"Creak~"
At this moment, inside the shrine.
The wooden panels shattered by An Le earlier fell heavily from the second floor, landing on the sand and stone surface of the courtyard, creating uneven marks on the ground.
Above the debris, a shadow slowly loomed, it was the assassin who came to hunt Yan Huan and Sakuragi Hitomi.
This was a middle-aged man with some wrinkles on his face.
He examined the wooden debris on the ground, then glanced up at the hole smashed open on the second floor, showing a hint of confusion on his face.
The irregular hole on the edge, even with all his experience, he couldn't tell what caused it.
Sniff sniff~
As he examined the large hole on the second-floor wall, his nose twitched slightly, instantly catching a fishy scent, like seafood.
So, he quickly lowered his head to look at the wooden debris on the ground.
He saw it was smeared with some unknown translucent mucus.
"..."
What is this?
