News quickly spread about Seo Yuhui leaving the intensive care unit, but the Temple of Luxuria stayed silent. It seemed like it was just yesterday that they threw a fit about having to find the perpetrators, but they suddenly went silent, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on a sizzling grill.

It was rather suspicious given that the timing coincided with the news report published by the Assassins’ Guild, and anyone who was at least a little knowledgeable in the ways of Paradise would know that some sort of scheming was involved, but no one dared to say anything so rashly.

The Temple of Luxuria was an organization of healing Priests and was the second most powerful union after the Magician’s Guild. No one wanted to be on their bad side, and justifiably so.

Their influence was so great that even the Assassins’ Guild feared them, not publishing the fact that they tried to take Seol Jihu forcefully.

Of course, people even cursed their own countries if no one was watching, so it wasn’t as if no one was voicing a word of complaint.

“I just don’t understand that noonim.”

Jang Maldong glanced at Chohong, who was sitting on the couch, constantly grumbling and smoking.

“If she’s up, she should have learned what happened. Shouldn’t she take necessary measures to fix this situation? It’s not like we’ve known each…

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