166 Chapter 166 - Condemn

Holy City. Inside the Heresy Tribunal’s Atonement Room.

It was already very late at night. Yet, the Atonement Room was filled with the pure and holy radiance. The bright light was being shined into the room from the God’s sculpture in the center of the prayer room.

“Lord Father! Please allow me to listen to the choir’s singing… I can definitely…”

But, the scenery inside the prayer room was far from pure and holy. A group of people were kneeling before God’s sculpture and praying. One of them had already fallen to the ground, dead.

A strange sort of branding was imprinted on his forehead. Scalding heat was being emitted from that imprint. That intense heat burned through that man’s skull and brain matter.

Judging from these people’s attire, they were all inquisitors of the Heresy Tribunal.

“The great chant of the choir is echoing in this room. My child, you’ve not been showing any reaction to the God’s whispers and the choir’s hymns. This means that your heart has already departed from God’s glory,” said an inquisition leader wearing a black gown with a grieving tone. He held a canon of the Holy Church in his hand.

“Return to God’s side and repent.”

No one will join a shameful organization like the Heresy Tribunal for no reason at all.

Before joining the Heresy Tribunal, most of them had badly damaged bodies. Some might be missing arms, legs or inflicted with terminal illnesses and could die in a day or two.

But, after they joined the Heresy Tribunal, God responded to their prayers and cured their wounds that not even high level Holy Light magic could cure.

Adding on the long period of brainwashing, the majority of the inquisitors in the Heresy Tribunal ended up being zealots of the Church.

Cheryl was an exception. She has already seen through these cheap tricks.

The so-called ‘deviating from God’s glory’ was merely having the thought of ‘Wow! The choir’s singing sucks!’ That thought was enough to court death.

If an inquisitor believed the singing to be bad, the choir’s hymns would no longer be able to help rid them of the mutterings in their heads…

The inquisitors that ended up suffering from the mutterings for an extended period of time will be deemed traitors that turned their backs upon God and be executed.

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Stricting speaking, Cheryl could now be considered as an apostate who has deviated from God’s path. She had converted her faith to the Magic Network and Mage Forum.

Cheryl made a very short response to appease the users and took out her old diary. She was planning to write the latest entry.

But, at this moment, a knock came on her door.

“Who is it?”

The Mage Forum interface disappeared. Even the flickering candle in her room was extinguished.

“Cheryl, it’s me.”

A gentle voice sounded from outside the door. The look of alert disappeared from Cheryl’s face. She immediately ran over to the door and opened it.

A woman who appeared much more mature than Cheryl was standing outside. Whether it be her figure, her height and especially her chest…

Her golden hair could be seen scattering out from her nun’s veil. Cheryl’s young silhouette was reflected through her jade-blue eyes.