Cornelia knelt alone in front of the idol of the noble goddess, the cold moonlight shining through the glass into the church, and she tilted her head slightly, staring at the idol of the noble goddess.

Their aristocratic church also has its own 'faith network', and although it is not known how they got their crown, it is estimated that it is inseparable from what they have been doing recently.

The Church of the Nobles is the last refuge of all the nobles who follow the 'traditions', and it is the only place where they can enjoy a moment of peace and a pleasant atmosphere.

Even if you breathe with the decaying aristocracy, just to hear them boast about how much wealth they have 'gained' from the 'untouchables', Cornelia and other traditional nobles who believe in noble goddesses will feel sick to their stomachs.

If it weren't for the aristocracy's literacy that prevented them from turning around and leaving, those nobles might have discovered that something was wrong with them.

In order not to pollute the air around them, they would rather not go to those parties than go to the same place as the rotten guys who breathe the air - because that would make them feel unwell.

Not all nobles are rotten, and there are still some nobles who follow tradition, but this type of aristocracy is always a 'minority'.

Even they didn't feel 'innocent' - especially after embracing the ideas from the head maid!

Instead of wearing a gorgeous dress, Cornelia wore a modest gown, which was in line with the original teachings of 'frugality' and 'modesty', of course, with the change of the times, the teachings of the aristocratic church are no longer the case.

But in anticipation of the upcoming change, they changed back into this outfit once again.

They have accepted the latest teachings of the Church and are sharing the 'pains' that the gods of faith are suffering.

A tingling sensation welled up from deep within her bones, lapping against all parts of her body, but Cornelia was silent, not screaming in pain.

The traditional aristocratic education she received since she was a child gave her a strong physique, and even as a woman, her strength was no less than that of those aristocratic men now, and she was even able to go to battle after being stubborn.

Silence, patience, this is what all the bishops of the aristocratic church do.

They shared the pain of 'conversion' by looking directly at the idol with a plain and wistful gaze, and after this period of time, their church was able to usher in a great change.

Without them to share the pain, their gods would have to bear it all alone—how could this be, and wasn't it what they had always wanted to do for the sake of their faith?

It has always been their faith that has shielded them, and now the time has come for them to give for their faith, and any 'bishop' is willing to give.

When the voice of the goddess rang in her head again, Cornelia closed her eyes happily, but then she felt the 'pain' recede like a tide, and hurriedly opened her eyes.

At this time, she opened her shriveled lips slightly, and whispered the latest doctrine of the church—

“...... May all afflictions be far away from you, and may all afflictions never return......"

“...... The wheels of the times are rolling forward, and everyone will do their part to do so......"

It was as if there was a force condensed in the heart, as if there was a flame burning in the heart, as if there were countless voices repeating every passage in the canon.

Cornelia let go of her mind and let her consciousness melt into it, but as if nothing had happened, her eyes still fell on the idol.

Before you know it, the idol seems to have undergone some changes, and this change is particularly slow—like the pain that the noble goddess is suffering, and this change may continue for a long time.

As if in her hallucinations, Cornelia saw a goddess on her knees and struggling in pain, constantly pulling something out of her body, and although she couldn't see her face clearly, her neck and arms were covered with bruises.

With just one glance, Cornelia seemed to understand the goddess's pain.

In an instant, it dawned on her that this was the goddess she had always believed in, the god who had held up a shelter for them.

Cornelia stretched out her hand in a trance, as if she wanted to share the pain of her faith, but she couldn't grasp the slender arm with bruised muscles.

Suddenly, she blinked, and everything in front of her dissipated, leaving only an empty church.

The haughty moon hung in the sky, casting a white moonlight on the earth, and Cornelia knelt before the idol, the moonlight shining on her, reflecting her old countenance.

Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, but the bishop of the aristocratic church made no sound.

She looked at the statue in a daze, her eyes reflected a statue of a god with a peaceful appearance and an elegant smile on the corner of her mouth, but in her heart there was a goddess with a distorted face and endless pain.

She was sure that it was the god she had always believed in, and she could not be mistaken!

Their faith is suffering far more than they imagined, and in fact, let alone a god, even if a person withdraws his 'life essence' from his body, what kind of pain will he endure?

Their faith was weeding out the clutter of faith, and she had to do it for the sake of future transformation, for the sake of future social change.

When the head maid put two choices in front of her, she didn't hesitate to choose what she was doing, so she would definitely stick to it to the end.

Cornelia wept silently, and she slowly bent down to the face of the idol, resting her forehead on the ground.

"Thank you, thank you all the time......"

She had a lot to say about her beliefs, but when the words came out, that was all she could do.

Other than that, she didn't know what she was supposed to say at such a time.

After doing all this, Cornelia silently straightened up again and looked up at the idol.

Yes, their faith is suffering like that, and they can share a little bit for her.

It had to be done – they had to do it!

“...... The decaying past is always gone, and a new future has been waiting for a long time......"

“...... The progress and development of the times is not the work of one person, the future is built by millions of people......"

Cornelia's voice grew stronger, and as she continued to chant, her disgust for the nobles grew deeper and deeper.

Yes, she hates them, all the time!

Why go to great lengths to snatch every piece of property from the commoners, why can't they develop their territories and make themselves richer while making the commoners richer?

Why oppress civilians, they are not 'slaves'!

Why be poor and extravagant, isn't it good to use this wealth to promote the development of territorial commerce?

Why......

Why......

Why!!!

Growing up, Cornelia had countless questions in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask them, so she could only hide them in her heart.

As a nobleman, how can he be 'cunning' and make his life full of lies?

As a nobleman, how can he bully the weak?

How can a nobleman be insatiable and not only exploit commoners, but also fail to fulfill his duties as a 'noble' when they are suffering?

Cornelia had always known that she was abnormal, and that it was 'normal' only to exploit civilians......

So, let her continue to be 'abnormal'!

This has been the case since then, and from now to future, she doesn't need to be 'normal' anymore!