Shocking facts.

The temple is unjust, the gods are selfish—what Claudia and the old woman say almost upends Cyra's worldview.

Strictly speaking, this is already the second time. The last time Cyla was in the White Tower, Roland's words to him made him doubt the Pope, and this time Claudia's words to him made him even the gods suspicious.

“…… However, the plague cannot cure ......"

Despite this, as a priest for more than thirty years, Cyra subconsciously defended the gods: "From this point of view, they don't seem to be wrong. Since the plague cannot be cured, the basis for the plague infection is completely cut off from the deepest part...... As long as the social fabric does not collapse, no matter how many people die can be restored in a short time. ”

"-- Well said, but it doesn't make sense."

Cyra was only halfway through her sentence when Claudia interrupted him, "You need to know that 'the plague cannot be cured by magic' - I want you to know what that means. ”

Cyra thought for a moment, as if realizing something, and her pupils instantly narrowed: "Can't pass the magic ...... Could it be—"

"That's right. Any means other than magic can work. At least alleviate the plague. ”

Claudia sighed.

"Aren't you going to ask me about the kids at the door? Then I will tell you, these people are all infected with bloodstain syndrome and have developed to the terminal stage. ”

As she spoke, Claudia's expression became calm, and her azure pupils were like the purest crystals, and there was something shining in them.

She looked at Cylla. As if looking at something behind Cyra, he whispered, "Actually. When I found it, it had become a refuge that had nothing to do with nobility and humility. Those who survived the Templar slaughter. These are the only people. ”

"I remember when I first came here, the people here tried desperately to drive me away. They attacked me and scolded me in the hope that I would get away from them. I just hope I don't get infected with such a disease. ”

Claudia walked up, went around the old woman, helped her to sit down, and gently combed her hair behind the old woman. In just two breaths, the old woman, who had been almost insane, was comforted by her.

"When I first got here. I'm also distressed. I have the magic to heal wounds, but I can't dispel the plague. I almost broke down when I watched patients die after sunrise the next day after sunrise after seeing blood stains on my face, and there was nothing I could do about it. ”

"But at that moment, I found out that there was an old man with his legs cut off who had blood stains and died after four days, and I had an idea."

"Then, with a mother's permission, I cut off her child's limbs – because the disease causes the blood to clot and dry up, and even cutting the arteries can't squeeze out much blood. And even if the blood in the left arm is squeezed out, the blood marks on the right arm will make the body collapse. It had to be cut off at the same time, and someone kept wiggling their limbs to squeeze out the black blood. Her baby survived the next day, but after I treated his injuries and sealed them. But he died. ”

"That's when I understood that the disease must have something to do with blood. As long as you keep bleeding, you won't die in a short time even if there are blood marks. ”

Claudia said this. Her happy eyes almost glowed, and her face showed a blush of excitement: "And then. No one died of the plague again. All I had to do was cut off their limbs and have them move their limbs to squeeze the blood. Then, when they are about to die of blood loss, pray to the Guru to perform a miracle to restore their bodies, and then repeat the same process. I was tired, but I was happy because no one would ever die in front of my eyes again. ”

"But is your divine grace enough?"

Cyra couldn't help but ask, "You are not a voter, and your divine grace should not be enough to support this level of divine attrition." If it's a great miracle, even if you can't do it twice, you can only cast it twice in a row. ”

"That's right. But the Guru answered my prayers and gave me a new artifact—"

Claudia smiled slightly, "That's the Crimson Holy Grail filled with scarlet blood." It is rumored to be the blood of the ancient beast 'Scourge', and during the War of the Gods, the Scarlet Knights of Elcart got their power from the blood of the Crimson. ”

“…… No, wait. ”

Cyra suddenly felt a chill behind her back: "What have you done?" ”

"Just as you think - I changed my blood for them."

Claudia replied without hesitation: "I did this after asking each of them for their opinions and obtaining their permission. ”

"Because of this, they have become animalistic. After the ritual was completed, even without eating, a steady stream of scarlet blood would emerge from their hearts, squeezing poisonous black blood out of the wounds in their limbs. Their bodies are changing, and every day is different - the best thing is that their blood is back in color, and they can even lift their own bodies and become stronger. ”

"In order not to bother the others, they have been tying sterilized oak sticks to their severed limbs since yesterday morning, moving their limbs themselves and trying to squeeze out the old blood. And after a week, the flowers in the iris swamp were poisoned by the blood, and the swamp turned dark red. Since yesterday, the hot blood has even made the swamp begin to bubble and exude a foul smell. ”

"Those children are also there to repay the favor. They sprinkled their blood on the outskirts of the swamp, letting the foul-smelling, disgusting, and even plague-infecting stench drive away the priests and Templars who came to investigate—the only thing they could do. ”

Claudia said lightly.

Cyra was completely speechless.

The formation of this strange new order is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Cyra, who believes from the bottom of his heart that "the laws and enforcement of the gods are the source of order".

“…… But won't they lose their minds? Cyra asked, as if struggling.

"So what?"

Claudia asked rhetorically, "They're all kids." By the time I cut off their limbs, they were almost paralyzed and their internal organs were rotting, but they didn't cry. They accepted my surgery with a smile. ”

"This group of children is strong enough. They did everything they could. The rest, it's up to us adults. ”

Claudia looked at Cyla meaningfully, "Do you know what you're going to do now?" ”

“…… I think I get it. ”

Cyra's eyes became firm again.

"I think I get it."

In the Black Fire Bar, the black-robed man suddenly spoke, and his buzzing voice attracted everyone's attention: "I probably understand...... What do the gods think? ”

With that, he plucked off his head, revealing a crow-like beak mask that completely shrouded his face.

He buzzed, "Introduce yourself, everybody...... My name is Kakarit. I swear by my honor, soul, and ancestors that nothing I say next is a lie. (To be continued.) )