Chapter 50 - 35: The Troubles of the Blood Clan (3) (Second Update)_2
As for Jones...
He thought today might be better, but no, reality had other plans—it was worse than yesterday!
The good news? It’s Sunday, so they went to the church for service, which meant no more wearing armor and baking under the sun.
The bad news? In its infinite wisdom to showcase "divine glory," the church had generously installed massive floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows. The lighting was so good it felt no different from being outdoors. Oh, and the statues—especially the centerpiece one with that sleazy little smirk!
It felt as though the statue was saying, "Child, I see right through you. You’re from the Blood Clan, aren’t you? No worries, come bask in the purity of the Holy Spirit and feel the warmth of love!"
This world is truly insane; even the divine seems sleazy.
Gray and the Black Cat were busy chattering away. Technically, members of the Blood Clan are half-undead and can’t fully understand feline speech, but meows? Those they can definitely hear. After all, even Shelley could hear them, couldn’t she?
But Jones was far too miserable to care about cat noises. His entire body ached with chills, cold sweat dripped down his back, and he was as weak as a wilted flower. He didn’t even have the strength to spare a thought.
In a low voice, he turned to Gray and murmured, "I’m not feeling well. I want to go back."
"Not feeling well?" Gray glanced toward Shelley.
"I’ll go get a doctor to take a look at him."