Chapter 240: The Holy Land of Ferderica (3)
Riltara flinched despite herself. The place Ketal had been held was the deepest cell in Ferderica’s holy land, a prison reserved for the most dangerous criminals, fortified by powerful holy magic. Yet Ketal bent the iron bars as if they were nothing at all. He could have left at any time—he’d simply chosen not to.
“W-wait! If you break out like that, the alarm will—”
“It’s fine,” Ketal said calmly.
With a quick punch, he sent a blast of force across the cell, smashing the alarm device to pieces. Riltara fell silent, unable to find her voice.
“Let’s get going, shall we?” Ketal said with a relaxed smile as he strolled out of the cell. Riltara quietly followed, a storm of questions in her mind.
“You’re wondering whether the Saint and the Elders truly live by Ferderica’s teachings, aren’t you?”
“Yes...,” Riltara admitted with a slow nod.
Just as the faithful were forced to live in deprivation, she wondered if the clergy had suffered as well. She questioned whether they truly lived according to Ferderica’s values.
“Let’s find out for ourselves,” Ketal said, striding confidently down the hallway. Riltara, startled by his assurance, hurried to catch up.
“I know a few places that seem suspicious. Maybe we could—”
“No need,” Ketal replied. “I already know where to go.”
Riltara looked at him, wide-eyed. “You do?”