So I'm a sheep.

The gourmet's voice interrupted the little girl's thoughts, and she replied in a light voice, "I am here. Now, begin your confession."

"..."

"......"

As it turns out, the little girl found the right breakthrough this time.

She obtained a lot of crucial information from these perverts.

For example, after a fake divine messenger was executed, the Black Knight was depressed for quite some time.

The problem is, the two of them had absolutely no personal relationship.

For example, the Black Knight's loyalty to the Church was extraordinary, and he single-handedly completed many missions that were extremely dangerous.

For example, the Black Knight used to have a habit of praying to the statue of the goddess as soon as he returned to the church after completing a mission.

But this habit of his disappeared after the girl's previous husband died.

Little by little, the image of the Black Knight became clearer in Sasha's mind.

Like other weapon wielders, he felt empty inside.

'But compared to them, the Black Knight is already 'terminally ill.'

'Although the weapon wielders find everything in the world meaningless, they still value their own lives highly.'

'Boring as it may be, we can't just let them die.'

'But the Black Knight is different; he has been completely consumed by the emptiness within him, and even subconsciously craves death.'

He was originally a very devout believer, but the death of the previous messenger made him doubt his faith.

'His faith has been unstable since then.'

After witnessing firsthand my reputation-farming process, the Black Knight completely gave up.

Why does the Black Knight, who has completely given up hope, continue to obey the Church's orders?

'Hey, considering this guy's a pervert too, it's pretty clear what he's up to.'

Volume 1: Chapter 28 The Sound of Drums

“I originally thought that it would take the church more than ten or even twenty years to accumulate enough strength to truly stand up to the Brotherhood of the Black Hand.”

"Unexpectedly, the church has already gained such confidence in just a few months since you came to the church."

The Black Knight exclaimed, "You and His Holiness the Pope are truly extraordinary people."

"The church has always had this potential; people just lack a little courage."

The little girl said calmly, "Besides, I'm not that great, the teacher is the one who's great."

"No, no, no, Lady Sasha, you are too modest."

"There was a 'divine messenger' before you, but he was far inferior to you."

"Really? I don't know him well. I'll take your words as a genuine compliment."

"Haha, Lady Sasha, of course I mean it from the bottom of my heart!"

"To put it simply, His Holiness the Pope only needs to say one sentence to bring down that divine messenger: 'The goddess appeared in his dream, he is a fake.'"

"But if it were Lady Sasha, His Holiness the Pope would never dare to do it so simply and crudely."

"You not only enjoy high prestige in the army, but also have the strong support of a large number of bishops."

"Heh, even His Holiness the Pope isn't someone who can just decide to be your enemy."

"..."

When did I receive such strong support from a large number of bishops? Also, don't you think what you just said went too far?

The little girl's silence made the Black Knight realize the inappropriateness of his words, and he quickly made amends, saying, "We're about to participate in the great battle, and I didn't expect that someone as battle-hardened as me would lose his composure."

"I'm really ashamed. I said some nonsensical things in a moment of madness."

"It's okay, I understand."

(You've gotten arrogant, but I really understand.)

"Such an important battle will definitely be under a lot of pressure."

(Tsk tsk, just thinking about the pitiful yet laughable expressions on the faces of those around Leonard after he backstabbed him, you must be so excited you can't sleep.)

"But you need to get into the right mindset, Black Knight, you are the Church's trump card."

(Laughing, you tear your 'comrades' apart with your sword, then, exhausted, are killed by the people with the utmost malice. Finally, the empty you meet a 'fulfilling' death.)

"Lady Sasha, I will try my best!"

"Yes, I believe in you," the little girl said with a smile.

(However, Leonard has already accepted my proposal. Black Knight, you won't have the chance to backstab me on the battlefield.)

The young girl had pretty much grasped the Black Knight's heart, but there was still one thing she didn't understand.

On the day of the sermon, the little girl and the Black Knight spent time alone together.

After chatting for a while, the Black Knight's faith level inexplicably dropped.

Sasha knew the problem must lie with her, but she couldn't figure out exactly what she had done wrong.

She was very polite and didn't discuss any sensitive topics.

The Black Knight also said at the time that it was a pleasant chat...

So why did his faith decline?

"Time is almost up"

The little girl glanced at the hourglass, wondering if she should extend the topic.

"Pleasant times always seem to pass too quickly."

"Black Knight, have you spoken with my predecessor?"

"We have never had such an intimate conversation before, after all, he was an arrogant man who was not responsible for listening to the repentance of the punisher."

"Ha, seems like a difficult person to approach."

"To be honest, you are like a lively little sister next door, and I always feel very comfortable talking to you."

"But that person... he really thought of himself as a high and mighty celestial messenger."

"I see, Black Knight. I look forward to our next meeting!"

"I'm looking forward to it too, Lady Sasha."

"..."

After the Black Knight left, the little girl did not leave immediately.

She repeated thoughtfully, "Lively little girl next door, lively little girl next door, little girl next door, next door... Oh, I see, she's just ordinary."

Does the disappointment of thinking something is ordinary and 'just another fake' lead to a shallowing of faith?

You're really hard to please.

The Black Knight's backstab will definitely become extremely dangerous if it fails, but it doesn't matter, the little girl already has a way to take down this man.

'We're waiting for your triumphant return.'

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The church is willing to do anything to completely shift from defense to offense.

Before the war, His Holiness the Pope once again issued a conscription order.

It should be noted that after repeated conscriptions, even the most devout villages began to complain.

If we lose this time, the foundation of the church will definitely be shaken!

But His Holiness the Pope decided to take the plunge, because he was truly confident.

Intelligence reports say the Black Hand Brotherhood sent over a hundred weapon users to fight this time, but so what?

"The Church's finest commander is here."

"The army with the highest morale, having slain the Demon Weapon Masters, is here."

"I, the Pope, Saint Leonard, am also here!"

"Victory is assured in this battle!"

Unlike the Pope's high spirits, the Black Knight gripped his demonic sword tightly, his face ashen.

Why wasn't I allowed to come along this time?

'Did he notice something that's never happened before?'

Frustration, doubt, unease...

If it weren't for the Punishers around him, he would have turned around and attacked Leonard right now!

Some were tempted, but the Black Knight ultimately abandoned the idea.

'He caused a little disturbance, then died inexplicably. That would be so empty.'

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Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump.

Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump.

Upon hearing the sound of war drums from the opposite side, the Pope showed a slight surprise on his face.

"This is my first time..."

The Black Hand Brotherhood has never used war drums to boost morale before a battle; this is the first time ever.

Strangely, the drumbeats, which were meant to boost morale and signal the start of the war, were rendered incredibly oppressive by the Black Hand Brotherhood.

Leonard frowned instinctively; he felt a tightness in his chest.

"Your Holiness, we may begin."