After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 327 - 117 Witch of Death’s Reward_4

"Regarding your stance, we truly understand it quite well," Caroline said as she lowered her eyelids, showing a look of sympathy.

"You must have made many efforts not to cause conflict between the Goddess of Life and the Witch of Death," she added.

About the Church of Death deliberately avoiding followers of the Goddess of Life, they had long noticed this. It was hard to believe that it had nothing to do with Ahetar. Surely, it was at Ahetar’s request to the Witch of Death that the Church of Death waged war but tried to avoid conflicts with the Church of Life as much as possible.

That was also why she, wearing the guise of a novice nun of the Church of Life, had come to the Church of Death, to meet with Ahetar and sway him through her words, giving the Country of Art a chance to breathe.

"It wasn’t much of an effort; the Witch of Death was very accommodating to my request," Xi Mu shook his head, laughing freely.

However, everyone present could see there was a lot of complexity involved. It was the Witch of Death after all; how could she easily agree to a follower’s request without demanding an unimaginable price?

Perhaps Ahetar had to act against his wishes, doing many things he did not want to do.

Otherwise, why would the Witch of Death agree to Ahetar’s request?

"The Goddess of Life will surely forgive you," Caroline said with her fingers tightly intertwined and a gentle smile, making Ahetar’s expression much better.

Xi Mu tempered the cold expression on his face, looking at Caroline’s gentle demeanor:

"Why do you know I’m here?"

It was, of course, the Astrologer who told us.

Caroline thought so but didn’t say it aloud; she lowered her clasped hands in front of her chest and showed a sorrowful expression to Ahetar:

"I am here to negotiate with the Church of Death," she said softly.

"If the Church of Death conquers the Country of Art, it will certainly cause a major disaster, which will definitely sadden the ’Goddess of Life.’ Thus, I am here hoping that we can discuss this with the Church of Death," she said.

"Hey, you bitch!" a red-haired woman with tattooed arms clenched her teeth, flung her hand, and a storm turned into a blade, whizzing past Caroline.

"Are you trying to use Lord Ahetar to make us withdraw our troops!"

"Sorry, I... indeed had that thought after meeting Lord Ahetar," Caroline guiltily bowed her head, looking at the rift that had opened at her feet, feeling her heart pounding so hard it might leap out, feeling like she was nearly dismembered.

But she still maintained the posture she was supposed to.

"If the followers of the Goddess of Life want to leave," Xi Mu spoke, meeting Caroline’s eyes, "I can assure you that the Church of Death will not hinder and let all of you leave safely."

"Hear that? That’s already a huge concession," the red-haired woman with tattooed arms said, her expression extremely disgruntled, "Don’t be ungrateful."

"Anyone who is a follower of the Goddess of Life can leave?" Caroline asked, and then she heard Ahetar add,

"Those who temporarily join the Church of the Goddess of Life or just verbally join do not count," Xi Mu shook his head, "If you try to have everyone pretend to believe in the Goddess of Life just to make us give up the attack, it will only make the Church of Death indiscriminately kill everyone."

"Lord Ahetar, please think of another way," Caroline pleaded with a pitiful look, trying to make Ahetar change his words, although she knew Ahetar might truly have no other way, and even if Ahetar could do it, the price to pay would be immense. However, that was no longer in her range of consideration.

The most important thing now was to resolve the crisis in the Country of Art.

"..."

Xi Mu looked up at the azure sky. He did not immediately respond to Caroline’s plea.

In fact, he did not dislike Caroline; this woman had just given him an excuse to have a reason to join the war in the Country of Art.

After a long while,

"I’ll try," Ahetar said as he turned and walked deeper into the castle. But after a few steps, he turned his head towards Eden and said,

"Come with me, I will arrange a room for you to rest in."

"..." Eden nodded silently, following Ahetar’s steps, disappearing from everyone’s view.

Caroline, left standing there, nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt. She realized she was in great danger, under the gaze of many followers of death. If a hotheaded follower of death decided to rush at her, her life would surely be over.

She wondered whether being killed by a follower of death would allow her soul to go to Hell or be sacrificed to the Witch of Death, her soul forever trapped in a wick, eternally tormented.

"You... are really annoying, and truly disgusting!" the woman with tattooed arms stepped in front of Caroline, her expression extremely disgruntled, "If you knew this was going to be such a dilemma from the start, why bring it up? Did you ever consider how great a price Lord Ahetar might have to pay?"

She reached out, grabbing Caroline by the neck.

"To have the Church of Death not lay a hand on the Church of the Goddess of Life is already a massive concession. Why are you still not satisfied?"

"Sorry," Caroline said softly, apologizing, which irked the red-haired woman even more. She had no ill feelings towards Ahetar, rather a deep respect and sympathy; for a man to receive such favor from the Witch of Death and to be renowned as the most renowned hero of this world, was doomed... to a tragic end.

People would surely request Ahetar to influence the Church of Death, until one day Ahetar was despised by everyone.