As Alexander stabilized people's hearts, Cyclone also yawned peacefully.

Perhaps last night was too intense, as Cyclone felt a bit tired shortly after getting up.

Feeling exhausted, of course, called for comfort from his wife.

While thinking about going to the office later to find Hilmirya, the people in the temple began shouting.

"What? Do nothing at all?!"

It seemed like Alexander said something that left everyone in the temple puzzled.

"Let me speak first."

Amidst the murmurs and discussions among the people, the high priest finally spoke up.

"This is clearly a premeditated plan, a continuous conquest of four sanctuaries cannot be explained as impulsive."

"So, are you saying the fighting was arranged by them too?"

"Yes."

Although Cyclone did not involve himself much in Kakarl's affairs, he roughly understood what they were talking about.

In simple terms, Kakarl had twelve sanctuaries to worship the twelve great guardians of the past.

In the past, they each made different contributions to safeguard the people and assist the Great Dragon's kitchen when the Great Dragon arrived.

But now, due to a large-scale fighting incident last night, the heretics took advantage of the chaos and captured four of the twelve sanctuaries.

Yes, not just one, but four.

The first one was too sudden for everyone to react in time.

Just when they thought it was over, the heretics launched successive attacks and took down three more sanctuaries at different locations in Kakarl.

After a lightning-fast assault, they continued to occupy those areas.

In theory, the Water Cult should have sent out a large number of temple guards to quell this unrest.

However, Alexander just proposed a plan that left everyone puzzled, which was to temporarily ignore it.

Naturally, everyone objected upon hearing this.

Even though it was the time of the Great Dragon's festival, and they shouldn't cause chaos unnecessarily, they couldn't just let the heretics occupy the sanctuaries either.

Seeing the reactions of the people, the calm Cyclone thought of something.

Besides the bones, the sanctuaries might also contain other valuable items.

Otherwise, why would these influential people be so nervous about those corpses?

Cyclone nudged the temple guard next to him with his elbow and casually asked, pretending to be familiar.

"Hey, Uncle, are there any valuable items in the sanctuaries?"

The temple guard, an uncle and a proper supporting role, glanced at Cyclone and then back to the front.

"What?! You're really going to ignore me?!"

Normally, in such a serious situation, the uncle would not interrupt.

Since he was on duty, he should focus on his position.

Even if the person was an official standing in the corner doing nothing, he shouldn't get distracted by chatting.

However, seeing the uncle's loyalty, Cyclone took out the secret sword he had taken from Eileen in the morning.

It was a living weapon, originally intended to guide Hilmirya later, but Cyclone now pointed it at the uncle.

"Hehehe~ are you really ignoring me?"

The uncle sweated nervously and said, "Each of the twelve sanctuaries stores the remains of the twelve great individuals... and their burial items."

"Oh, burial items?"

"Yes, some of these items hold great power, known as 'Holy Relics.'"

"I see~"

"I, I only know this much..."

It seemed the uncle was really scared, never expecting to be pointed at by a young man with a secret sword in his middle age.

Fortunately, Cyclone didn't have that kind of preference; otherwise, this skill of using the secret sword for gathering information would turn into a horrifying voyeur technique.

After understanding the situation, Cyclone put away the secret sword and turned his gaze back to the end of the temple.