When Elyon was heading to his destination, he noticed a group of acolytes sneaking around like mischievous children.
His brows furrowed in displeasure, and he strode forward to confront them.
"Children, return to your rooms if the Saintess's sermons have concluded," Elyon commanded strictly, his voice stern.
The children jumped in fright, startled like cats caught in the act by Elyon's silent approach.
"S-Sire Hero..." one of them stammered, nervously avoiding his piercing gaze.
"The sermons are over? Oh, yes, it's over, Sir Hero. We're heading back now," they answered hastily, their tone odd and unconvincing. Without waiting for further questions, they hurried off, disappearing around the corner.
Elyon stood there, his frown deepening. "What's wrong with them?" he muttered to himself, suspicion creeping into his mind.