Chapter 69 - Chapter 69: Chapter 67 Reporting (2/2)

“Madam Irene, is there something you have come to see me about? Please come with me to the parlor.”

He had also been treated by Irene for some minor ailments and held her in high regard.

The strength of this Tempest Priest was at the high-level Beginning, and he had been stationed in Nasir for decades as a Level 2 Priest, with very few days spent away from the church.

Irene gazed at the imposing statue of the Tempest Overlord within the church, feeling a suffocating power in His eyes that demanded submission, an absolute authority that even the storm and thunder feared.

She proclaimed herself a follower of the Lord of Salvation, not a disciple of the Tempest Overlord, so she merely nodded slightly and paid her respects to the old man, saying calmly,

“Great Priest, I have to report an incident and hope that you can notify senior church officials to come and investigate in Nasir Town.”

“What did you say?”

The Tempest Priest narrowed his eyes, his expression growing serious as he asked, “Who do you wish to report?”

“Lady Isaac, she is actually a member of the Sea God Cult, and so is her unspoken brother.”

Irene’s response was calm, but the originally squinted eyes of the Tempest Priest widened in shock!

“What! Are you sure about what you’ve said?”

Lady Isaac, ah, he had known that woman for decades, a serious old friend. After a long silence, the Tempest Priest said,

“Madam Irene, I must warn you seriously that your accusations are extremely severe! If they turn out to be slander, the church will certainly punish you and the Fischer family severely!”

Accusations of heresy were indeed very serious matters; after all, those considered to be evil cultists were ultimately exterminated by the True Gods Church.

So as not to let nobles use heresy accusations as a weapon to eliminate rivals, the major churches took such matters very seriously.

Irene’s tone became solemn and earnest, “Yes, I am aware of its seriousness, Great Priest, my family members heard secrets in the conversations during Lady Isaac’s tea parties, there is no way they could be mistaken!”

“It seems Lady Isaac and her group are trying to perform some sort of ritual, an investigation will certainly uncover the problem.”

A ritual, you say?

This had to be taken seriously indeed, as the old priest, with a grave expression, knew too well the terrifying power of heretical rituals that had destroyed villages and even towns.

“In that case, the level of authority needed to investigate a knight clan is beyond my reach; it probably requires the personal attendance of the bishop’s deputy or a Level 3 Priest.”

The old priest nodded and after a pause continued,

“The journey here is long and challenging; it would probably take about a week for a carriage to reach Fein City and bring someone back.”

“Okay, I understand. When the time comes, the Fischer family will cooperate with the Tempest Church,” Irene responded, nodding again to show her respect before turning and leaving the church.

The old priest waited until the girl had left before he finally let out a long sigh.

“Alas, I hope the report is not true. While I do not wish for the kind Madam Irene to be punished, you, Isaac… must not be confused!”

Having lived for over seventy years in Nasir Town, he had few old friends left, and the stalwart, stubborn Lady Isaac was one of them.

However, years of religious service and intuition made it clear to the old priest that Madam Irene was not making baseless accusations; Lady Isaac likely had issues, just a matter of how significant they were.

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Lady Isaac stood in front of the window of her residence, staring at the familiar scenery outside.

The white mist slowly dissipated, revealing the tranquil and beautiful architecture of Nasir Town, and the slight sea breeze was also extremely comforting.

Yet in just a few days’ time, she would have to destroy everything before her eyes herself; likely thousands would die, and the entire town might crumble to pieces.

After the ritual was complete, Lady Isaac herself would certainly no longer be able to stay in this town; she must leave before the church’s and the kingdom’s powerful arrived.

She had no choice but to return to her “homeland” upon the sea, and rejoin the embrace of the Sea God Cult.

Lady Isaac sighed to herself, murmuring,

“Three days, only three days left.”

“And then, everything will be over.”