Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The nun's profile is still childish, showing the innocence and purity of youth.

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

But compared to flowers that cannot withstand wind and rain, this fragile body contains firmness and kindness that most people do not have.

The kindness that Afro showed to himself would eventually lead to him being nailed to the gallows like Jesus.

In the absence of any conflict of interest, Grace actually doesn't want her to suffer this.

The pain of seeing faith and the world collapse before one's eyes is unbearable for ordinary people.

But the Judas who betrayed Jesus would definitely not be me, so there is no need to pity her, and I will be responsible for her.

Maybe it would be nice to become her spiritual mentor and go deep into her heart?

Grace put her thoughts aside. She picked up the book "Goddess Chronicle" from the table in the confessional, flipped through it roughly, and started her turn as if she was chatting:

"Ms. 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 the Princess finally rang out in the confessional.

Afro heard the voice and immediately lowered his arms.

She no longer gave up, but lowered her eyebrows slightly and treated the matter with a serious enough expression.

As a nun, she always treats her faith with 100% spirit.

"What does normal... mean?"

Afro retorted almost without thinking,

“Is there something wrong with the church today?”

Is this normal?

Grace frowned slightly.

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

But when religion becomes a bottom-up interest organization structure, it completely changes.

Grace couldn't understand how someone could endure the excruciating pain in such a cold winter day and dedicate everything to the ethereal goddess.

But she intended to use this as a point of authority. Grace looked up at the pair of doubtful eyes and asked,

"I was just inspired by this. Why are so many people willing to donate money to the church even if they are starving?"

Apparently, Afro was very devout in his faith.

Afro's nerves were tense in an instant, and his eyes were firm and sharp, without any sign of wavering.

"The church's money is basically used to repair churches, goddess statues, and to help poor believers. People carry sins from the moment they are born crying, and they need to atone for their sins. Whether to atone for their sins with donations or to give everything to the goddess is their personal choice."

There are people in this world who believe in goddesses, and naturally there are also people who slander goddesses.

Afro believed in her heart, believed in what she saw with her own eyes, and believed in the efforts of those people.

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

Their choice is to make their faith more resolute.

"Choice?" - It can be considered a choice, right?

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

"And what about indulgences?"

Afro glanced at Her Royal Highness the Princess. She was not a believer, so she could not understand. Therefore, all she saw was blasphemy against other people's beliefs.

"One cannot bring wealth with him when he is born, nor can one take it with him when he dies. Indulgences are not for the poor, but for the rich who have faith but no time."

"And the Vatican will use this money to help the poor."

——Yes, this is also the significance of the church offering indulgences, to give the money of wealthy believers to the poor.

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 an exquisitely carved relief of the goddess of light, Vers. In the relief, the goddess has her eyes closed and her hands clasped together, spreading her gospel to the earth with a compassionate attitude.

Aphrodite shifted her gaze to the relief of the goddess, and she imitated the goddess's posture, clasping her hands together.

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

At this moment, she exuded indescribable holiness and divinity.

She sighed softly, and the sound echoed in the small space.

"Have you ever been in a moment of self-blame and pain? No matter how you make amends, no matter how you repent, some things just can't change the final outcome?"

"Every day in the church, I hear too many stories of others. Here, compulsive gamblers and addicted thieves can find spiritual comfort and finally have a happy ending."

She didn't speak loudly, but her soft voice was as gentle as the sound of flowing water.

If I had the chance, I would definitely ask Afro to read me a bedtime story, or some nonsense religious rhetoric like I am doing now, then I would definitely fall asleep easily.

——Of course, all she said was nonsense.

Grace is the most thorough atheist. She never believes in any power because only she can change her destiny.

She even opened the book "Goddess Documentary" in her hand while she was talking.

The writing system in the game's alternate world is not much different from that on Earth, and of course the language as well.

Therefore, it takes almost no effort for Grace to integrate into the other world.

The passing of time has left traces of sedimentation 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 the Goddess Chronicle are seven commandments written in bold, large letters.

This is similar to the Ten Commandments of Christ, and its content is nothing more than filial piety and not doing evil things.

One of the rules is that you cannot bear false witness. If you violate this rule, you will fall into the endless hell.

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

Afro didn't care whether Grace was listening carefully or not. She kept talking tirelessly, which made Grace feel a little overwhelmed.

"Because people always have a past that they can't let go of, that's why we need goddesses."

"Each of us has sinned. 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 Church 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 Highness can find common ground while reserving differences, but with Her Highness's unconventional personality...

"Are you finished?"

Grace asked, raising her eyes and showing her superior expression again.

Afro frowned as she detected a strong smell of gunpowder.

10. Now I am your god

Her Royal Highness stood with an elegant demeanor, her smooth black hair as dark as the night falling down onto the Goddess Chronicle.

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

She held the book and 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 was only wearing a thin piece of coarse linen clothes."

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

"But she donated this 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 collapse in the snow from hunger."

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

Overly offensive remarks.

The expression on Afro's face was unclear. She pursed her lips, her brows twisted into several parts, and lowered her head with vigilance and disgust.

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

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

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, close enough that she could see her sharpness in the nun's eyes.

She raised the "Goddess Chronicle" in her hand to block the anxious gazes of the two, waved it gently, and questioned word by word,

"You are enjoying the flesh and blood of others with no worries about food and clothing. Is such a religion really worth pursuing?"

Afro exhaled a slightly suppressed breath from his chest.

This scorching breath even touched Grace's cheek at such a close distance.

"Your Royal Highness!"

A slender and white hand grabbed the girl's wrist, and the nun called out to Grace loudly, almost angrily.

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

"This is a church, please respect the goddess! Also, the church has never taken any money from believers, nor has it forced them to donate or buy indulgences!"

She snatched the "Goddess Chronicle" that she had read countless times from Grace's hand and held it against her chest as if it were a treasure.

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

The anger bar was almost full, and Afro's slender five fingers were clenched into fists, and his palms turned white from being clenched so hard.

Your Highness, first of all, disrespected the goddess, then tricked me into wearing a collar, and finally even started attacking the church.

Rude, shameless, heartless and unrighteous.

I clearly saved her but yet I have to endure such humiliating treatment.

The nun's frail body kept shaking, which was a sign of suppressing anger. Grace had expected this.

Anger is the first step to taming.

How could a proud and upright person surrender in an instant?

Grace even began to admire Afro a little.

"Sister Afro, I am just stating the facts. Aren't there any ugly believers in the church who succumb to their own interests?"

"Suppose you are a poor believer who has complete faith in the goddess. Your beloved priest tells you that you can only go to heaven if you buy indulgences and give away everything you have. Otherwise, you will go to hell."

Grace held her head high, stood straight, and looked Afro in the eye without stepping back.

In those emerald green pupils, the highlight gathered into a clear point, and a nameless flame was burning in it.

Perhaps it will explode completely in the next second, burning with tremendous force.

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

Grace took advantage of the victory and moved her eyes to the neck of the girl wearing the collar, asking a soul-searching question:

"Would you be willing? If it cost your brother's life..."

"Ha ha……"

Afro exhaled twice, her eyes were gloomy, and she almost gritted her teeth as she issued a final warning.

"You are so disrespectful, Princess. If you continue like this, I will really..."

The eye contact was like the sharp flash of swords, and now it was just a matter of time before it could explode.

Grace doesn’t stop there.

So, the language never stops.

"What can you do?"

Gray walked forward without holding back, her voice growing colder and colder, but each word added fuel to the fire.

"Your goddess sees her followers suffering so much, yet she herself enjoys being worshipped with a clear conscience."

"She watched so many people lose their fortunes because of blind faith, and watched believers in the church sink into darkness because of their own interests, but she never noticed."

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

Grace raised her voice at this moment, and the conversation, which was like a trial of a criminal, finally reached its climax.