Witch Hunter from Entry to Unemployment

Chapter 51 Silhouette of the future

In the small room, the lights are brightly lit, and the incense burns quietly, emitting smoke mixed with a faint fragrance.

I don’t know why, although the Holy See’s residence has become larger and more luxurious, Cynthia Que prefers to stay in a small space.

Her prayer room is just like this. It is less than five square meters in size, and the altar alone takes up most of the space.

Coupled with some decorations on the walls, soft cushions on the floor, and a few robes hanging in the corners, the entire space can no longer fit anything else.

Cynthia had locked herself in the prayer room for several days, when she began to question the meaning of faith itself.

She began to recall the past and think about why she believed in the goddess.

Maybe it's because I used to be used to living in such a small place?

Since childhood, Cynthia has been the extra child in the family.

The small room and cold bread accompanied her childhood.

When she was a little older, her parents sold her to the Inquisition of the Holy See.

Everything that just happened seemed like an unrealistic and ridiculous fantasy, but Cynthia did not relax her vigilance.

"Big deal? Everything in the Holy See is normal today...how could the barrier be touched?"

This is the kindness and kindness of God, but I don’t know why this kindness and kindness look so cruel in Cynthia’s eyes.

Others can persevere because of their fanatical belief in the goddess, but what does she rely on to persevere? Maybe she just wants to live.

The prayer room was eerily quiet, the flickering candles in front of the altar were completely extinguished, and the incense stopped burning at some point.

She first checked the incense burner and found that the incense in it had been burned out, and although the candle in front of the altar was not completely extinguished, it was strangely half extinguished.

Not everyone can become a qualified warrior. I don’t know how many children have scars on their bodies that cannot be healed, and even more have become disabled.

"Did anything big happen in the Holy See today? Has the barrier been touched?"

In the past, she didn't understand why so many people believed in gods, and what exactly faith was.

The small space was filled with an inexplicable smell. Cynthia was very familiar with this smell. When she fought side by side with Rosalind, she had been exposed to this smell countless times. It was the smell of blood.

Your ability to become a Judgment Knight must be because you have devout faith in the goddess, right?

"My Lady Saint, is there anything I need to give you?"

"heresy!"

She should probably be angry, complain, be dissatisfied, or curse the culprit who got her into all this, but she didn't. Maybe she was numb, or maybe she was used to it.

She turned to look at the closed door beside her. The smell of blood was coming from there. Something sticky was slowly seeping in through the crack in the door.

Sure enough, something came.

The goddess did not respond to Cynthia's murmur. Connecting to the consciousness of the gods required a high price. Even if Cynthia could communicate with the gods, there was nothing she could do when the gods really did not want to pay attention to her.

As she murmured this, the white cloth covering her eyes became slightly moist.

She opened the door and walked out of the prayer room. The nuns guarding the door lowered their heads respectfully.

That's blood.

No, it's just that I can get rewards. My annoying parents and brother always come to me asking for money.

It wasn't until she met Rosalind that she understood the true meaning of life and what faith was.

Missing her like a tide, Cynthia leaned down sadly.

No, just like this, it's over. You don't have to endure hardship anymore. After all, you can live a good life by becoming a knight of judgment.

Straightening up again, all she can do now is to continue praying in front of the goddess, hoping that she can forgive her sins.

This inexplicable warning should not be underestimated. It is likely to be a glimpse of the future.

She was still sitting on her knees in the small prayer room. There was only the sweet fragrance of incense in the air, and there was no smell of blood anywhere.

But Cynthia couldn't say no, she could only smile and nod, indicating that she was a devout believer of the goddess.

"God... why did you choose me? I have never been a devout believer. I do understand what faith is, but my faith is actually... Could it be said that this is actually your love for me, the goddess?

Punishment?”

Slowly, the fake became real, and at some point Cynthia felt that she was a devout believer of the goddess.

Cynthia let out a scolding, and then the picture in front of her became fragmented.

The nun who was questioned was slightly stunned, and then she seemed to have thought of something and added another sentence.

People, you must have another belief in your heart, so that you can live stronger!

Some things always need someone to do them. If we don’t do them, who will?

No, it's just that you can eat better this way.

As for the reason for living, she has forgotten it.

There, apart from being able to have a full stomach, her life was still not that good. The training in the Inquisition was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

There was a magic power about that woman that she couldn't describe, and she couldn't help but be attracted to her.

Your ability to come out on top in training must be because of your devout faith in the goddess, right?

Originally, Cynthia thought that she would continue to drift with the crowd and spend the rest of her life as a knight of judgment without merit, until she met Rosalind.

The goddess hopes that we can achieve happiness, but what exactly is happiness? Happiness needs us to use our hands to develop it!

In order for the goddess's wish to come true as soon as possible, we need to work a thousand times harder!

No, this is not right, nor is it just. You have no right to judge this child in the name of the goddess. He does not deserve to die here, he also has the right to live!

"Captain...I miss you so much."

Scenes from the past emerged in my mind, and Rosalind's words still sounded so sonorous and powerful even today.

You train so well, must it be because you have devout faith in the goddess, right?

She didn't know if she was a devout believer of the goddess, but she didn't know when people around her started praising her like this.

"Oh, by the way, four God's Favored Ones have arrived in the Capital of Stars one after another. The first three have been summoned by the Pope, and not long ago, the fourth God's Favored One also came to the Holy See. Now they should be with

Lord Pope, please stay together."

"God...the favored one?"

Cynthia frowned slightly, but soon she spoke calmly.

"Get ready, I'm going to see the Pope now."

(End of chapter)