Satisfied with everything she had prepared for prayer, she turned around.
"Don't let anyone in until I come back."
"Yes, Saintess."
After giving a firm command to the attendant priest, Rachel approached the back wall of the chapel.
Tap on an old brick.
Siiiiit.
The hidden stone wall slowly pushed back, revealing a secret passage.
Holding a lit lamp, Rachel stepped into the aisle.
Now that everyone believed she was still in the chapel, Rachel was getting closer to Medea, step by step.
Finally, Rachel exited the passage, closed the stone wall, and entered the judgment room.
Medea's body was placed on the altar.
Her face was silent with her eyes closed.
Her pale and lifeless appearance looked like a martyr in the Bible.
Death of Medea de Valdina.
"I did it. I won."
The moment of victory unfolded in front of her was surprisingly sweet.
A smile spread across Rachel's lips. She felt like she was going to die of pride.
"It's all useless to take away this sissy's fate one by one. I took it upon myself to do it, and it was over in no time."
She defeated the agent that even the great warlocks who had grown in power in the darkness for half a century did not dare to touch.
"What would God do if he loved you? Child of Prophecy. Embodiment of Venus. Ahaha... It's so bad that a grandiose name is overshadowed. Look at your miserable appearance, that you didn't even foresee your death."
Rachel's eyes flashed with a sneer.
"Medea, while you are drunk with the fate they have bestowed upon you, I will be without such a blessing, only with my hands and with my blood! I've come this far."
Rachel leaned down and whispered in Medea's ear.
"I'm the one who is really chosen."
Rachel pulled a dagger out of her bosom.
The sharp blade trembled with joy, as if it could cut through her skin just by brushing it.
If a Princess is found dead with a dagger stuck in this sacred place under the watchful eye of the Statue of Justice.
"Doesn't that look like a divine punishment?"
The corners of Rachel's mouth were long.
"The gods have punished the arrogant person who went against the will of the goddess."
And she is remembered as the true representative of God, the one who overcame all opposition and criticism, and the only one who understood the will of the goddess.
Rachel fixed the dagger. The hand holding the dagger was the left hand.
Her rotting right hand was barely covered with black magic, and it was nothing more than a piece of meat that could no longer be used.
Rachel glanced at the statue.
"How dare you make my hands like this?"
This was not only Medea, but also revenge against the goddess.
"See with your own eyes how your beloved child is insulted until she dies."
"Hmm. hmm... Ahaha."
The laughter mixed with madness sounded like crying.
Rachel raised the dagger high. Then she aimed the sharp edge at Medea's heart.
"I'll take your share. Don't be so upset, because when the primordial darkness wakes up, everyone will be sick of you."
The moment she was about to slam it down on Medea's heart.
Medea, who had been closing her eyes, opened her eyes in a flash.
"...!"
At the same time, a cold hand grabbed Rachel's wrist.
"Uh... why..."
Rachel's eyes trembled with astonishment.
A corpse comes back to life?! I noticed that she wasn't breathing!
"It's a poison made from the darkness of the beginning. There is no way you will survive...!"
How did she survive? Did the goddess use her hand? Was there an antidote?
"How the hell..."
Rachel's eyes widened. Then she soon noticed.
"You again... You deceived me again."
The Images of Medea, who drank all the holy water from the silver cup in front of her eyes, and who was not breathing, flashed through Rachel's mind one after another.
From the beginning, this sissy wasn't dead.
Rachel gritted her teeth. Her head burned with anger.
"Holy water... You didn't drink it. You even faked yourself for being dead."
"I think I should show the sincerity befitting the Saintese's devotion."
Rachel's face contorted like a demon at the calm reply without explanation.
The realization that she was tossed by Medea crushed her pride. Her hatred for her boiled deep in her heart.
"Oh. Medea..."
Rachel scanned the room quickly.
A limited space with no way to escape. Medea is now naked without a weapon.
So...
"Nothing will change."
Rachel's purple eyes flashed with life.
"If you are not dead yet, I can kill you again!"
The moment Rachel was about to slam down the dagger again.
“Die!”
Medea rolled over from the altar and dodged.
Rachel followed Medea's bloodshot eyes.
'Kill. Only by getting rid of that can I stand on my feet. I have to kill that sissy!'
Rachel knew that if she didn't get rid of Medea, her life would be ruined.
However, Medea's movements were too quick for Rachel to catch up.
"Come on, catch her!"
Rachel slammed the attendant priest.
"What are you doing? Hold on tight so she can't escape!"
However, contrary to her wishes, the ascetic priest only watched her.
"What are you watching from afar? Catch her, kill her!"
The Saintess reached out to snatch the Princess. It was a breathtaking street that seemed to be within reach at any moment.
However, Medea turned around in a split second, and Rachel's body, unable to overcome the inertia, hit the wall with the flame on it.
At that moment, the huge flame hanging from the wall stretched down like silk and spilled downward.
Then, the glass wall hidden behind it was revealed.
The lanterns lit up, illuminating the faces of the people inside the glass walls.
Pope Benedict, the High Priests, and the temple knights...
"This, this..."
"Saintess Rachel, now... What the hell are you doing?!"
A voice that resonates sharply.
The Pope came out of the glass wall and stared at Rachel fiercely.
Rachel froze, as if she had taken her breath away. Blood slowly drained from her face.
She passed through the faces of the Priests in amazement, and saw her reflection in the glass wall.
Unkempt hair, hateful eyes, and a mouth twisted with madness.
Raising a dagger and trying to stab Medea...
She was so fierce and ugly that it was unbelievable that she was always beautiful and benevolent.
"Holy Maiden..."
Even High Priest Paul stared at her in disbelief.
Clang.
The dagger fell from Rachel's hand.
"Oh, no..."
She flailed right away. But her voice was faint, as if she knew it was a poor excuse.
"I can explain it. Why me... No. I'm innocent. You can't trust me."
"Are you about to deny what I have heard and seen with my old eyes and ears?"
The Pope asked a question in a shrill voice.
"Have you forgotten that you admitted your Intention to kill the Princess and make her death the will of the goddess?!"
The words that had been spoken arrogantly to insult Medea, who had just died, were strangling Rachel.
"No, it's not! Your Holiness, there was a misunderstanding. I can explain. Your Holiness, you have to trust me-"
"Rachel, you said that the beginning darkness would be resurrected."
"I'll take your share. Don't be so upset, because when the primordial darkness wakes up, everyone will be sick of you."
The Pope's eyes pierced her mercilessly.
He was now seeing the goddess's undying concern and an old enemy who was aiming for the old religion.
"Reveal your identity. What are you aiming for by disguising her?"
Eventually, Rachel got caught.
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