Simon was stunned.
He opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words.
It was true.
To those on the brink of starvation, the "Holy Water" that could fill their bellies and make them forget their suffering was a lifeline. Anyone who dared take away their food would become their enemy.
"Then... then what do we do?" Simon looked at Velin helplessly. "Are we just going to watch them turn the entire city's population into insects?"
"Of course not."
Velin pulled a rolled-up parchment from his sleeve and slapped it against Simon's broad chest.
"You don't need a blade to kill. Use this."
Simon fumbled to catch the parchment and unrolled it.
By the dim candlelight, he saw it was covered in dense script.
It wasn't a call to arms.
Nor was it evidence exposing the truth.
But a collection of... stories?
[SHOCKING! The Midnight Screams of the Grand Cathedral—Why Did a Slimy Tentacle Emerge from Under the Bishop's Robes?]
