Crash!

"Ugh."

The soldier who had dragged me to the underground cell threw me roughly into the iron cage. My frail body hit the ground like a discarded stone.

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The iron bars slammed shut.

"Slave Reaper, how dare you touch a nun of the Church? You’ve got some nerve. The Lord will punish you."

"Oh, come on. If someone as virtuous as me is punished, who would be left in this world?"

"Hmph! That smug mouth of yours will shut soon enough!"

Tsk.

There’s no shame in any job, but it seemed the clergy had already branded me a criminal. They weren’t even willing to listen to my side of the story.

To prove my innocence, I’d need help from Elise or Lucas…

Though, if I’m honest, I did technically commit human trafficking.

Buying Elise to free her might have been my intention, but from an objective perspective, I had indeed purchased her. And not only that, I placed a soul-shackle on her under the guise of setting her free.

Even if Elise or Lucas stepped forward as witnesses, once the master-slave dynamic was revealed, the whole defense would crumble. Things might even get worse.

"Should I play the ‘Pope card’ here?"

If I revealed that I’ve shared meals and even slept under the same roof with their beloved pope, I might be able to wriggle out of this. If that didn’t work, I’d have to roll the dice.

"Hmm…"

But honestly, I wasn’t too worried.

I’ve lived such a virtuous life, after all.

The proof of my righteousness would surely be shown by the heavens.

Confident in my inevitable acquittal, I lay down on the cold floor. Folding my coat into a square, I used it as a pillow. I was just killing time leisurely when I heard the guards whispering outside.

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