Witch Hunter from Entry to Unemployment

Chapter 30 God's Sinner

Although time has passed for a long time, and even the memory has been worn out a lot, Cynthia still remembers the time when she was an ordinary member of the trial court and followed Rosalind on a mission more than 20 years ago.

Cunning heretics, strange sources of pollution, and cruel supernatural creatures, the Inquisition is at the forefront, fighting against these terrifying existences that ordinary people can't imagine in order to protect the peaceful life of the kingdom.

Companions around her fell one by one, walking on the edge of life and death countless times, but every time she was in a desperate situation, as long as she had the captain by her side, Cynthia would not be afraid of anything.

Perhaps for me, being able to die with Captain Rosalind is also a happy thing, right?
The death rate of members of the Tribunal has always been high, and those who survived are, without exception, the elite of the elite.

Cynthia just followed Rosalind's footsteps, watching her from the captain to the deacon and then to the judge. She was only one step away from becoming the grand judge who commanded the entire Holy See's armed forces.

Cynthia thought that she would always follow behind the captain, but unexpectedly, she became a favored person, and she was still different from all the favored persons before.

She has become the only way for mortals to communicate with the gods, and she has become a saint under one person and above ten thousand people.

At the beginning, Cynthia felt that Rosalind should be allowed to take the position of the saint.

Then, slowly, she realized that the position of grand judge was more suitable for Rosalind.

With her leading, the evil in the kingdom will have nowhere to hide.

As for myself, who has no talent, as a consumable, it can be used to communicate with the goddess, and it can also increase the influence of the captain in the Holy See. This is the best result.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. An ordinary case of offering sacrifices to evil gods led to serious consequences, destroying everything.

Rosalind broke with the higher-ups of the Holy See, and left with the child who was regarded as a sinner, and there was no further news.

Cynthia originally planned to speak for Rosalind, but at that time, she had just become a saint not long ago, and she didn't have much right to speak in the Holy See.

And at that time, because the aristocratic group also wanted to hide this matter, hoping that the child would die like this, so that the Holy See and the aristocratic group joined forces, leaving Rosalind alone and helpless.

If I hadn't flinched back then, if I had sought enlightenment from the goddess back then, maybe the outcome of things would have been different.

The goddess is all-knowing and omnipotent, and everything she does must have a deep meaning.

A mortal's life is both short and long, but to a god, a person's life is just a fleeting moment.

Since the goddess will choose that child today, she must have watched him 18 years ago.

It's just the wisdom and deliberation of the gods, and there is no need to explain it to ignorant mortals.

Recalling the past, Cynthia raised her head and looked at the holy statue in front of her.

"The flawless light hanging above the deep sky, you are a benevolent, benevolent, kind, and beautiful existence. Your compassion is like the stars and moons that reflect the stars and the moon. You will eventually lead us as lost lambs into eternity. A paradise of happiness. Your devout believers are praying here, begging you to lower your majesty and blessings, and begging you to solve my doubts."

She read the prayer with a solemn expression, like a peerless singer singing.

And as she spoke, a sacred and lofty force began to stir above the statue.

This power was linked to Cynthia's body, and she felt her soul burning, and her rationality seemed to evaporate.

The power of gods cannot be imagined and guessed by ordinary people. Just standing in front of gods will distort the weak and weak existence of human beings.

"Your spirit is disintegrating, and the fire of your soul is in danger. The closer you are to me, the faster your self will be eroded. Stop doing such things, my child."

Gentle words sounded, and the burning feeling in the soul was suppressed.

Cynthia raised her head, staring at the chaotic light and shadow in front of her.

It was indescribable in words, the dazzling light, that was the appearance of a god in the eyes of mortals.

Sublime and great, unobservable, untouchable, uncomprehensible.

Cynthia felt that her rationality was returning, and her whole body became sober, but she knew that this was actually a flashback.

This is the sobriety that is forcibly maintained under the power of the goddess, like drinking poison to quench thirst, it will only speed up the loss of her self.

"However, I have something that I must know, and I hope the goddess can give me guidance."

"You didn't do anything wrong, it doesn't change anything 18 years ago because he's not the same man now as he was back then."

The goddess directly exposed the thoughts in Cynthia's heart, and did not say any strange and difficult riddles.

Cynthia's mood couldn't help but get excited, just as she thought, the goddess is omniscient and omnipotent, and she already knew everything.

"The captain... Sister Rosalind, is her behavior wrong?"

"She's right."

"Then why...then..."

"Learning to make your own choices is the sign of growing up, and I am not your mother."

Cynthia opened her mouth, looking a little confused. Looking at the goddess in front of her, she felt an inexplicable sense of panic in her heart.

The god in front of him used the title of 'my child', but said that he was not a mother.

It's as if the gods never need human beings, but human beings just wishful thinking that the gods love themselves.

"Tell me, my child, what is the eternal happiness that all seek?"

Seemingly not concerned about what was going on in Cynthia's mind, Goddess Xingyue asked this question again.

"I...I don't know."

For Cynthia, perhaps the happiest days were when she fought with Rosalind in the Tribunal, but such a selfish answer obviously cannot be called the eternal happiness of everyone.

"I see, everyone is different..."

The goddess murmured softly, as if she was lost in thought, and Cynthia also reacted and asked another important question.

"Why, Goddess, would you take a fancy to that child and make him your favored one? After all, he has the status of a sinner, which is meaningless to you, Goddess, but to us and many believers. It would appear that ... are we going to help him clear the stigma?"

"Why clean it?"

"Hey?"

Cynthia was taken aback for a moment, she seemed to hear a little smile from the goddess' words.

"Wrong and right, it's up to your choice, I will not interfere with these, so he is not my favored one, just like what you said, he is a sinner, blasphemed me, only belongs to me, only I can judge sinner."

　ps: Ah, watching the game these days is a little bit frustrating, the game is pretty good, I hope I can work harder in the future, the game will not start until the 29th, it is outrageous

　　
　
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