(Wester lands- Metropolis of Relanter)

(Governor’s Mansion)

Claire took a deep breath and glanced down at her longsword. The chilly metal of her blade was stained in crimson blood.

She had taken a life, however she felt nothing.

There was no feeling of guilt or remorse… and even regret.

Sui Li wasn’t certain if her feelings and mentality have been affected by gaining the unique Claire’s reminiscences…

Or maybe she was this sort of particular person from the beginning.

Lord Cain was useless.

She had personally beheaded the light scholarly man who was nothing greater than a wolf in sheep’s clothes.

No form man would have performed what he did to these darkish elves. Claire furrowed her brows as she recalled the whip and scar marks on the slaves’ our bodies.

No… there was one thought working by means of her thoughts as she recalled the horrific sights in that darkish basement.

She had killed him too shortly.

Lord Cain was lucky that she had killed him on the spot as a substitute of turning him over to the confessors of the Varion Church.

He would have died a way more painful dying of their fingers.

The faint traces of darkish magic that have been discovered lingering within the cellar proved that he was responsible past the shadow of a doubt.

And the Varion Church have been cruel to those that dealt in black magic.

Claire pushed these ideas to the again of her thoughts and centered on what to do subsequent.

Nobody may have anticipated that the governor had a secret room constructed that he used to imprison darkish elf slaves.

What ought to she do now?

Was the most effective plan to only await Father Amos?

He was the top of the native temple within the Metropolis of Relanter so this investigation ought to usually be handed over to him.

However Elisa was a excessive priestess which meant that technically she had the best degree of authority within the church slightly below the pope and the saintess.

Claire turned to the knights who have been following her and gave them a brand new set of orders,

“Seal off the governor’s mansion and be sure that no phrase of this investigation leaks exterior.”

“Clearly Lord Cain was not the one one conscious of the secrets and techniques hidden within the cellar, so we’re doubtlessly coping with a number of sinners.”

“When reinforcements from the native temple arrive collect all of the remaining servants and start the interrogation course of.”

The knights nodded in acknowledgement after which left to cross on her instructions to the church members scattered across the mansion.

Claire waited till they left her sight earlier than reaching into the brown bag connected to her hip.

She pulled out a worn-out rag and started to wipe the blood off her sword.

She couldn’t do away with the faint scent of blood nonetheless lingering on her weapon however at the least now it was clear sufficient to return in her sheath.

Claire roamed by means of the mansion whereas taking informal glances on the opulent shows of wealth and the Aristocracy.

Fits of armour have been positioned alongside the perimeters of the hall, well-known work have been hung up on the partitions and marble statues may sometimes be seen.

Lord Cain was a person used to consolation and wealth.

Claire stored strolling for round ten minutes till she lastly arrived on the door resulting in the assembly room.

She knocked on the picket door twice after which opened it.

Elisa was at the moment comforting Lord Cain’s spouse who stored sobbing whereas the opposite members of the church stood round with tense expressions on their faces.

Everybody’s consideration shifted over to the paladin who strode into the room with sluggish assured steps.

Claire was an imposing presence usually however now the chilly look in her eye made it laborious to stare at her instantly.

Skinny flecks of blood stained her armour however everybody within the room was conscious that it was most probably not her personal.

“My husband… the place… the place is he?” Lord Cain’s spouse sobbed desperately.

Claire didn’t say something however stared on the grieving noblewoman.

Lord Cain’s son was affected by the somber temper and likewise started to cry. His younger physique trembled as he rushed into his mom’s arms.

“What do you suppose occurred to him?” Claire abruptly requested in an off-the-cuff tone.

Lord Cain’s spouse froze in place as she heard Claire’s easy query.

The noblewoman checked out Claire and only for a second…. a fierce deep hatred flashed throughout her eyes.

It was shortly hidden behind her grieving expression however now Claire had the reply that she wanted to verify.

Claire stepped ahead and spoke in a chilly tone,

“Beneath Lord Cain’s mansion was a secret basement the place traces of darkish magic have been discovered. He has additionally been in touch with overseas races and as such… he has been punished for his crimes.”

“By the authority invested in me because the lead inquisitor for this investigation… Lord Cain was instantly sentenced to dying.”

Shocked gasps rang out within the room as Lord Cain’s spouse fainted on the spot.

Severe expressions appeared on the faces of the church members and even Elisa’s face hardened in disgust.

This matter was extra extreme than what anybody may have anticipated.

Elisa walked over to Claire and stood on tip toes to whisper in her ear, “What did you discover within the basement?”

“He was protecting darkish elves as slaves to torture them,” Claire replied in disgust.

“Utilizing the Lord of Mild as a protect to commit atrocities in his identify. What he did to these helpless innocents sicken me.”

Elisa remained silent however her fingers faintly trembled as she heard Claire’s tone.

This holy paladin was genuinely offended over the therapy of her supposed enemies.

She did not care that they have been darkish elves… she noticed them as innocents.

Elisa stepped again and for the primary time…

She felt misplaced and confused.

Claire was saying one thing else however the one sound that Elisa may hear was the frantic beating of her coronary heart.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

No… she couldn’t afford to get distracted.

Claire could have sympathy for her form however because the princess of the darkish elves Elisa knew that her destiny was to in the future destroy humanity.

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“How are the darkish elves? Are they injured severely?” Elisa requested with concern.

“They… they are not in an excellent state,” Claire admitted honestly.

The holy paladin subconsciously dropped her hand to the hilt of her sword as she remembered the injuries on the darkish elf youngsters.

She had been too merciful. That bastard deserved to undergo for his crimes.

“Are you able to carry me to the basement? I wish to heal them,” Elisa’s tender voice echoed by means of the room.

Claire thought-about the matter for a second and opened her mouth to answer however was interrupted by a number of voices of protest.

A number of of the clergymen and nuns within the assembly room overheard their dialog and Elisa’s suggestion was too radical for them to help.

“No… no… Lord Varion’s energy ought to solely be used to guard humanity!”

“Priestess Elisa you imply nicely however these overseas races cannot be trusted!”

“We should always depart them to die! The one good darkish elf is a useless one”

A cacophony of voice stuffed the room every attempting to dissuade Elisa from losing her therapeutic energy on darkish elves.

Elisa’s fingers curled up right into a fist and for the briefest second she was tempted to unleash a curse and kill everybody within the room.

The previous saintess took a couple of deep breaths and compelled herself to relax.

Effectively, it did not matter… she would discover an opportunity to sneak into the basement tonight and heal her individuals.

Claire quietly noticed the state of affairs and noticed the pained look on Elisa’s face.

The previous saintess was a kind-hearted lady and he or she wasn’t stunned that Elisa needed to heal the injured slaves.

Claire determined to make a transfer, so she closed her eyes and gathered her power.

A horrible stress abruptly descended on the room which compelled the noisy crowd to their knees.

Elisa circled in shock and noticed a harsh glint in Claire’s eyes as she reopened them.

The paladin’s physique was glowing barely as waves of religious mild wrapped round her.

Holy runes and symbols appeared within the air above her longsword and a hint of killing intent was directed in direction of the gang.

“Did you overlook one thing?” Claire hoarsely growled.

“Excessive Priestess Elisa has the best degree of authority within the church second solely to the pope and the saintess.”

“Her choices aren’t for the likes of you to query a lot much less refute. I count on you all to obey her instructions or I’ll personally execute you for insubordination.”