"Have you heard the latest rumors?"

On a morning so clear the sky seemed almost transparent, the nuns chatted idly while preparing meals for the children.

"What rumor?"

"Apparently, there's a new cult called the Death God Sect in the east."

"Oh my, the Death God Sect? Just the name sounds sinister. Is it a heretical cult?"

"It seems so. They worship a Death God or something."

Recent disturbing rumors had surfaced—followers of a Death God claimed miraculous cures: incurable diseases healed, lost sight restored, even the dead brought back to life. If one were to believe the rumors, this deity seemed omnipotent.

However, these tales, likely embellished and fabricated, found few believers in the Holy Kingdom of Kassilon. No fool there would credit such monstrous tales.

"People are so foolish."

"Foolish indeed. The Mother Superior would have us praying all day as penance for such talk."

"Mother Superior would likely agree with us. Knowing her, she'd be furious, demanding the root of this heresy be exterminated immediately."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

The nuns giggled among themselves.

"But why is this Death God suddenly so popular? There was something else related to it, wasn't there?"

"The Slave of the Death God?"

"Yes, that's it! The Slave of the Death God!"

Elise's ears perked up at the familiar nickname.

"Recently appeared in Haarlem. Bought a nun from the black market, did you hear about that?"

"What? Someone dared to buy a nun as a slave? Are they out of their mind?"@@novelbin@@

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