Early the next morning, Vanessa returned to the ruins of the Divine Hall to keep cleaning, hoping to find something that hadn't been destroyed.
But she hadn't even started when Walter came rushing over, his expression panicked: "High Priest Vanessa, I need your help, it's urgent!"
Vanessa looked up, puzzled: "Mr. Walter, what's gotten you so worked up?"
"It's, it's…"
"No rush, just take your time. Want a drink?"
"No, thanks, whew, whew, it's—it's about the heretics!"
"Heretics?" Vanessa frowned. "What happened with the heretics?"
"The heretics escaped!"
Walter's face was flushed bright red: "Three of them knocked out my guards and took advantage of our carelessness to run away!"
Vanessa was full of question marks: "???"
She then gave him a look that screamed, "Are you serious right now?"
"Mr. Walter, are you joking? Those heretics were seriously injured by Hilia, and then tied up. How could they possibly escape?"
