After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 196 - 62: Overnight... Slaughter and Tomorrow’s Judgment_3
"A minor god’s bishop shouldn’t be too confident." Xi Mu approached the barely alive bishop of cultists of Church of Blood, pulled out the spear that impaled the immortal, and immediately stabbed at the heart again.
According to the game setting, the deeper gods delve into their path of Dao, the stronger their followers become who pursue the god’s Dao.
However, the God of Blood’s exploration into the concept of "blood" wasn’t very enthusiastic, being hopelessly addicted to the beauty of men.
This indirectly led to the generally weaker strength of the cultists of Church of Blood.
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The next day.
Early morning.
"You’re judging me?" Mist drew the longsword beside her and looked toward the righteous nun before her, speaking in a cold voice:
"Then, I can judge the righteous holy maiden too, right?"
"Of course, you can." The nun smiled and nodded, unfazed by Mist’s hostile demeanor.
Anyone who could become a holy maiden was a person blessed by the god, qualified to convey and execute the god’s will.
And this often meant that the holy maiden possessed great strength.
"Don’t say that, what if the righteous holy maiden declares you innocent?" Liliana said with a giggly smile, then turned her head to look at Eden beside her and asked:
"What do you think, Lord Eden?"
"Perhaps." Eden shook her head slightly, not providing a clear response, which made Liliana smile before she changed the subject.
"Then let’s go, let’s see the holy maiden’s judgment."
"Please follow me." The nun nodded slightly, leading the trio to the trial court.
Some time later.
Entering the inner city.
Mist, however, noticed something amiss; the look in the eyes of the residents on the street as they saw her carried an unmistakable... fear. They would anxiously avoid her gaze, filled with unnaturalness. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
What in the world was going on?
"They are all the ones who falsely accused you." Liliana said cheerily, as if stoking the fires, "Since you’re going to be judged anyway, why not kill all of them now? Then no one can accuse you of a massacre."
Mist: "..."
"Isn’t that right?" Liliana pinched her chin, "Accusations and lies are based on... the existence of people. If you just kill everyone who accuses you, doesn’t that mean no one is left to accuse you?"
She clapped her hands together happily.
"Mist, that would make you innocent!"
"Thump!" A knocking sound echoed, and Liliana wore a look of grievance as she turned towards Eden who had knocked her on the head, her innocent eyes seemingly questioning why she was being hit.
In response, Eden only gave her a reproachful look.
"Actually, I was just joking." Liliana quickly changed her tune, looking very obedient. Although she hadn’t been around Eden for long, she could sense a kind of... subtle oppressive force that managed to keep her impulsive nature in check.
And the sort of character capable of exerting such a force upon her were usually tough characters, else why would they be able to exert this subtle pressure on her.
"This doesn’t sound like a joke," the nun patted her chest and complained to Liliana, "please don’t talk about such terrifying things so seriously."
"When they decided to falsely accuse a strong person, they should have considered this possibility," Liliana said, suddenly covering her mouth in shock.
"They couldn’t possibly think that Mist is a good person, who wouldn’t hurt them even when facing death, could they?"
She turned her head and asked the residents on the street.
"Would you guess, if the trial doesn’t go smoothly, that Miss Mist might get angry and... kill you all?"
There was dead silence.
All the residents present dared not respond, everyone avoided Liliana’s gaze, and gradually some people could not bear it anymore and began to run away.
At that moment, they finally realized... no, it was last night’s slaughter that made them realize that Mist, seen by people as a "saint," could also possibly take action to kill.
Mist, who was sung about by wandering bards as selflessly and nobly akin to a saint, could also bare her fangs at the ordinary people.
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Court of Judgment.
"You’re here?"
The saint of justice put down her hands clasped in prayer and looked at the four people who walked in, locking her eyes on Mist.
"The verdict of your trial has come out?"
"..." Mist’s hand rested on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice to sever the saint of justice’s head.
"Innocent." The saint of justice smiled and said, looking at the blade that had already reached her neck and the astonished Mist.
"Miss Mist, were you planning to attack the judge?"
"Not anymore," Mist calmly replied. She had wanted to chop off the saint of justice’s head before she could use her powers.
"Why... would you declare me innocent?" She raised the question, and the saint of justice furrowed her brows, troubled, and offered an explanation.
"The people who accused you last night... are either dead or have changed their tune," she sighed in distress, "If it wasn’t for Liliana and me ensuring that you stayed outside the city the whole time and never left, I would suspect it was you who killed them."
"It must have been divine retribution," a light chuckle came through, Xi Mu entered wearing bloodstained armor.
"In any case, there is no one accusing you anymore." He came to Mist’s side, revealing a gentle smile, "That’s really wonderful."
"Ah... Sir Ahtal," Mist gently reached out, her pale fingers stroking Xi Mu’s cheek, brushing over the bloodstains.
She felt her heart being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, suffocating her with emotions she had never felt before, intense emotions churning within her.
This man had shed so much blood for her.
Unknown.
She wanted to express her thanks, yet found words of gratitude too pale and weak, also unable to convey the intense emotions surging within her.
In the end, following her instincts, she opted for an embrace, pulling the blood-stained Knight into her arms, folding Ahtal into her embrace.
She pressed her cheek against his, hugged his waist, hugged his back, much like a spoiled kitten, like a girl coveting the warmth of her lover.
