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Vivian continued holding onto Mrs. Belfair's hair with her left hand as she dragged her through the streets.
Earlier, when they stepped out of the Adventurer's Guild building and walked in the public streets, the old woman tried to struggle and cry out for help. But after noticing that no one dared to even lift a finger, including the Guards, she eventually gave up resisting.
In the eyes of the people, the situation was too complicated.
Aside from Vivian being a Priestess, both she and Mrs. Belfair were women. Had Vivian been a man and Mrs. Belfair still a woman, there would still have been some leeway. The only person or people they could think of who could "safely" get in between them was another member of the Temple of Priests or someone on the of an Aristocratic Noble at the very least.
"YOU! STOP! LET GO OF OUR MOTHER!" a male voice shouted.
Vivian stopped and turned to face the person who shouted.
There were three men.
The first one was in his early 40s with a Gold I Rank pendant around his neck. He was wearing a gold-colored breastplate engraved with Runes, leather paddings, and had a belt pouch around his waist, but wasn't carrying any weapons.
The second one was in his late 30s. He didn't have an Adventurer pendant around his neck, he was wearing an expensive-looking set of civilian clothing, and he had a sword on his hand.
And the third one was in his early 30s. He had a Gold I Rank pendant around his neck, he was wearing a gold-colored breastplate engraved with Runes, leather paddings, a belt pouch, and had two long curved daggers on his hands.
Mrs. Belfair's eyes widened.
"My sons...!"
When the three men saw their mother's face covered in tears, snot and other bodily fluids, the faces of the son in his early 40s and the son in his early 30s immediately twisted with murderous intent.
Meanwhile, the son in his late 30s who wasn't carrying any weapons, his face twisted for a moment before wearing back a normal expression and stepping forward.
"Honored Priestess, what has our poor and old mother done to deserve such treatment?"
Vivian glanced at the son in his early 40s and the son in his early 30s.
Gold I Rank Adventurers...
She focused on the son in his early 30s.
But only this one is carrying a weapon...
She focused on the son in his early 40s.
Is this person like a mage or something...?
She then focused on the son in his late 30s.
This one I'm not sure what's his story...
He isn't wearing any gear except for the sword on his hand...
And his clothes look expensive...
"She's suspected of being a demon-worshipper!" Vivian answered loudly to make sure that everyone around watching heard her. "And as a Priestess, a devoted follower of the Temple of Priests who serves the God of Light, it is my solemn duty to protect humanity and this world from such heretics!"
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