Chapter-178

Sia's inquisitive mind couldn't help but grapple with the enigma that now surrounded their mission. The notion of a devil, Count Murmur, seeking to marry someone from another race was a perplexing and unsettling prospect. It defied conventional understanding, and Sia found herself seeking answers that were elusive.

With furrowed brows, Sia turned to Julia, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern. She posed the question that had been gnawing at her thoughts since the revelation surfaced. "Julia," she began, "why would a devil want to marry someone from another race? It doesn't make sense. Do you have any idea why Count Murmur might be pursuing this?"

Julia, despite her own extensive knowledge and experience, couldn't provide a clear answer to Sia's query. She admitted with a sigh that she was as perplexed as Sia when it came to understanding the motives and intentions of Count Murmur. It was a conundrum that had left them grasping at shadows, unsure of the devil's true agenda.

Sia's expression registered a mixture of frustration and apprehension. The uncertainty surrounding Count Murmur's intentions was a cloud that hung ominously over their mission. It was a reminder that they were navigating uncharted territory, confronting challenges that transcended the boundaries of their training and knowledge.

Sia couldn't help but voice her unease, drawing a parallel between the revelation of cannibalism and the mysterious designs of Count Murmur. To her, both aspects of their mission represented grave threats and unsettling enigmas. The prospect of cannibalism had shaken her to the core, challenging her preconceptions of reality, while Count Murmur's intentions cast a shadow of ambiguity and foreboding over their journey.

The air inside the inn had been heavy with their conversations, filled with revelations and concerns that left Sia and Julia with a shared sense of unease. Their discussions about the ghoulish Mangeur D'os tribe and the enigmatic Count Murmur had illuminated the complexity of their mission, and their minds were brimming with questions that lingered like unspoken specters.

As they conversed in the quiet solitude of the inn, their thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. It was a sound that cut through the stillness of the room like an unexpected intrusion. Sia and Julia exchanged quick glances, their expressions mirrored with curiosity and uncertainty, wondering who could be seeking them out at this hour.

Fatty Jack, the brother of Julia and fiancée of Lita, stood at the threshold, a hint of urgency etched on his features. He relayed a message from Sin, who had apparently returned to the inn while they were engrossed in their conversation. Sin's message was succinct and to the point, emphasizing that if they get enough rest then they need to continue their journey to Sameal County.

Sia and Julia exchanged another look, one that conveyed a mutual understanding. The interruption had come at a moment when their thoughts were deeply engaged in the complexities of their mission. It was as if fate itself had intervened, prompting them to shift their focus from speculation to action.

Without further delay, they made their way out of the inn, following Fatty Jack. The night air greeted them with its cool embrace as they stepped into the dimly lit streets. It was a stark contrast to the warmth and confinement of the inn, a reminder that their journey was an ongoing odyssey filled with uncertainty and challenges.

Their footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone streets as they made their way to meet Sin. The encounter with Sin held the promise of answers, direction, and a renewed sense of purpose. Sia and Julia shared a silent determination, resolved to confront whatever awaited them, for the bond that united them went beyond mere camaraderie—it was a shared quest, a mission to rescue a dear friend from the clutches of darkness.

As they neared their destination, the questions that had occupied their minds were momentarily set aside. The night held its own mysteries, and their journey was far from over. Together, they walked in the shadows of uncertainty, guided by the beacon of friendship and the unwavering resolve to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The reunion with Sin brought a complex mix of emotions for Sia. In the hours that had passed since their last encounter, her understanding of him had undergone a profound shift. The truth behind Sin's actions, the revelation that they were dealing with a malevolent tribe of ghouls, and the ominous intentions of Count Murmur had left her grappling with a sense of unease and uncertainty.

As she stood before Sin, inwardly, Sia wrestled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She couldn't deny the effectiveness of Sin's methods, especially in the face of the ghoul tribe. His decisive actions had saved them from a potential threat, and the reality of their world often demanded such pragmatic measures. It was a harsh truth that Sia had come to realize.

Yet, the words she had spoken earlier, criticizing Sin's actions and questioning his morality, hung heavily in the air. Sia found herself torn between a desire to apologize for her earlier judgments and the lingering uncertainty about how to address the situation. It was a moral dilemma that weighed on her conscience.

Sia understood that her reservations and moral judgments had been influenced by her own upbringing and ideals. Her belief in the inherent value of all life clashed with the harsh realities of their world. Sin's actions had exposed the moral complexities that existed in the shadows of their mission.

As she considered her next words, Sia couldn't help but feel an odd sense of vulnerability. She had always prided herself on her principles and her steadfastness in upholding them. Now, faced with the complexity of their situation and the necessity of Sin's actions, she was forced to confront the limitations of her own worldview.

In the end, Sia chose to hold back her words. The apology she had considered remained unspoken, buried beneath layers of introspection and uncertainty. It wasn't a matter of pride, but rather a recognition that she could do that later when the time was right.