After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

The question of destroying the world is totally unimaginable. It should just be a mystery to scare people.

So he looked at the stained glass again, then smiled softly and asked:

"A church is a gathering place for believers. Isn't it a bit too heavy to use such an allusion for a mural hanging in such a place? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to put it in the Inquisition?"

"No, I think it's just right."

The priest said this, turned around, and looked towards the resort in the distance through the still open gate.

"Here, both the lake and the village have been transformed into areas dedicated to recreation. While the gods don't forbid recreation, there's always a fine line between indulgence and depravity. Isn't it a good idea to use this allusion to remind everyone?"

Aize blinked, glanced at the crowd going away, spread his hands and said with a smile:

"No one likes to be lectured like this on vacation. No wonder there are so few people here."

"Hahahahahaha, that's true. My name is Richard, and I'm the priest here."

The other party did not show any displeasure and even laughed heartily.

Then he extended his hand to Aize:

"I just saw you looking at the painting, so I made some presumptuous comments. I didn't mean to lecture you at all. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm the one who was rude. Just call me Ain."

Aize also shook the other person's hand and introduced himself using a pseudonym.

After all, the name of the God-chosen hero is known to all religious believers, so it cannot be used indiscriminately.

As for the priest in front of him, there is no problem at the moment.

Even among the priests Aize had met, this one was considered quite kind and easy to talk to.

The other party then asked:

"I haven't seen you before. Are you here on vacation?"

"Yes, I am..."

"We usually live in Tafea and came here for our honeymoon~"

Before he could finish his words, Miss Witch suddenly appeared, hugged Aize and snuggled up to him.

"I'm Ain's wife, Vivian, from the Empire. Please give me your guidance~"

I don’t know if it was the name Ain that triggered some of Miss Witch’s past memories, but she suddenly and happily brought out the disguised identity she had in Tafia in its entirety.

He even remembered his now useless identity as an imperial citizen.

Seems to be enjoying it quite a lot.

Now that she has said this, Aize's explanation will only arouse suspicion.

Then he nodded:

"Uh, yes, that's what it is."

"Is that so? That's really worth celebrating."

As he spoke, he even put his hands together and began to pray.

"Supreme gods, may your glory bless this newlywed couple with a long and stable life~"

The combination of the hero and the demon leader is blessed by the gods, isn't this really considered a debuff?

Aize thought so, and then——

"Cough cough cough..."

Villian coughed dryly almost immediately, and her already bad complexion became even worse.

This... probably has nothing to do with blessings, it's just that I absorbed too much holy water... right?

Let her go out quickly.

Aize took the opportunity to explain:

"My wife accidentally fell into the water yesterday and caught a cold. She's feeling a little unwell now. I'm so sorry."

Having said that, he supported Villian and ran outside.

When he arrived at the door, he saw the priest following him and Aize was secretly delighted.

"Come, the sun is nice today, you'll get better soon if you get some sun. And you can put on these clothes too."

As he said that, he took off his clothes and put them on Villian.

"Thanks……"

Since it was all acting, Vivian cooperated and took the coat and put it on.

…I always feel like she sniffed it secretly.

It's an illusion, probably.

Anyway, let’s get to the point.

Aize pretended to look up unintentionally, and when he saw the emblem hanging on the door, he pretended to be surprised and asked:

"Father, is this emblem different from the emblems of other local churches?"

Chapter 8 Faith Fanaticism

Upon hearing this, the priest looked up at the metal emblem in the direction of Aize's gaze, then smiled easily and said:

"This? This is the mark of one of the God's chosen heroes, Lady Rosalyn."

"Uh……"

The answer was so straightforward that Aize's facial muscles twitched twice and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Seeing his expression, the priest naturally assumed that she had never heard of this name, and then continued to explain:

"Lady Rosalyn, don't you know? She's the one known as the Pure White Saint."

"Uh... I'm sorry, I really don't know."

In order to obtain information, Aize pretended to be confused and shook his head.

"You know there are twenty chosen heroes, right? Lady Rosalin is the third one. But if you ask me, compared to those heroes who only know how to fight and kill, Lady Rosalin is the true messenger of God... No, she might even be the goddess herself, that's what I think!"

The priest spoke, becoming more and more excited.

The calm and wise image just now completely disappeared, replaced by an almost distorted emotional expression that could be called ecstasy.

It made Aize shudder.

"Compared to those insects in the church's upper echelons, she's the one who truly cares about the suffering of the believers in this world. Look at her, how much time she spends caring for the sick and wounded, and how much time she spends guiding us immature shepherds? So, she is..."

The speech was incessant and full of saliva, and the speed was so fast that Aize could hardly hear what was said.

There was even a strange fanaticism flashing in his pupils.

"that--"

There would be no result if he continued to go crazy, so Aize interrupted him.

"Lady Rosalyn, have you ever seen her before?"

The priest shook his head almost immediately.

"No, a small priest like me from a remote area is not qualified to meet Lady Rosalin. I just often heard about her deeds from my colleagues in the church, so I have a deep respect for her."

Aize's stomach was churning.

After thinking for a moment, he forced out a kind smile and said casually:

"Is that so? Don't worry, I will definitely find out more about it when I have the chance."

"That's good, that's good!"

"Well... I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

"Okay, come back when you have time~"

The priest did not try to persuade him to stay, but quickly returned to normal. He waved at Aize, watched him and Villian walk away, then retreated into the church and closed the door.

The moment the door was sealed, Aize immediately stopped, turned around, lowered his voice, and tiptoed back to the church building.

He stuck his head out and looked inside cautiously through the slightly opened window.

In the empty church, the priest himself was silently cleaning up the traces left by the recent activities.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

The other party didn't provoke him, so if possible, Aize really didn't want to use violence.

But no way.

After silently apologizing in his heart, Aize slowly widened the gap in the window, grabbed the windowsill and jumped in.

My feet landed on the low-quality wooden floor, making a slight "creaking" sound.

The priest was about to turn around after hearing the noise, but Aize had already rushed behind him, raised his hand, and grabbed his throat without saying a word.

“Uh… um—”

Fortunately, this guy is really just a priest, not a retired Crusader Knight or something.

After struggling a little, he was quickly strangled by Aize's power and passed out.

"Phew—done."

After placing his limp body on the wooden floor, Aize took a deep breath.

Villian, who had watched the entire process from the window, opened her mouth speechlessly.

"…What are you doing?"

"I think this guy's mental state seems to be a bit problematic. I want you to do an examination to see if there are any signs of him being subjected to any mental techniques. That's what I did."

What the priest just said seemed logical at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was a complete mess.

Rosaline did do a lot of charitable deeds, and therefore she was quite popular among believers.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than truly fulfilling the responsibilities that the church should bear.

It is indeed admirable, but if you use words to describe its behavior, it is actually quite ordinary and not very impactful.

It is hard to imagine that a priest in his forties with rich experience and high level of competence would become so fanatical just because of some rumors without having met or talked to someone in person.

This is simply impossible.

And the emblem hanging on the door.

Although the entire church is not old, it is located by a humid lake, and its aging and even moldy conditions are still quite serious.

But the metal badge was surprisingly shiny and looked like new. It was obviously made and hung up just a few days ago.

If you count the time it takes to place an order and customize it, it will not take more than a month.

Therefore, it can be assumed that the priest's mentality changed in no more than a month.

This time coincided with the riot in the royal capital and the Pure White Saint's display of her skills.

Thousands of miles apart, the small sect in the holy city and the small priest in the remote area actually experienced changes at the same time regarding matters related to Rosaline.

In addition, whenever Rosaline was mentioned, he would fall into a neurotic frenzy, which was somewhat similar to Colin's behavior during the church trial yesterday.

Even the behavior was very similar to that of the several holy war knights who tried to assassinate Villian in Tafia and then committed suicide nearly two months ago.

Aize was sure that no matter what happened, it could not be a coincidence.

Something beyond imagination is developing secretly.

That's why I confused him and thought of asking Villian to check it out.

The witch shook her head, grabbed the windowsill and wanted to climb in like Aize.

But perhaps he felt that this was not elegant, so he took a few more steps and came in from the other side of the door.

Then he put his hands on his hips and said helplessly:

"If you want to knock him out, why go to so much trouble? Can't you just tell me? It's just a matter of raising your hand."

"I see this guy talking incoherently, and there seems to be something wrong with his brain. It feels like he's under some kind of mental spell. I heard that people who are under mental spells and controlled from outside are unlikely to be hypnotized again."