Chapter 601 - 417: Silent Days (4)
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In the following two days, Malin confirmed with various Churches the list of all the children, only to find that a part of them were in Church custody, while many remained in orphanages due to lack of talent. Among all the children, only about thirty percent could receive the blessing of life sharing. For the rest who had no matching personnel, Malin had no choice but to let the Druids use potions made from World Tree fruit to help them.
This wouldn’t cure their genetic defects, but at least it would allow the children to live much longer and have a better quality of life.
After taking care of these children, Malin went to the Church of the War God to say goodbye to the last two kids.
They were a pair of orphans who had appeared in Carterburg six years ago speaking the common tongue with an accent from the Eastern Kingdom, making people suspect that they were the descendants of runaway slaves.
It wasn’t long before their aptitude for the military profession was proven, and they were selected by the Church of the War God. Half a year ago, they fell ill together, and now they were critically ill.
The Benevolent Church had issued a critical illness notice just two hours earlier.
Malin saw the two children in the Church, lying together on a large bed, with a Priest from the Benevolent Church offering a prayer for the repose of their souls. Their limbs had withered, cracked skin wrapped around their veins, and looking at them, it seemed that they no longer had enough strength to smile, but their hands were still tightly clasped together.
Where would their souls go?
Malin asked himself this, then turned to Nameless: "Your Excellency, they worship the War God. So... what about their souls?"
"They will go to the realm of torment; perhaps they’ll become Bleeders. At least they won’t become Chaos Spawn, because their souls are resilient enough," Nameless replied emotionlessly.