s hand, making one want to lean on it involuntarily.
And for Anderson… Eleanor’s hand felt so soft that he couldn’t help but say a bit apologetically.
“Sorry, my hand might be a bit scratchy. Did it hurt you?”
Ainola replied like an angel,
“Because I like you, so this little thing doesn’t matter.”