The brilliance of the sunset flickered in the evening breeze, and a vine leaf spiraled through the tower-like skylight, landing on Jilo's forehead.
Jilo brushed the leaf away, stroking his stubbly chin, looking haggard as if he had fallen seriously ill.
Ever since he was kidnapped by the villagers of Red Mill Village from Holy Grail Mountain to Gulag Monastery, he had been imprisoned in this abandoned turret.
As if he had been forgotten by everyone.
There's food, there's clothing, but all day long there are few people to talk to.
Only during breakfast and dinner, when that young Pope Guard waits for him to finish eating and collects his wooden bowls and plates, can he chat for half an hour.
Life like this is truly unbearable.
Jilo could almost envision the future—mad Tree Hedge Village yokels exterminated by the Church, the Church discovering his existence, uncovering his false identity, and then sending him back to Demon Hunter Castle.
