Chapter 145: Chapter 149: Behind the Curtain
The community church, apparently abandoned for countless years on the outside, was brightly lit and clean inside. At the same time, in Duncan’s eyes, the brightly lit interior was distinctly overlaid with a dilapidated scene as if “another reality.”
It gave Duncan a feeling that this small church seemed like an “erroneous space” superimposed upon reality or a forgotten place stuck in the cracks of time and space. Two entirely opposite histories had once intersected here, yet the church remained at the point of intersection, its internal time having never moved forward since then.
It had neither been destroyed nor survived that great fire.
Then… did the nun who stayed alone in this church know anything?
“It’s been a long time since anyone has visited this church,” the nun in the black priestly robe repeated softly again, smiling as she lifted her head, her gaze seemingly passing through Sherry and Duncan standing in front of her, “Where do you come from? Strange faces… You aren’t residents here, are you?”
Before her was a bright and warm scene, yet Sherry suddenly shrank her neck under the nun’s smiling gaze, inexplicably feeling a chill and nervously whispering to Duncan, “I… I feel weird about this place… It looks so dilapidated from outside, but inside…”
Duncan didn’t respond, merely patting Sherry’s shoulder casually. From the girl’s reaction, he guessed she could probably only see one “side” of the church, likely the side that wasn’t destroyed. But now he didn’t know how to explain his guess to Sherry—would releasing the Abyssal Hound now allow it, with its “eyes,” to see the true situation here?
However, it was better not to let Sherry rashly summon the Abyssal Hound until he understood more about the nun’s background.
“We’re just passing through,” Duncan said calmly to the nun, as if he was just a normal visitor to the church, “Have you always been here?”
“I? I’ve always lived in this church,” the nun nodded gently, “I’ve always been here praying to the great existence.”
“But people in the district say that the nun of the church hasn’t been back for a long time,” Duncan said, observing the nun’s reaction, “They say the church has been neglected, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.”
The nun listened quietly to Duncan’s words, yet there was no strong reaction, as if her heart had eternally calmed.
She just showed a faint smile, “Oh, is that so, but I’ve always been here… Perhaps they’ve forgotten the days of prayer and mistakenly thought the church was closed.”
Duncan neither agreed nor disagreed, but he had already confirmed that not only the church but even the entire Sixth District outside had issues.