Under the pressure of the whip on the back of her neck, Rachel turned her head furiously.
'How can I make them look away? How can I cheat on them?'
But Rachel didn't know that Medea had no intention of making a way out.
"Your Holiness, the answer seems to be in the cup of covenant that this woman has written her hand on."
Meden's chin gestured, and Rachel's attendant walked over.
The attendant priest in front of the Pope took off his robe. In the place of the familiar creamy robes, flat flannel armor flashed.
It was Theo.
Rachel was stunned. Now she understood why the brainwashing to capture Medea didn't work.
"Uh, how, uh, when did you start..."
Was he hiding beside her? So, where is the original Warlock?
Theo, how did this knight escape her brainwashing?
But the moment Medea picked up the Goblet, Rachel realized that all of her questions were meaningless.
"The long-serving high priests of the Holy Kingdom know that this Cup of Covenant is indelibly marked by the contact of the wretched with the wicked."
Medea raised the goblet high for all to see.
"The Beginning of Darkness."
The Pope's voice, examining the inside of the blackened silver cup, fell into a silence as heavy as a stone.
"Hmm, black magic..."
The priests who had been holding their breath groaned. The only people who wielded the primordial darkness were the warlocks who dabbled in the taboo.
"Yes, let's say there are traces left on the glass."
Then, Rachel broke the silence and raised her voice.
"But where is the proof that it is me?"
Her voice was trembling. No, when she tried harder to suppress the tremor, Karanka and the metal sound that she didn't want to hear came out.
Rachel's eyes widened.
"With such evil power, how could I stay in this sacred temple for so many months? Do you believe that is possible?"
Rachel's madness disguised as resentment made Medea wait no longer.
Zurrrrr. An outstretched hand tugs at the curtain.
The curtain slid to the floor, revealing the hidden mirror.
Rachel was reflected in the clean mirror.
"Ahh..."
"Hey, look over there...!"
The priests screamed in horror.
Rachel turned slowly.
What do you see in the mirror...
A black crack appeared in her heart. Above all, what caught her eye the most was her hands, which were originally pure white.
The mirror's sacred power to reflect the essence tore through the camouflage of the black magic that hid the hand.
At that moment, a sharp breath burst out from among the priests.
"Hey, that..."
"Wicked! It is of darkness!"
Even priests who had not awakened their divine power could feel it, and the instrument that bloomed from her right hand was eerie and unusual.
Rachel's right hand was black and twisted, like a long-rotten branch.
The flesh was cracked, and the knuckles of her hands, which did not even look human, were trembling with black energy.
"It's black magic!"
Rachel's true self appeared in the mirror that reflects her essence.
That is.
It was the moment when the harsh truth was revealed that their Saintess, whom the temple had been waiting for hundreds of years, was an evil warlock.
As she felt the sharpened power of the Pope and the High Priests, Rachel's face contorted like a demon.
'Like this... Will it collapse like this? So heartless?'
Her purple eyes scanned those in the Chamber of Judgment again.
Only the Pope and the prelates are there.
If they were to be caught anyway, they wouldn't be able to send out the warlock's apprentices to silence them.
"Kill them. All of them here."
Rachel gave the order to summon all the attendants who were outside.
"..."
However, there was no response from the outside.
"Didn't you hear that? Kill them all."
"..."
Whoops!
Then, a dagger grazed Rachel's cheek. She froze.
Plop.
Something was thrown in front of her.
"Are you looking for this?"
Cesare, leaning back, was grinning at Rachel.
The hilt was pulled down, revealing the bloody daggers of the acolytes, or rather, the warlocks.
"They are too talented to be killed here."
"...!"
Rachel's vision flickered.
What was rushing before her darkened eyes was not the victory she had so much expected, but the downfall.
***
"Nope! I didn't do anything wrong! That sissy cheated on me! They're squeezing and squeezing and cheating on us all!"
Medea walked over to Rachel.
"No matter what tricks I use, you're the only one."
Medea caught the image of the Saintess staring at her hatefully.
Despair, bewilderment, and confusion reflected in Rachel's big eyes... And hatred towards her.
"Catch!"
Rachel was about to run toward Medea, but the temple knights grabbed her violently. The opposite scene was created from her last life.
The beast caught in the trap became a Saintess, and the hunter who hunted her became Medea.
Medea's ducked.
It would be a lie if she didn't have a despicable desire to see it in more detail. And the moment Medea's reflection happened to be reflected in the mirror.
"Oooooooo!"
The platinum glow from the mirror shone through Medea.
At the same time, the necklace around her neck was untied.
The necklace floated into the air and sucked in the brilliant light.
"Oh, no..."
Rachel groaned when she saw this.
She knew instinctively.
This is the moment when the true Saintess of the Holy Country, or rather, the continent, that has been hidden until now, is revealed.
"Well, that necklace.. Shadeia's..."
Pope Benedict recognized the token of the shrine maiden of Shadeia.
As the head of the Old Church, he knows that the original representative was the strine maiden of Shadeia.
The Pope staggered. Then he slumped down.
"She is a deputy. This was the Holy Woman!"
The Awakened Priests, too, felt the expanse of Medea's bursting power. They knelt down and pressed their foreheads to the floor.
"Suddenly, why..."
Bewildered, Medea looked at them and tried to take a step back.
"The extraordinary black magic has blindfolded you, and you don't know the true agent!"
"She is a true surrogate!"
"No, It can't be..."
The most alarming thing was High Priest Paul.
His face was pale, almost as if all the blood had disappeared.
He flailed violently.
He couldn't accept the sight of Medea in the mirror, bathed in light, and Rachel, still surrounded by black magic instruments.
"It's a lie, it can't be..."
He pressed his forehead on the floor and wept.
The goddess representative who would save this continent from the disaster that he had been waiting for so long was actually a warlock.
It was not just a betrayal, but an insult that shook the very divinity he had believed in.
"Bring this woman out."
Pope Benedict's voice toward Rachel was cold and firm
"Take her to the tower of sinners."
Unlike the other High Priests, who were shocked to learn the truth revealed by the holy relics, there was no astonishment or confusion on his face.
'Maybe I had a premonition of this moment from the beginning.'
Looking at Rachel's rotten right hand in the mirror, the Pope swallowed a sigh.
"...If Your Holiness also has doubts about Saintess Rachel, I would like to ask you to help me in this matter. This is not just a matter of the central temple, but the well-being of the entire continent."
In the name of preparing for the wedding, Medea had already told the Pope about today's plans.
A specially made chamber of judgment with relics that reflect the truth. All preparations for the test of Rachel were carried out silently under the direction of the pope.
"Black magic..."
The discomfort and discomfort he felt every time he met the Saintess was now explained.
But.
Theo flashed into the Pope's eyes. He threw off his ascetic priestly robes and stood beside Medea.
"The only one who saw through the reality was a paladin in this vast central temple."
The Pope swallowed his sighs.
The central temple was not the same as it used to be.
The power of the goddess has faded, and those who worship her have also become tainted by depravity and desire.
At that time, the hallway.
Sensing his presence, Jason hurriedly disappeared behind the pillar.
"Ahh... I am a Saintess! Trivial things! I'm innocent! It's a trap, everyone is being deceived!"
As she was dragged away by the temple knights, Rachel cried out sharply. Her face was filled with anger and madness as thick as poison.
The appearance of the Saintess, who was always gentle and graceful, was nowhere to be found.
Jason bit his lip without realizing it.
He was shocked.
Standing outside the judgment room, he couldn't believe the truth he had managed to learn.
Saintess Rachel was actually a warlock.
'Then... Even then?'
The second wife he chose after abandoning Medea and the children.
Had he really been possessed by a warlock, abandoned his family, and committed irreparable sins
Jason gasped. His bones felt like he was freezing.
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