Chapter 11
“My heavens, oh dear, what the hell is this?” The deputy bishop hurried toward me as I descended the stairs, my hands pressed to my head. Two police officers followed closely behind. “Sniff, I… I came to pray for Christmas, but suddenly—” The deputy bishop regarded me with tearful eyes, while the officers who had opened the chapel door exchanged grim expressions. Surveying the scene inside, the deputy bishop crossed himself. “My goodness! Blood defiling the holy temple—what kind of evil is this?” “Calm down, Deputy Bishop,” one of the officers interjected. “It appears to be the work of the Night Butterflies. Miss, did you witness who might have done this?” “Sniff…” “It’s all right, my Lady” the other officer assured me. “Now that you’re safe, there’s nothing to fear. Here’s a handkerchief.” “This poor woman must have been utterly shocked! How did things deteriorate to this extent in our country?” “I share your shame, Deputy Bishop, I never imagined something like this could happen on C...