150 Chapter 150 - Departure

Early morning the following day. Inside Norland’s tiny chapel.

“No! I’m not going back… I don’t wish to see that damned woman! Even if we are to go back, let me have another round of Hearthstone, okay?! Just one round! I swear, it’s only going to be one round!”

A young girl who seemed to be only twelve years old was complaining and wailing nonstop before a stone pillar in the prayer hall. Standing behind her were two fully armed templars.

These two nearly 1.9 meters tall templars were grabbing the girl’s legs. They seemed to want to drag her out from the prayer hall.

Messai was standing on the side and watching all of this. Logically, her sense of justice would not allow her to stand there while two knights bullied a little girl.

But, a large amount of cracks had appeared on the stone pillar the little girl was grabbing onto. Her fingers were also inserted into the stone pillar. It was as if the stone pillar was made out of cheese.

“Cheryl! Do not be rude! You are the only inquisitor that survived this mission! You must return to the Heresy Tribunal and resume your post!”

There was a priest inside the prayer hall shouting at the little girl with a strict tone.

Like an pestering eccentric, the little girl circled Messai back and forth. From time to time, she would rub herself at Messai’s hand like a little girl asking for a christmas gift.

Faced with Cheryl’s fawning behavior, Messai’s mouth twitched slightly. But, she managed to uphold her dignity as the commander of the templars and kept the cold expression on her face.

It was so much that she ended up closing her eyes. She decided not to look at this little girl who seemed to be in so much sadness that she was about to cry.

“At least! At least take into consideration that I’ve opened Ragnaros the Firelord, such a powerful legendary card for you! Let me stay in this place for a bit longer!”

Cheryl revealed her final trump card. Her words caught the attention of all the templars present. They all turned their eyes to their commander Messai.

Messai took a deep breath. She seemed to be having some sort of mental struggle. In the end, the creed of the Ecclesiastical Templars and the canon of the Nation of the Holy Church won.

“Lady Cheryl, you will be able to have a lot of opportunities to visit this city again after your return to the Heresy Tribunal. There is no reason for you to be this reluctant to leave.”

Messai spoke to the little girl with an extremely formal tone.

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“Please return to the Holy City under the escort of the Ecclesiastical Templars.”

Seeing how the little girl was resisting, Messai turned her head around. Even after she was dragged out from the prayer hall, Messai was still able to hear her screams.

“Messai, I curse you! You shall never open another legendary card…”

Even though an entire door was separating them, the grievance contained in Cheryl’s words filled the entire chapel.

“So terrifying! Was Lady Inquisitor affected by something?”

After Cheryl was brought away, the priest began to pray to the image of their god nonstop.

From how hysterical the inquisitor appeared earlier, he can only imagine that she was being led astray by some sort of evil.

“Lady Messai, what is the Ragnaros the Firelord the inquisitor spoke of?”

The priest remembered hearing a very powerful title when Cheryl started babbling crazy nonsense.