Claudia slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dim candle flames around her, her chaotic brain gradually clearing her mind.

…… It seems that it was, having a nightmare.

Claudia can't remember the specific content of the nightmare, but she only remembers that she seems to be naked. Barefoot, dressed in very thin clothes, he trudged through the endless snowy fields.

Everywhere there was a white expanse, without any markers, without a front or back, without a purpose, without a beginning.

The feet started with cold pain at first, gradually began to tingle, and then lost sensation completely.

Her movements became slower and slower, and her movements became slower and slower, until at last she was curled up in the white snow, and began to feel the slightest warmth as if she had fallen deep into a warm bed.

Just when she was almost overwhelmed by this deadly warmth, she was suddenly called to a harsh shout.

Her body trembled, her lips trembled, and she felt death pass by as if substance had passed in front of her.

A primal instinct from a creature made her wake up in an instant.

“…… You can't die ...... yet."

A cold and ethereal female voice crossed her ears, and she suddenly felt the chilblains on her body turn into rotten flesh and jump away from her body.

At the same time, she felt a complete serenity that she had never experienced before.

It's as if life is complete, there is no need to fight, and nothing needs to be done—a sense of redemption based on silence.

If she could, she would rather be in this way with that great tranquility for eternity, but immediately. She felt the real sensation of her body gradually returning, and the snow field shattered. The dim candle flame that was constantly dancing around him was revealed.

…… It was a ritual fire that was used in witchcraft ceremonies. The source of the fire was not the burning of the candle, but the assimilation of the surrounding space into the fire elemental plane through the oath engraved on it. Therefore, even if there is no air, it can burn forever. Heat out.

The cost is that the "world" itself is being swallowed up by the fire elemental plane at an extremely slow rate.

Claudia's professionalism immediately allowed her to judge the essence of the candle flame like the sunset.

This is a skill unique to the shepherd's sorcerers of Bansa. They threw a large amount of the resources of their own plane into the elemental plane, squeezed out the pure elemental power, and fed this power back to themselves.

By the end of their cultivation, they would even be able to completely transform into elemental creatures of that plane, almost immortal.

But because this kind of wizard is too much of a drain on the resources of the plane - in the words of one wizard of the White Tower, they are "as disgusting as if they were feeding other planes with their own plane as fodder, and then happily eating the excrement of other planes".

In order to ensure the sustainable development of witchcraft, wizards have even replaced the consumption of gold with winged trees. The lineage of the pastoral wizard was severed more than seventy years ago......

"But...... What is it? ”

As soon as Claudia tried to spit out the question, she felt her mouth thirsty. Dry eyelids, body aches, and soft bones. It's like having just had a serious illness.

…… What's going on?

"Ah, you're awake."

A flat, almost impudent voice came from front of her, and Claudia looked intently before she peeled away the shadow of substance that almost merged with the darkness around her from her blurred vision.

Is that...... Rowland?

Claudia tilted her head in confusion.

Why is he here? No...... Where is this, it should be said? Why are you here?

“…… Have you forgotten everything? ”

She watched Roland bend down and gently touch her chin with her left hand, and immediately wanted to resist.

But at this moment. She felt a sense of weakness in herself, and the faint shaking was more of a temptation than a struggle. Confused, she immediately stopped her useless struggle and looked at Roland with a frown.

Unexpected. There was no panic or fear in her heart at the moment. Roland, who had only met her a few times, looked so pleasing and reliable at the moment, like a priest to a devout believer.

But...... How can it be? I don't believe in any gods......

Claudia frowned slightly and stared up at Roland. His face was not even more than three or four millimeters from Claudia's forehead, and Claudia could even feel the warmth and faint fragrance of his exhaled breath.

"What do you remember? How did you get here? Remember? ”

As if afraid to wake her up, Roland whispered slowly in her ear in a very soft, very soft voice. His right hand was like a stream of water flowing through the riverbed. Brushing Claudia's cheek at exactly the same speed, finally pressing on her forehead.

"I don't remember ......"

"Then calm down. Think about it carefully......"

As Roland's soft voice, which seemed to make people fall asleep, kept echoing in her ears, Claudia felt a faint feeling of almost intoxication.

It wasn't that she was drunk or in love—her subjective consciousness was burning, and her spirit was uncontrollably quiet, as if to be immersed in the currents of something great.

…… This is...... The malevolent hypnotism of the Witch of the Heart?

Thinking of the candle flame that had overfocused her attention, Roland's gentle and soothing movements, and his calm, reassuring voice, Claudia had a faint sense of the truth.

But at this moment, as a cold, metal-like touch pierced through the communication between Roland's fingers and her forehead, her resistance consciousness was quickly destroyed, and some great force dragged the consciousness she had just wanted to forcibly awaken straight to the deepest depths.

"Rest in peace—"

Roland's gentle voice rang out of her ears.

Claudia could feel that something too great to perceive immediately responded to Roland's cry and descended on her.

"Never forget to sing, never forget to pray...... No forgetfulness. ”

The voice of the followers was like a magic voice that filled Claudia's consciousness, and a terrible force from the dead silence of all things poured into her forehead with Roland's priest-like prayers.

It's the same chantry that Teacher Claude once performed on her.

But at that time, she wore the Ring of Deception that her brother had bought for her, so she was able to resist the spiritual infection of Sivir.

But isn't Roland a druid? How could he......

"Appoint me, learn from me, obey me."

Roland's baptismal chant did not end. Silver-gray dots of light danced around him.

All the gods have their own chants of baptism. As soon as the priest sings the baptismal chant, the power of the gods will immediately descend and transform the essence of the baptized soul.

After awakening to the Origins, the archbishops can even force the baptized soul's soul to ascend to heaven directly through baptismal chanting. And even the slightest baptismal chant will strip the baptized of all mental defenses in a short time.

Claudia's pupils dilated instantly, and a silvery-gray worm-like point of light shone in her light blue pupils, expanding and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Rest in my hand. Eternal life is given by the Eternal Sleep - forgiveness is now. ”

"I hereby swear by the judge. Mercy be granted to this soul. ”

Claudia's consciousness evaporated further.

She couldn't notice what she was saying—the dim red candlelight burned into her sight like a bright red silhouette.

In her final impression, she felt herself sinking into a vast ocean as solid as mercury, frozen in ice.

When she wakes up, she will officially become the priest of some great being. Ironically, she still had no idea who the true God she was going to serve for the rest of her life.

At the end of the baptism, Roland took his right hand back.

He leaned down and gently kissed Claudia on the forehead, but Claudia didn't respond. It's just like this, Mu Mu looks straight ahead.

"Take off your clothes first, and then learn how to bark."

Roland spoke.

"Yes."

Consciousness and meat. Claudia, who was separated, did not hesitate to obey Roland's command.

But before her hand could touch her own clasp, her wrist was held tightly by Roland.

"Okay, stop." Roland said in a deep voice, "What is seventy-nine plus twenty-one?" ”

"A hundred."

Claudia replied immediately.

"What is the first line of the third volume of the Sivir Sutra?"

“……”

Claudia was silent.

"Don't you know...... What is the 5th tower of the White Tower Wizard? ”

“……”

“…… Banza people? In what age was the pastoral wizard exterminated? ”

"Yes. 848 year of the Calendar of the Gods. ”

Roland smiled with satisfaction.

This degree is sufficient.

The baptismal service would last twenty minutes, enough for Roland to ask everything and arrange some questions.

"Shhhh Roland pressed his right index finger to Claudia's lips, revealing a charm. Puzzled smile.

His voice was hoarse and gentle: "Little cutie, now we're officially starting." ”

"First of all, Q&A—" (To be continued......