Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 907 - 187: Martyr

At the same time, at the Border Administration Bureau.

The official awoke with a start from his dreams. Upon learning that Bishop Solari had personally called for him, he immediately put on his uniform and rushed to the Border Administration Bureau overnight.

Everyone knew Solari was a troublesome figure. To them, there wasn't a single normal person among the Church Court's ascetics.

With Solari's status, if he wished, just a few orders could instantly earn him a fortune. However, the people of the border city knew that Solari always led a frugal life. Early on, when he was first reassigned to this city, both the Border Administration Bureau and the Kingdom Army had tried more than once to win him over.

But all the gifts were returned.

Turning a blind eye to their actions seemed to be the greatest concession this ascetic would make.

As the director walked into the room, he saw Solari seated sternly, with a grim face.

He could only sigh inwardly; what was meant to come had indeed come.

They did not trust Solari, because it was hard to predict when such a devout ascetic might suddenly have a mental lapse and come to the Bureau to accuse them.

They certainly knew that according to the Kingdom's laws or the Church Court's commandments, what they had done in the past was punishable by death...

But it was evident to them that all laws and commandments were merely performances for the ordinary citizens who couldn't understand the situation, to have them believe that this land was getting better under the joint governance of the Royal Family and the Church Court.

"Bishop."

The director spoke first, offering a friendly gesture to Solari, "May I know the reason for your late-night request to see me?"

"The attacker today, tell me the results of your investigation."

"His name is 'Stone,' and that's what people call him. He used to live on a hill north of the city. His father was once a miner in the 'Saint's Relics' mine, but died there in a collapse several years ago, after which Stone lived with his grandmother."

The director reported that the Border Administration Bureau had spent an afternoon uncovering the attacker's background, "People call him 'Stone' because he isn't very intellectually normal, his personality is like a stone. Although he may not be a true Bazatous follower, the evidence of his attempted bombing at the checkpoint is irrefutable, and we have already decided to execute him at noon tomorrow in the chapel square."

And so, this lingering issue from years ago could be declared ended.

His father died in the mine collapse, his mother soon fell ill and died afterward, and his grandmother had her skull smashed by the mine guards for stealing the Church's vital strategic materials, dying shortly after returning home.

And at noon tomorrow, the last bloodline of this family would be tied to the stake and burned alive—this was the method established since the time of Julius to execute Evil God's followers; the Church believed that only fire could purify their filthy souls.

No one cared if a foolish boy with a shattered family and severe intellectual deficiencies was burned to death.

When the director heard the report from his subordinates that evening, he finally felt relieved.

This attacker had no significant background, thus was deemed unworthy of pity.

"Lies."

Solari held his scepter, coldly watching the director whose face was plastered with a flattering smile.

This person was as fat as a ball, often seen at various noble social gatherings.

"This is the truth, Bishop, I can guarantee."

The director continued to smile, "Once we execute him tomorrow, it will conclude this matter once and for all."

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

The obese body curled like a shrimp; he gaped his mouth wide open, gasping like a fish out of water before Solari. Soon, his knees could support no weight and he fell to the ground, his short right hand bracing against the floor. When the runes emitting a faint green light crawled onto his shoulder, extending to his throat, a subtle ruthless look crossed the director's eyes.

Solari dared to cast Magic on him!

"Truth."

Solari faced his opponent without any avoidance, slightly pointing his scepter downwards, causing the director's obese body to fall prone to the ground, his cheek pressing against the cold floor.

This Magic brought him nothing but humiliation.

The Border Administration Bureau was an important institution, even the Kingdom's great nobles would usually give him some respect in social occasions. Since he became director, he had never been humiliated in such a manner.

He wanted to remain silent, but under the spell's urging, his lips moved uncontrollably.

"The fool's dad discovered the Kingdom Army's embezzlement of supplies, so they silenced him... We gave them a sum for solace, hoping it would calm things down, but the damn old woman insisted on investigating further, leaving the guards no choice but to kill her."

The director said with difficulty, "The border city is currently in a sensitive period, and she had some prestige among miners; we couldn't let her talk indiscriminately."

Solari's suspicions were confirmed, his eyes silently closed.

Just moments ago, the director divulged with such simple language the collapse of a family, and its impending extermination.

Yet, he was unable to sternly censure this fat-eared director.

Compared to interrogating him, it was more like confronting his own inner self.