174 Chapter 174 - New Work

Teresa remained unconscious until noon. When the nun lady opened her eyes, what greeted her face was not the god’s portrait on her ceiling. Instead, it was an owl.

Teresa crooked her head slightly in confusion. The owl copied Teresa and crooked its head too. After spending three seconds to remember what occurred last night, Teresa sat up from her bed uneasily. Her movement startled the owl by her bed and caused it to fly up to the beam.

Where is this?

“The priest from the Heresy Tribunal forgave us?”

Teresa simply cannot believe that they could’ve survived with what they encountered yesterday. Because of that, she could only think of it as the priest showing mercy upon them and forgiving their mistake…

“The inquisitors aren’t the nuns of the orphanage. Once we’re captured by them, if we’re able to die quickly and without suffering, it’ll be them showing mercy upon us.”

Cheryl took out a bottled milk and bread from her grocery bag and placed it beside Teresa’s bed.

She would pray in the morning, pray at noon and read some ancient books and other works of literature at night to pass time.

That was the size of Teresa’s world. The church located in the Holy City was her entire world.

Even though she yearned for the outside world, she was bewildered and at a loss as to how to react when she really managed to escape to the outside world… She didn’t know what to do… or what she could do.

“I’ve purchased the authority to use the magic network from Weissenasche Theater. Crush apart this originium crystal with your hand and you’ll be able to play that dwarf on a mission to rescue a princess game anytime and anywhere.”

Cheryl noticed the perplexion in her friend’s eyes and placed a pebble-like originium crystal on her hand.

That originium crystal was not firm at all. One could easily crush it with a slight bit of strength. The crushed originium crystal transformed into specks of white light that assimilated into Teresa’s body.

The desktop interface for the magic network appeared before her eyes.

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With Cheryl’s help, Teresa soon completed her registration. Her nickname was ‘Teresa Nun.’

“Teresa, are you also planning to write a diary?” asked Cheryl.

“Not a diary…”

Teresa opened the notebook’s first page. Clumsily, she began to type at the virtual keyboard. Soon, a title that caused Cheryl unease appeared on the forum.

‘The Piper Tucker and the Lost Elven Youth’

Judging from the title, it was obviously a fictional story created by Teresa. Furthermore, judging from how thick the notebook was, she has fictionalized that story for quite some time.

It would appear that apart from praying and reading, Teresa would also find time to write stuff she was fond of.

“Let me have a look.”

Cheryl kept feeling that there was something fishy with the title. She picked up Teresa’s notebook and skimmed through it.

She only read a little bit before being completely shaken even though she was an old lady over ninety years old.

“The stories recorded in this notebook are sacred writings presented to me by God!”

Using her special way, Teresa flaunted to Cheryl her work’s excellence.

‘So the God of Holy Light is actually such a person.’ Even though that was what Cheryl was thinking, she didn’t say it out loud. She slowly placed Teresa’s notebook back by the bed.

“Do you know her?”

Teresa shook her head at Cheryl’s question. As Teresa has never left the Holy Church, she had no idea who Faye was.

“But, she must be a very kindhearted person,” Teresa spoke with a tone of absolute certainty.