The revelation hit everyone like a bull. For a whole year, they blamed the creature in the cave for the abductions. But now, a child said otherwise. But since the one who said it was a God's Favored. And with the hymns, the halo, the warmth…they couldn't dare to ignore.
"What?!" Leeland exclaimed in utter disbelief. He was the chief lawman. How could he not notice something like this, he wondered. But the last few words from Sylvester rang some alarms in his head.
"How did you conclude that the culprit has a missing thumb?" He asked.
Sylvester gestured for them to follow. He took them to a marking he made in the mud. "Look here, whoever abducted the girl, fell and helped himself with his hands. It's raining, so the mud clearly shows us the fingers. Going by the markings of the boots, it's a male… unless there is a giant woman in the town."
Leeland believed him and had a name in his head ready. "Thumbless? T-That's… Ratwood family!"
Chief Marigold was enraged. "I will fucking kill them!"
Sir Dolorem took control of the situation. "Do not! We need to retrieve the child first. Punishing them comes later. Master Maximilian and I shall go to their house in the guise of purifying homes in the entire village. We will apprehend them once we have confirmation of your granddaughter's whereabouts."
"P-Please be quick… my little Felicia must be sacred!" Marigold pleaded.
Sylvester quickly cleaned his face with the rainwater to appear decent. Then, he and Sir Dolorem didn't waste a minute and went to the instructed house. Their destination was on the outskirts of the poorest part of the town. It was a twin-story house made of mud bricks and looked unmaintained.
"Sir Dolorem, you do the talking. Tell them I'm God's Favored, sent here to purify the town. I will stay silent and use light magic to act like I'm blessing them." He suggested and started chanting random hymns under his breath to make the halo appear. He also used his right palm to throw some light around.
Knock! Knock!
Sir Dolorem roughly punched the doors twice. "Open the gate and receive the grace of God's Favored."
The door was soon opened by an unkempt man, middle-aged at best. He was balding and had a large belly and equally big face. He seemed annoyed, but his eyes widened when Sylvester entered his vision.
Sir Dolorem pushed the man aside. "Move, by the order of the Holy Land. We must purify this town. God's Favored, please come this way."
"Stop! I did not allow you!" The man rushed behind them and tried to hold Sylvester's shoulder.
BAM!—That was a sin in Sir Dolorem's eyes. He turned around and slapped the man with his gauntlet-clad hand. "How dare you lay your hands on the favored one!"
"I-I apologize… oh holy one…"
Sylvester silently walked around the house and looked at all the details carefully. He wondered what the hell this family was doing with so many kidnappings. 'There must be a hidden space here.'
He knew a better way to find out where the secret entrance was. "Sir Dolorem, please bring the man in so he may receive my blessing."
With that, the fat man stood nervously in front of Sylvester, drowning in the warm light magic.
Sylvester kept looking into the man's eyes while chanting silently. 'Look, dammit.'
♫O' Lord Solis, sinners walk among us.
Hear this prayer amidst the stormy ruckus.
Forgive this man if he sinned,
Let the foul air here wash with wind…♫
'Yes!' As soon as Sylvester noticed the man looking at the carpet in the next room multiple times, he knew where to go.
Continuing his singing, he walked to the next room and stood on the carpet with closed eyes. "Ah, Solis tells me your cellar needs the warmth of the light."
"W-What? There is no cellar in this house."
But Sylvester simply threw away the carpet, revealing a trapdoor on the floor. "Solis does not lie."
"Sir Dolorem, please open it."
"Stop!" the man shouted and tried to stop Sir Dolorem.
But a mere commoner was no match for a knight. The laws of the world were written in stones; for those with no wizard or knight talent, there was only frailty.
"Dare not touch me, filth!" Sir Dolorem punched the man in the face and forced the door open.
However, they were not ready for what came next—Woosh!
A gust of strong wind blew out of the cellar. It was nothing but vomit-inducing stench, a stench that both Sylvester and Sir Dolorem were well aware of.
They didn't even feel like gulping their saliva as the stench wished to pull their guts out.
"Rotten flesh!" Sylvester muttered and walked down the steep stairs into the cellar. There was no light inside, so he helped himself.
"Die! Filthy religious scums!"
From the shadows, a big woman jumped on him with a sickle in hand. But Sylvester reacted in time and sent a ball of fire to her face. The moment the woman cried in pain, he rushed over, kicked her giant belly, and sent her to the floor.
"Sir Dolorem! Apprehend the man and call the others!" He shouted while tying the woman's arms behind her back.
"Felicia! Where are you?!" He called for the girl next.
Cough!—The cellar appeared larger than the house itself and had many rooms. The stench was unbearable and kept getting worse.
He checked each room with one hand shining in the light and the other ready to send out the fire. The first one he found had bones upon bones, a hill of them. The second room had human limbs and blood all over, from arms and legs to whole intact heads.
'Cannibals?' He wondered.
"Mama!"
Sylvester ran towards the voice. But his mind was confused, for the voice resembled a man more than a little girl.
"Felicia!" He shouted.
He ran until the end of the long corridor and reached the last room. This one had the most stench coming. There was blood everywhere on the floor, looking like hell on earth.
At one glance, he noticed a man… a naked man so big that his arms and legs were covered in fat, appearing to be one with the rest of the body except his little hand. He had no neck either, making him look like one big blob.
"What monstrosity is this?"
"Mama, hungry." the creature spoke while nibbling on what appeared to be someone's severed thigh. Blood spread around with his bites, leaving Sylvester's mind numb.
The scene was scalp tingling. He had never seen such a scene in his past life either. "Where is Felicia?"
But the creature kept eating. So Sylvester entered the room despite being on the verge of vomiting. He looked around at the piles of human body parts—flesh intact.
"Agh! This stench… did you find her, Mast—What is this?!" Sir Dolorem arrived.
"We shall talk about it later. I can't find the girl. Look in other rooms." Sylvester rushed, fearing for the worse.
But not long after, Sylvester found her in another room. "Sir Dolorem! Here!"
He rushed in and found the ten-year-old girl tired to a table, her legs and arms apart, raimentless. There was a strap on her mouth, and her eyes looked sore from all the tears she must have shed. She wanted to shout and call for help when someone called her name, but she couldn't.
Sylvester rushed to her and took the strap off her mouth. "It's okay. We're here to save you."