Chapter 217.2
They must know that their real enemies are elsewhere. The entity that turned their loved ones into monsters…
As he said this quietly, the gaze directed at me was gone as if to disappear.
I can still hear people screaming in the distance. I cannot stop all of them, but I know one way to stop it.
As I walked past Colette, who had turned over to leave the scene to find it, she blurted out.
“…I met the Ostole family once. …In retrospect, I wonder why he lived in the chapel near the cemetery and not in the mansion…”
“Well…”
I replied briefly to her words and turned to the chapel where she said she felt uncomfortable.
“This is…”
As we made our way to the chapel, the number of undead flooding the path gradually increased.
Either Colette was right, or she was setting me up… but I didn’t care. If the devil is there, the result is the same.
A horde of undead former inhabitants attacked me.
Crying faces, angry faces, suffering faces, cries for help.