Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The side face of the nun is still childish, showing a childishness and cleanliness full of youth.

Grace would like to use an unpolluted lily to describe her at this moment.

It's just that compared to flowers that can't withstand the wind and rain, this delicate body contains firmness and kindness that most people don't have.

Avro's kindness towards his release will end up being nailed to the gallows just like Jesus.

In the absence of interest entanglements, Grace actually didn't want her to suffer this.

The pain of having faith and the world collapse before your eyes is unbearable for ordinary people.

But Judas who betrayed Jesus will never be her, so there is nothing to be pitiful about. He will be responsible for her.

Maybe it would be good to become a spiritual guide by reaching into her heart?

Grace put aside her thoughts. She picked up the "History of the Goddess" from the table shelf in the confessional room, browsed through it roughly, and started her own round as if chatting:

"Miss Afro, do you think the current church is normal?"

After a period of quiet white noise, the clear and cold voice of Her Royal Highness finally sounded in the confessional room.

Avro heard the sound and immediately lowered his arm.

She no longer broke the jar, but lowered her eyebrows slightly and treated it with a serious enough expression.

As a nun, she always treats her faith with [-]% spirit.

"Normal...what does it mean?"

Avro retorted almost without thinking,

“Is there anything abnormal about the current church?”

Is it normal?

Grace frowned slightly.

The essence of faith should be like a child relying on his father's protection, a need for security.

But after religion became a bottom-up interest organization structure, it completely changed its flavor.

Grace couldn't understand that in such a cold winter, someone could endure the stinging pain and dedicate everything to the misty goddess.

But she planned to use this as a point of authority. Grace raised her head and looked directly into those doubtful eyes and asked,

"It just comes from my thoughts. Why are so many people willing to donate money to the church even if they are hungry?"

Apparently, Afro is very devout in his faith.

The vigilant nerves tensed up in an instant, Afro's eyes were firm and sharp, and he never felt any wavering.

"The church's money is basically used to repair the church, the statue of the goddess, and to provide relief to poor believers. People have carried sins since they were born crying and need to atone for their sins. Whether to use donations to atone for their sins or give everything to the goddess, this is It’s their personal choice.”

There are people in this world who believe in the goddess, and there are naturally people who slander the goddess.

Avro believed in his heart, believed in what he saw with his own eyes, and believed in the efforts of those people.

In the church, facing hundreds of rogues, three knights guarded the church alone, and there were also nuns and priests who went to plague-stricken areas alone.

Their choice is to make their beliefs stronger.

"Choice?" - It's also a choice, right?

Grace repeated the word softly, smiled meaningfully, and asked again,

"What about the indulgences?"

Avro glanced at Her Royal Highness. She was not a believer, so she could not understand. Therefore, all she saw in her eyes was the blasphemy of other people's beliefs.

"A person's wealth cannot be taken with him in life or death. Indulgence is not for the poor, but for the rich who have faith but no time."

"And the Holy See will also use these to help the poor."

——Yes, this is also the meaning of the church opening up indulgences, giving money from wealthy believers to poor people.

The cramped confessional is about three square meters, and looks like an exquisite birdcage sealed with mahogany.

On the wall on the side of the Redeemer, there is a delicately carved relief of Vers, the goddess of light. The goddess on the relief has her eyes closed and her hands clasped together, spreading her gospel to the earth in a compassionate gesture.

Avro moved her gaze to the relief of the goddess. She imitated the goddess's posture and clasped her hands together.

The slightly lit kerosene lamp in the confessional outlined the flickering light and shadow, illuminating the nun's face with incomparable clarity and piety.

At this moment, her body was filled with indescribable holiness and divinity.

She sighed softly, her light voice echoing in the small space,

"Have you ever fallen into a moment of self-blame and pain? No matter how you try to make up for it, no matter how you repent, some things just can't change the final outcome?"

"I hear too many other people's stories in the church every day. Here, the gamblers who are addicted to gambling and the thieves who are addicted to theft can get spiritual comfort and finally reach a happy ending."

The volume of her speech was not loud, but her soft words were as silent as the gurgling water.

If there is a chance, Avro must read him some bedtime stories, or read some nonsense religious words like now, it will definitely make it easier to fall asleep.

——Of course, what she said was all nonsense.

Grace is the most complete atheist. She never believes in any power, because the only one who can change her destiny is herself.

He even opened the "Goddess Documentary" in his hand in the middle of speaking.

The text in the game's other world is not much different from the writing system of the earth, and of course the language is too.

Therefore, Grace’s integration into another world does not require many thresholds.

The passage of time has left traces of precipitation on the slightly yellowed paper. Thanks to the fine workmanship, the ancient handwriting on the book is still clearly visible.

On the first page of "History of the Goddess" are seven commandments written in eye-catching large characters.

These are similar to the Ten Commandments of Christ, which are nothing more than filial piety and not to do anything but evil.

One of them is - you are not allowed to bear false witness. If you violate one of the precepts, you will fall into eternal hell.

Interesting, Grace raised her eyebrows slightly and secretly remembered this.

Avro didn't care whether Grace listened carefully or not. She talked tirelessly, which made Grace feel a little dizzy.

"Because people always have a past that they can't let go of, that's why the existence of a goddess is needed."

"Each of us has sins. The goddess will give everyone an equal opportunity to atone for past sins and regain a new life. This is the meaning of the existence of the Holy See and faith."

At this point, Avro finally finished speaking in one breath. She released her prayer posture, turned around, and looked at Grace with a slightly complicated look.

I hope Her Royal Highness can seek common ground while shelving differences, but with Her Royal Highness’s unconventional character...

"Are you finished?"

Grace asked, she raised her eyes and showed a condescending expression again.

Avro frowned, she noticed the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

10.Now I am your god

Her Royal Highness stands elegantly, and her silky black hair, as deep as the night, hangs down to the "History of the Goddess".

She closed the book neatly, with a snap, like a warning drum before declaring war.

She held the book, folded her hands in front of her belly, and said sharply in a challenging manner,

"You also saw the old man in the church. In such a cold winter, he only wore a thin piece of burlap clothing."

"With those eight silver coins, I can at least eat freely for half a month and buy a thick winter coat."

"But she donated the hard-earned money to the church because of her faith."

"It's so cold today, maybe she will freeze to death on the roadside at some point without anyone noticing, and become a cold corpse. Maybe she will fall in the snow because of hunger."

"But this money, which was almost saved with life, entered the church in the name of atonement. In the end, it was not used by the goddess, but was divided up by the so-called clergy. Do you think this is reasonable?"

An overly offensive statement.

The look on Avro's face was uneasy. She pursed her lips tightly, twisted her eyebrows into several sections, and lowered her head in warning and disgust.

That posture easily reminded Grace of a golden retriever puppy ready to attack at any time.

Grace took another closer look and made a definite evaluation in her heart - well, it does look similar.

The sharp eyes pierced the opponent's eyes like swords, and the high-heeled shoes moved forward step by step, acting as an invisible and secret threat.

Grace moved forward, so close that she could see her own sharpness in the nun's eyes.

She raised the "History of the Goddess" in her hand to block their anxious gaze, waved it gently, and questioned word by word,

"You are enjoying the flesh and blood of others without any worries about food and clothing. Is this kind of religion really worth pursuing?"

Avro exhaled a slightly suppressed breath from his chest.

This burning breath even touched Grace's cheek at a very close distance.

"His Royal Highness!"

A long and white hand grabbed the girl's wrist, and the nun called out to Grace loudly, almost with anger.

She looked directly without fear, without a moment's guilt, and her clear voice was honest and innocent.

"This is a church, please maintain respect for the goddess! Moreover! The church has never divided any money belonging to believers, nor has it forced donations or the purchase of indulgences!"

She snatched the "History of the Goddess" that she had read countless times from Grace's hand and protected it against her chest like a treasure.

"In times of disaster or famine, this money will be used to provide relief to the victims! Even some of the public facilities in the imperial capital were built by churches in their respective jurisdictions. The church and the Holy See of Light are by no means as dirty as you say!"

The anger bar was about to reach 100%. Avro's slender fingers formed into fists, and his palms were clenched so hard that they turned white.

Your Royal Highness, first of all, disrespected the goddess, secondly, she tricked herself into wearing a collar, and finally, she even started to attack the church.

Rude, shameless, heartless and unjust.

He obviously saved her but had to suffer this almost humiliating treatment.

The nun's thin body was shaking constantly, which was a manifestation of suppressing anger. Grace had expected this.

Anger is the first step to taming.

How can a proud and upright person succumb in an instant?

Grace even began to appreciate Avro a little.

"Miss Afro, I'm just stating the facts. Are there no dirty believers in the church who have ugly hearts and succumbed to interests?"

"Suppose you are a poor believer who firmly believes in the goddess. The priest you love tells you that you can only get the chance to go to heaven by buying indulgences and dedicating everything you have, otherwise you will go to hell."

Grace held her head high, stood upright, and looked at Afro without stepping back.

In those green eyes, the high light gathered into a clear point, and the nameless flame was raging in it.

Maybe it will explode completely in the next second, burning with monstrous force.

"Maybe money is nothing to you, but to put it another way, the price is not just money, but your family? Are you willing to sacrifice your family's lives?"

Grace pursued the victory. She moved her gaze to the neck of the girl wearing the collar, and asked as if she was knocking on the soul:

"Are you willing? If it takes your brother's life..."

"Ha ha……"

Avro took out two breaths, her eyes were gloomy, and she almost gritted her teeth to give her final warning.

"You are so rude to Your Highness, the Princess. If you do this again, I will really..."

The confrontation between the eyes is like the sharp flash of swords, and now there is only one last point left to detonate.

Grace doesn't stop there.

Therefore, the language never stops for a moment.

"What can you do?"

Grace moved forward without restraint, her voice getting colder and colder, but every word added fuel to the fire.

"Your goddess sees her followers suffering so much, yet she enjoys her support with peace of mind."

"She watched so many people become bankrupt because of blind faith, and watched the believers in the Holy See sink into darkness because of their interests, but she never noticed it."

"You clearly have the power to change everything, but you ignore it all arrogantly and arrogantly! Your goddess, Wells, has fallen into the endless hell. She has long lost her compassion for the world!!"

Grace increased her voice at this moment, and the conversation like a criminal trial finally reached its peak.