Arsil sat alone, her head buried between her knees.

Her heart wanted to endlessly gaze at Lin, but memories of past mistakes made it impossible.@@novelbin@@

Her mind was blank.

The truth of the filthy backstreets, which she had always tried to deny, was slowly becoming something she had no choice but to accept.

Her heart, not her mind, calmly urged her to do so.

In the emptiness that felt like a gaping hole in the center of her chest, the only thing she could find was Lin.

But overwhelming regret and guilt weighed Arsil’s head down.

Lucy and even Tigria were displeased by the sight.

They wanted to snap at Arsil, asking if she was pretending to be pitiful just to get attention, but they knew they had no right to say such things.

Besides, the situation within the Holy Church was also urgent, not just Arsil’s troubles.

“The Goddess descended and personally exposed and purified Pope Agreus's corruption. There is no longer a Holy Church.”

In place of Lucy, who disliked speaking out, the magician Tigria declared to the gathered crowd.

Everyone in the Church had seen the pillar of light created by the Goddess’s descent, so they didn’t doubt the words, but the Church’s people immediately asked what they were supposed to do now about their daily lives.

“A council must be formed, and those with wealth should contribute a portion of their assets to secure enough food to last this year.”

“What did you say?”

“We have bought indulgences and donated, all nonsense, and the Pope has been pocketing our money! I won’t argue about it anymore—just use that money!”

The magician’s words were perfectly logical, but the wealthy, who had been bled dry by the Church, fiercely protested.

It wasn’t just the wealthy; even the common folk, who had been donating to buy the right to purchase indulgences, were sending cold looks.

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