158 Chapter 158 - Diary

The Holy City of the Nation of the Holy Church.

No matter how many times she used it, Cheryl always felt that teleportation formations were extremely convenient. Taking the teleportation formations, she was able to return to the Nation of the Holy Church, a distance spanning several countries, from Norland in a single day.

But, her return this time around was not a triumphant return after accomplishing a mission. Instead, she was escorted back by the Ecclesiastical Templars.

The Heresy Tribula remained the same as how it was when Cheryl departed. Compared to a church, this place seemed more like an underground prison.

A strange incense smell filled the entire place. The incense smell was able to slightly calm the hearts of the returning inquisitors.

However, Cheryl did not feel her mind becoming much more tranquil from smelling the incense. She was currently reporting what happened during their mission to the Heresy Tribunal’s bishops.

Cheryl was in the Heresy Tribunal Church’s main area. She took a glance at the bishops seated above the tribunal.

As they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl was unable to determine what they looked like.

It would appear that even though the Archbishop Desireless acted very ‘rough’ with Cheryl, he did not report to the Holy Church Cheryl’s wicked behavior while in Norland.

“Inquisitor, you may withdraw now. The choir is prepared to rinse your heart of its perplexions.”

“We will dispatch new inquisitors to punish that demon hiding in Norland.”

“Please wait! Lord Bishops…”

Cheryl immediately started panicking the moment she heard the three bishops were planning to dispatch a new group of inquisitors to Norland.

“Is something the matter, inquisitor?”

“Lord Bishops, the death of the head inquisitor had brought upon great sorrow to this one. As such, I cannot forgive that demon, cannot allow it to continue to commit crimes!”

Cheryl was lying. After all, he didn’t even know the names of the inquisitors that were on the mission with her.

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Nevertheless, she tried her best to make her tone appear like it was filled with grievance and anger.

While the choir was ‘blessing’ her with their hymn, the only thing in Cheryl’s mind was Hearthstone. The ‘blessing’ did not last long. After roughly half an hour, the singing gradually faded away.

With that, Cheryl stood up from the bench. After over half an hour, she finally arrived at her room in the Heresy Tribunal.

After one joins the Heresy Tribunal, one will forever live inside the Holy City’s Heresy Tribunal and lead a life similar to an ascetic monk.

Many inquisitors used their belief to support themselves. As for Cheryl, she was someone who was purely focused on maintaining her self ego from those crazy mutterings.

The choir’s singing was indispensable to dispersing those mutterings from one’s mind. Apart from listening to the choir, Cheryl would also write a diary entry every day to record what she did that day.

Today was no exception. But, when Cheryl arrived at her desk and pulled open the drawer, she discovered that her diary was badly damaged.

“Rodents?!”

She opened her slightly yellowed diary book. It was a very thick and ‘ancient’ book. It recorded all her memories since becoming an inquisitor.