"Lord, why have you only returned now?" Dismas eagerly opened the door to welcome Lance inside. He had found it torturous to stay with several people of unknown identity without his Lord present to take charge.
Lance glanced around. The room was only so large: a woman holding a child sat on one side, the sheriff and a dog crouched on the other, a girl lay on the bed, and the captured bandit was tied up in a corner.
He understood the situation at a glance. Unlike Dismas, he wasn't embarrassed because he knew what each of these people needed.
"The evil cult in the town has been completely eradicated. Everyone can rest easy now."
As expected, this statement immediately dissolved the tense atmosphere. The woman, whose heart had felt suspended in anxiety, finally felt it settle.
But the sheriff had many questions he urgently needed answered, such as...
"Who exactly are you?"
