Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

People began to scream and shove. Some rushed toward the stone platform to question Duke Hill, while others looked around blankly.

Many more people turned their hateful gazes toward the richly dressed members of parliament and their representatives who were now in a state of panic at the edge of the square.

"It's her, the woman wearing a veil."

"Spreading rumors and misleading the public!"

"Grab her—"

Representatives of the Noble Council, several dukes dressed in velvet coats embroidered with gold thread, strode to the front of the square, surrounded by elite guards.

Their faces were ashen, and they drew their swords, pointing them at the sleeping figures on the terrace. Their voices were loud and authoritative:

"Soldiers! Seize that veiled demon woman! She is possessed by an evil spirit, spreading rumors, bewitching people, and plotting to overthrow the city!"

"Everything she says is the ravings of a demon! Take her down, along with that heretic Hill!"

Fully armed soldiers immediately surged toward the entrance beneath the clock tower like a tidal wave, while dozens more began to disperse and even push and shove the approaching civilians in an attempt to control the situation.

Charlie shouted angrily in an attempt to stop them, but was intentionally or unintentionally separated by more soldiers directly under the parliament.

With the soldiers about to rush onto the terrace, Su Mian was left isolated and helpless.

when--

when--

when--

A loud, solemn bell suddenly rang out from the top of the cathedral on the north side of the square.

It is not the daily morning prayer bell, but a "holy bell" that is only rung during important ceremonies or emergency mobilizations.

Three consecutive, deafening sounds, carrying a soul-cleansing, magnificent power, instantly drowned out all the noise.

The chaotic crowd instinctively paused, all looking towards the church.

The heavy oak door slowly opened inward.

Sunlight streamed into the depths of the church, outlining a tall figure dressed in a pure white robe with gold trim and wearing a high crown.

He held a scepter inlaid with holy gems, his face solemn, and each step he took was slow and imposing, followed by two rows of monks carrying incense and scriptures.

Cain walked straight to the center of the square and stopped, his gaze sweeping over the tense soldiers, the terrified crowd, and the grim-faced duke.

Finally, he looked up at the figure in white gauze fluttering on the terrace.

That one glance, their eyes met, as if their souls were intertwined.

He raised his scepter and proclaimed in a loud and clear voice that could be heard throughout the entire square:

"In the name of the Lord, we hereby bear witness that, guided by divine law and confirmed by ancient law, Evelyn has been chosen as the new 'Saint of Vebens'."

"The words of the saint are the transmission of divine will, and the insight of the saint is the guidance of light."

"Any act of disrespect toward the saint is a desecration of the Holy Lord and the foundation of the city-state."

The scepter slammed heavily on the ground, producing a deep and majestic echo.

"All beings, heed my command!"

In an instant, all was silent.

"Lay down your weapons and bow down in reverence to the saint."

The only sounds were the soft rustling of the wind through the flagpole in the square and the flapping of wings of a few white doves.

The soldiers retreated in droves, sheathing their weapons.

Countless gazes, filled with shock, awe, confusion, and ecstasy, all focused once again on Su Mian high above.

"This scene wasn't in the script?!"

The player in the corner was so shocked by the grand scene that he couldn't close his mouth. He thought he was just here to go through the motions, but it seemed like he was witnessing a change of the times.

His companion next to him gave him an elbow strike.

"Are you stupid? Those are players!"

Beneath the veil, Su Mian gently closed her eyes, then opened them again.

She witnessed the masses kneeling in worship.

She accepted the silver crown, a symbol of her saintly status, respectfully offered to her by the monk beside her, and slowly placed it in her hair.

"Yes, ma'am."

"My lord Bishop."

She spoke slowly, her gaze falling on the priest who was bowing to her, the stubborn priest who always held a high position.

At this moment, however, they have become devout believers, or redeemed accomplices, offering up all their power and crowns to worship this demon, becoming the new god admired by all.

That's ridiculous.

but……

At this moment, when the masses bow down, power is transferred, and the sacred and the lie perfectly overlap.

Yes, it was really cool.

Just as everyone bowed their heads in devout repentance, Su Mian, resting his chin on his hand in the clock tower, lifted his veil with his slender fingertips and mouthed something to Cain.

I'll accept it.

Cain received the signal, a smile playing on his lips, and reached out a hand to kiss the void.

He stared intently at the girl's figure high above, his gaze naked and sharp.

Only when Su Mian couldn't bear it any longer and looked away, her face gradually turning rosy, did someone feel at ease enough to tell everyone to stop repenting and dismiss the crowd on the grounds that it was getting late.

The revelation of the truth and the change of power will take a long time for the citizens of Wibnes to process.

Theism has not disappeared, because the ties between the city-state's leaders remain unchanged; it has only temporarily provided a way for people to vent their fears.

As soon as Su Mian got off the carriage, she saw many familiar faces outside the church.

"Ephing, you're amazing."

Bruce's eyes lit up; his fatigue and unease of the past few days transformed into gratitude and admiration, and he almost shed tears.

Adrian and Taylor stood in the crowd and greeted her; Su Mian nodded calmly.

"Why didn't you stay at the ferry crossing a little longer?"

She came to the city-state to rescue these people, but in reality, there must be many clues yet to be discovered at Mill Ferry, so there was no need to rush over here.

Adrian seemed to realize something, his eyes flickered, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly spoke.

"I felt there were no leads over there, so I brought them to the city-state. You know, my father is also in the city."

Su Mian nodded, unaware of his strangeness. Her gaze swept over all the players at Mill Ferry, but she paused for a moment and turned to look at Adrian.

"Where's Sera?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the warm and peaceful atmosphere vanished without a trace.

Many players' expressions became stiff and gloomy, and Adrian's upturned lips gradually flattened.

Su Mian sensed something was wrong. She frowned and stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Adrian.

"I'm asking you, where is Sera?"

Adrian didn't look into the girl's eyes; his breathing became labored, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"She's dead."

The player behind Adrian spoke up for him.

Su Mian's breathing paused for a moment.

She stood there, the shadow cast by the church covering her completely, her usually cool and serene face hidden in the darkness, her expression unreadable.

Only the fingers hanging at the sides curled up almost imperceptibly.

"...How did he die?"

Adrian finally raised his head, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"On the day we were released, Sera remembered what you said, that there might be clues in the convent, and that we had to go back and check before going to the city-state."

He spoke faster and faster, as if afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to continue.