"Holy Light, Sister Cheryl, is this a masterpiece of the gods?"

After just ten minutes, Denisha's uneasiness had long since been replaced by two beating villains on the magic web.

Denissa's original sad expression was rejuvenated, and her fingers slowly pressed in midair.

"If only the gods could create something so interesting..."

Unable to refuse the plea of her top-caliber juniors and best friends, Cheryl first showed Denisha the records she had brought with her from Nolan.

Although the nun was excited about the uplifting songs on the record, the record did not have the effect of dispelling the whispers in her head.

So Cheryl tentatively opened the caster forum and chose the 'Game Zone', trying to use the games inside to distract Denisha.

The current effect seems to be that Cheryl has succeeded, the nun, who has never been out of the Holy City since she was a child, and rarely even goes out to church, has fallen in love with this game of 'dwarves save the princess' in just a few minutes.

"That's... Who are the creators? Sister Cheryl, you've been to Nolan, you must be some well-known sage in Nolan. ”

In the eyes of this nun lady, this magical 'magic' could only come from the hands of the gods, or from the rumored omnipotent sages of Nolan.

"Sage? How could those old men who were as bored as the Desireless make such a thing... Wait a minute! Denissa, you've missed a mushroom that increases the number of times you can use resurrection. ”

Cheryl didn't tell Denisha the truth, in case the nun knew that the game she was playing was the work of a 'demon'.

She must have been in a panic again, and immediately took her hands off her keyboard, shouting uncomfortably 'Devil's Trap' or something like that.

But even if it was really a 'devil's trap', the nun had a lot of fun in the trap.

So sometimes ignorance is always the happiest.

"Resurrection mushrooms?"

Dinisha wanted to turn around and find the mushroom after Cheryl's reminder, but her operation was very rusty, so suddenly she changed direction, and the 'dwarf uncle' wearing a red hat controlled by Dinisha instantly ran into a monster.

The nun also managed to lose one of her own blood in the game.

"How... Dead? ”

The death of the game character on the screen filled Denisha with guilt in her heart, and she even stopped moving with her hands.

"This dwarf has been blessed by the gods, and after death, he can be blessed with countless resurrections, so don't worry, the task of guiding them to save the princess is up to us."

Cheryl fooled the naïve Miss Nun, who, with her character, should not have been in such a cruel organization as the Inquisition.

Unfortunately, when Dinisha was fourteen years old, she suffered from a strange illness.

In order to continue her life, she chose to give all of herself to the so-called gods, that is, to join the Inquisition.

But in the five years she has joined, she has not been sent on a single mission.

"If the journey is so dangerous, I think it would be better for the two dwarves to live together than to save the unknown princess."

This is where Denisha comes up with her own unique take on the game's story.

Cheryl didn't know how to answer the nun's words for a moment, so she could only look at her in surprise.

"Let... Let's move on. ”

Driven by the desire to clear the level, Dinisha seems to be trying to hide something, and she still controls the red-hatted dwarf Mr. Mario and embarks on a journey to save the princess.

The fun of the game gradually made Denisha forget the whispers in her head, but Cheryl next to her was caught in an anxious wait.

She hadn't had time to write the latest part of her Inquisitor Diary today, and Cheryl was filled with worry when she thought of the spellcasters who were waiting to see the latest content.

Cheryl didn't know where this guilt came from, it was the first time she had shown what she had written to others, and what she didn't expect was to attract the attention of so many spellcasters.

A drive to be seen by more people and appreciated by more people drives Cheryl to keep writing.

But if the new content isn't updated today, will those spellcasters lose interest in Diary of an Inquisitor heretic?!

Cheryl found the cause of her worries, but tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

There was another knock on the door to her room.

"Who is it?"

Cheryl immediately sat up from the bed and asked aloud about the identity of the person knocking on the door.

"Cheryl, is that kid in your room?"

A male voice came from outside the door, a priest with the status of presiding judge, who was also the presiding officer in dealing with the 'failures' this evening.

Hearing his voice, Denisha, who was originally controlling the dwarf uncle to run after a mushroom, trembled slightly, and the hand on the virtual button instantly rested on her legs.

"In my room... Can I help you? ”

Cheryl didn't look at the door, she couldn't confirm the priest's intentions, and it was likely that she had discovered that Denisha was also a 'loser'.

"That kid Denisha seems to be a little confused lately, which makes me very worried, and Sister Cheryl I also have a task to give you, please open the door."

The priest's voice is soft, a skill that clergy must learn.

Cheryl was not deceived by his words, but the priest's position was far higher than her presiding judge in the Inquisition, and she had to open the door of her room.

The priest walked into the room, his face changing slightly as his gaze focused on Denisha.

"Looks like the confusion in your heart has been dispelled, Denisha." He said.

"Yes, Father..."

"Maybe I heard the singing of the saint tonight."

Cheryl added that the naïve nun didn't know what it meant to lie.

"Very well, may the gods always protect you, and Sister Cheryl, heresy has reappeared, and the Church needs to rely on your power."

The priest took a Gospel from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Cheryl, it was blank and only Cheryl could read the words.

'The dragon that is entrenched in the foundations of the ancient tree has slept forever and offers praise for the resurrection of God......

It was a series of jerky texts that Cheryl had deciphered to be three days later that she was going to the Blackwood Forest far away in the kingdom of Fallosi.