Chapter 38: Judgment 4

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Translator: CKtalon

When Cass woke up, he found himself lying in a simple tavern guest room. The air was filled with the faint smell of herbs.

He shuddered and wanted to sit up, but a cold hand pressed down on his chest and pressed him back onto the bed with a force that didn’t match her slenderness.

“Don’t move. Your wound hasn’t been treated.”

A cold female voice sounded.

Cass turned his head. Sitting beside the bed was the blond woman. She wore a triangular hat with white feathers and tight leather armor that allowed her to move easily. At that moment, she was focused on applying some green ointment to his abdomen.

This person was the woman who had saved him from the mist monster.

Cass noticed that there was an upward coarse, acute-angled horn symbol on the chest of the other party’s leather armor that consisted of two rough straight lines.

Cass recognized this symbol. It was the symbol of the Eighth Order of the Holy Spirits Church.

The symbol of the Holy Spirits Church was a heptagram. Every corner symbolized a Holy Spirit worshiped by the Church, representing Father, Mother, Elder, Lady, Youth, Child, and the Dead.

However, the eighth Holy Spirit, Hermit, wasn’t included in this symbol.

Back then, after Terra I completed his great undertaking of unifying the Vic Continent and ascended to the eighth Holy Spirit as a mortal, the Holy Spirits Church had debated for more than half a century about how the additional eighth Holy Spirit should belong to the Holy Spirit canon.

Some people believed that the eighth Holy Spirit wasn’t included in the creation model proposed by the first crown. Terra I was only another prophet. Some people also believed that the creation model of the seven Holy Spirits wasn’t perfect and needed a Holy Spirit that had been elevated from a mortal to make up for the last missing piece.

Finally, in the 8th Amnesty Decree issued by the 66th Holy Spirit Pope, the pious Palatu, it was clarified that the 8th Holy Spirit, Hermit, existed as a hidden Holy Spirit and couldn’t be mentioned at the public mass of the Seven Holy Spirits. Its symbol wasn’t included in the seven-pointed star symbol of the Holy Spirits Church, but changed to a separate acute-angled horn as a symbol.

From then on, the Eighth Order became semi-independent from the Holy Spirits Church. Compared to the Holy Spirits Church, it was closer to the Empire’s royal family.

“Are you from the Church?” Cass asked.

“Mm,” the other party grunted as a reply.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Nizemar,” the woman replied.

“Did you save me?”

“I guess.”

“Thank you.”

Cass recalled the scene before he lost consciousness. Back then, he could see his internal organs through the wound that had penetrated his abdominal cavity.

“I didn’t expect to still be alive?”

He originally thought that he was doomed.

“No, you’re actually dead.”

Nizemar said calmly, her tone terrifyingly calm.

Cass subconsciously reached under his nose to confirm that he wasn’t breathing.

After Cass confirmed that he was still breathing normally, Nizemar slowly continued, “However, the life link between that faerie and you saved you. The Life Scale Powder maintained your life, and I happen to be a healer. I’ve already stabilized that fatal wound with Hands of Healing, but it will probably take some time for you to fully recover.”

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