human
Kaito:  The ground in front of its silver legs had cleanly vanished. It was like someone had carved it off with a knife, then stuck a fork in it and carried it away. No normal cliff declined so sharply. Oh man, I would totally have fallen off there. Narrowly stopping as well, Kaito broke out in an internal cold sweat. He timidly peeked over the edge. He could make out the Church’s camp way down below. A number of tents were lined up in orderly, systematic intervals. Each one bore at least two flags emblazoned with white lilies and images of the Saint. Fires were lit throughout the camp, illuminating it amid the snow. They were clearly having to put much more work into maintaining their heat than the beastfolk had. They’d probably even put their camp’s back to a cliff in order to stave off some of the wind chill. The speck-like people in the camp were hustling and bustling, no doubt due to the Butcher’s disappearance. After he mentally recovered from the sudden appearance of the cliff’s edge, though, Kaito’s eyes came to rest on something else entirely. "Hey, what’s…? Oh, geez." There was something above the cliff. The figure had been frozen stiff with its arms spread out wide. It looked like a statue of some sort of pagan god or perhaps an inane scarecrow. It was a man dangling in the air. His body was supported by a thick stake, which pierced through his buttocks and exited his mouth. Frozen blood and feces dripped down between his legs. His eyes were open in an expression of intense agony. It looked like the stake had been driven in while he was still alive. With a second glance, Kaito confirmed the cruel truth: the man, clad in a luxurious vestment, had been impaled. Then his body had been put on public display atop the cliff. "Who is that?"
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Elisabeth:  “…Yah Llodl.”
human
Kaito:  "What?!" Upon hearing Elisabeth’s answer, Kaito let out a surprised yelp. After Godd Deos’s death, Yah Llodl had taken advantage of the Church’s changing power dynamics to join its upper echelon. And even with just the small conversation he’d had with Yah Llodl over a communication device, the man’s pride had been abundantly clear. Yet, now, this was the state he was in. His failure back at the underground tomb had probably been the cause. And as far as people who could have gotten away with purging him went, only one came to Kaito’s mind. After all, when she’d heard about the Butcher’s escape, this was what she’d said:
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Kaito:  “…The Grave Keeper.” There was no doubt in his mind that she was the one behind the grim spectacle before him. Kaito had long since gotten used to seeing torture. And loath as he was to admit it, looking at someone who’d been impaled almost had a sort of familiarity to it.