Chapter 602
"I’m so glad I followed you," Thesaya whispered with amusement.
Ian didn’t bother to respond, not even with a glance. His gaze was fixed on the boy, who had stopped before a crumbling house a short distance away.
"This way, Agent of the Saint." The boy slid aside what was barely more than a plank of wood serving as a door, then turned and bowed to Ian.
Ian finally looked his way. "Make sure no one comes inside."
As Thesaya and Declan nodded at his gaze, Ian stepped into the house.
Inside was just as bad as he’d expected. Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the roof, illuminating the filth within. The stench had already been assaulting his nose for a while.
If anyone’s healthy here, that’d be a real miracle.
Clicking his tongue, Ian approached the filthy bed where a gaunt, pale woman lay beneath a tattered sackcloth. Sensing his approach, her sunken eyelids fluttered open.
"Who... are you?"
"No need to know," Ian said, kneeling beside her.
The woman’s hazy gaze shifted past his shoulder to the boy standing against the wall.
"O Radiant Light. Save this woman," Ian murmured, placing his left hand on her forehead and bowing his head.