Arc 3, Chapter 194—Enter Notchra.
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My, my, my~
The world sure had changed since the last time he walked across its blood-soaked veins.
Fufufufufu~
In a priestly robe with 2 wooden rosaries over his neck and another wrapped around his right hand, stood a man who looked more troublesome than Holy. He wore sandals that seemed not to pick up the first, as he transverse through a vast plain of vines—vines the size of trees, wrapped and coiled all over the ground wherever he walked.
These vines had hearts of their own, as they throbbed and heated rhythmically to their own beat. Father Notchra took out a thin cigarette, blowing out a whiff of smoke with a distant smile on his lips.
"How terrible…" he began, a little annoyed. "To think you're all trying to soil my good robe after all the efforts I put in to look this good."
