Stray

“No matter what the reason is, it’s your sin to cooperate with a superior demon, my child.” The monk still had a soft voice, and the genuine concern in his words made Nemo felt a little creepy. “You have to repent, so God can forgive you. Do you know what happens to the usual demon warlocks? You still have a chance to live cleanly, for which I’m sincerely happy.”

Nemo took a step back. No, this person is not like Old Patrick at all.

“I’m the one who was attacked.” He sank his voice. “I don’t think I have committed any crimes.”

“But you have a choice, don’t you? If you were really attacked for no reason, you have many ways to preserve your spirituality as a human being. You can cut your own throat with a dagger. You can bite off your tongue. You can let the despicable demon have no time to make a deal and die gloriously for God. Of course, I’m not condemning you, my child. People have always had times where they are confused. Look, aren’t you coming before me now?”

“But I’m not loyal to your—” Before he could make his position clear, Ann covered his mouth.

“May the glory of Zenni last forever.” Ann said solemnly. She let go of Nemo and wiped her hands on his robe. “Thank you again, speaker of divine grace. He’s just a little shocked. We’ll persuade him.”

Oliver also nodded with a flat face. He firmly grabbed the twisting gray parrot and left the perfume shop with Ann. The shop door closed automatically behind him and the bell on the door made a pleasant sound. The monk made a prayer gesture on his left chest, picked up the soft cloth, and continued to wipe the delicate glass of vial.

“…What he meant just now is that it was better for me to commit suicide immediately when I was attacked by Bagelmaurus?” After confirming they had gone far enough, Nemo asked in shock.

“He really thinks so. I know that the Laddism Church* has little influence in Roadside Town… This is already the softest stance of the Wodenist Sect. If it was an older sect, they won’t even ask for the reason. It’ll be the most ‘glorious’ just to kill you directly.” Ann’s made an ugly face. “You’d better be mentally prepared. At least free monks are civilians who practice voluntarily, unlike the Knights of Judgement who’ve been brainwashed since childhood. Cross is the Chief Justice. You can imagine it for yourself.”