Sheriff Galpin looked at all the officers who were being evacuated in numerous previously prepared ambulances, and only God knows what each of them had faced.
The police had done their job of keeping the forest free of civilians, but they themselves, who had been listening to the gunfire, did not really know what was happening.
When Jonathan came out, he went straight to his vehicle. The last thing he needed was to give anyone explanations. Father Doug would handle all these media problems, while the cleanup was left in the hands of the Order.
Wednesday, who was in the car, looked at Jonathan and said: "Good job."
"Of course it wasn't, many good people died."
"But in the end, you won, that's what matters." Wednesday handed Jonathan a blank sheet of paper and said: "A strange person will appear a few kilometers ahead. I don't know him, but it seems he knows you quite well."
"Man or woman?" Jonathan became alert. Whatever Wednesday had seen really worried him.
"He's an old man."
Jonathan nodded, looked at the details, and asked directly: "What's the report?"
"Of the 35 officers involved, 6 died and 15 were injured. The people who died in the end were all assisted by you in their last moments of life." Father Doug informed him of the mission's statistics.
These numbers were not bad—not for a class five dark entity.
Jonathan seemed relieved, and although he did not have a close relationship with the officers who had died, he still felt quite bad for each of the people who had perished today.
For him, it would be disrespectful to show pity for an officer's death, as it would demean their sacrifice.
"Their deaths will be honored, let's keep working." Jonathan said, but at that moment three black vehicles blocked their path.
Father Doug immediately reported: "Prepare your weapons, possible enemy attack."
Jonathan didn't have a large escort, so he would have problems if someone decided to attack at that moment.
Fortunately, Jonathan was a simple man, so he said: "I'll take care of it."
When Jonathan stepped out, his agents did too, and from the other side, men in suits with assault rifles got out.
Then, a white-haired man emerged from the back of a vehicle.
"Blocking my path is a crime, is there a special reason for this?" Jonathan could not recognize him, but he felt he was strong.
"Enrico Maxwell, don't you remember me?" Enrico showed a severe expression when he realized the rumors were true: Jonathan Belmont had lost his memory.
"Should I?"
"You're an idiot. How you ended up this way—I imagine you barely made it out alive from that fight… It doesn't matter, I'm taking care of finding those responsible." Enrico said, shaking his head.
"He is the leader of Section Iscariot, a secret branch of the Vatican tasked with eliminating supernatural threats. From what I saw in my vision, he is protecting you from a corrupt branch of the church. I think he's someone you can trust." Wednesday appeared beside Jonathan and told him more about what she had seen.
"What is such a distinguished figure doing in a small town like this?" Jonathan asked, stepping just a few meters closer to Enrico, who held a high rank in the Vatican.
Enrico looked at Jonathan, and seeing all those wounds, said: "Looks like they wiped the floor with you. I can say a class five dark entity wasn't an exaggeration, but you've violated the rules by delaying that information to the church."
"For now my relationship with the Church is very distant. I think you understand my point better than anyone." Jonathan said, taking advantage of the information he had gotten from Wednesday. At this moment, he trusted her blindly and hoped not to be disappointed.
"So you didn't lose all your memories after all…"
"Tell the Church that when I can't do my job, which is eliminating evil dark entities, then I'll call them. I've never failed a mission since I can remember. Do you think I need your supervision?" Jonathan did not show weakness before the man who was possibly the most powerful in the world.
"You are a Regent of the Order. These regulations cannot be overlooked. If you fail, thousands of people in this city would die, and the next day we would have to explain to the world our ineptitude in facing threats." Enrico questioned Jonathan's methods of eliminating dark entities.
He had flown in as soon as he learned that a class five entity was active in Jericho. Fortunately, this dark entity wasn't disaster-class or this town would not exist.
"You're lucky that this dark entity only focused on minor targets. If it hadn't, this town would be destroyed right now." Enrico said as he adjusted himself and smiled perversely.
Jonathan signaled with his hands, and a group of agents unloaded a silver box long enough to hold the wooden sword.
"I handed it over to Slenderman. I couldn't kill him because he, being such an idiot, manipulated the girls I was using as bait…"
Jonathan wasn't moved by these scoldings because he couldn't say anything about it.
Enrico walked over to the silver box and murmured: "Do you plan to use the school of outcasts to create your own force? That's a good idea, but the Church is watching you."
"What do you mean by that?" Jonathan didn't know if it was good or bad news.
"Finish what you're doing in this town and take foreign missions as soon as possible. The world is not reduced to just one country." These were Enrico's last words before leaving.
"Don't trust them, free will, remember."
Enrico had arrived in this city with his agents thinking he would be fighting a battle. Fortunately, Jonathan had been able to contain the threat.
This time he would let it pass, but such mistakes are punished very harshly.
A pity that Jonathan is indispensable to humanity.
Jonathan, who watched the cars drive away, furrowed his brow and murmured: "I need to rest…"