Witch Hunter from Entry to Unemployment

Chapter 51 The Silhouette of the Future

In the small room, the lights were bright, and the incense was quietly burning, exuding smoke mixed with a faint fragrance.

I don't know why, although the residence of the Holy See has become bigger and more luxurious, Cynthia prefers to stay in a small space.

This was the case with her prayer room, which was less than five square meters in size, and the altar alone occupied most of the space.

Coupled with some decorations on the walls, cushions on the floor, and a few robes hanging in the corners, there is no room for anything else in the entire space.

Cynthia had locked herself in the prayer room for several days, just when she questioned the meaning of faith itself.

She began to recall the past and think about why she believed in the goddess.

Perhaps, the former self is used to living in such a small place, right?
Since childhood, Cynthia was the extra child in the family.

The small room and the cold bread accompanied her childhood.

When she was a little older, her parents sold her to the Inquisition of the Holy See.

There, apart from being able to eat well, her life is still not very good, and the training of the Inquisition Court is not something ordinary people can bear.

Not everyone can become a qualified fighter. I don't know how many children have left wounds that cannot be healed on their bodies, and even more have become disabled.

Others can persevere because of their fanatical belief in the goddess, but what she can persevere depends on, maybe she just wants to live.

As for the reason for living, she has already forgotten.

Maybe she should be angry, should complain, should be dissatisfied, should curse the culprit that caused her to fall into all this, but she didn't, maybe she was numb, maybe she was used to it.

She didn't know if she was a devout believer of the goddess, but she didn't know when people around her started to praise her like that.

You train so well, it must be because you have a devout belief in the goddess, right?

No, it's just that it's better to eat like this.

You are able to rank among the best in training every time, it must be because you have a devout belief in the goddess, right?

No, it's just that I can get rewards, and my annoying parents and brother always come to me and ask for money.

You can become a trial knight, it must be because you have a devout belief in the goddess, right?

No, it's just like this, it's over, you don't need to continue to suffer, after all, you can live a good life after becoming a trial knight.

But Cynthia couldn't say no, she could only smile and nod, expressing that she was a devout believer of the goddess.

Slowly, the fake became real. At some point, Cynthia felt that she was a devout believer of the goddess.

Originally, Cynthia thought that she would just go with the tide and spend the rest of her life as a trial knight without merit until she met Rosalind.

There was an indescribable magical power about that woman, and she couldn't help but be attracted to her.

In the past, she didn't understand why so many people believed in gods, and what belief was.

It wasn't until she met Rosalind that she understood the true meaning of life and understood what faith is.

People, there must be another belief in my heart, so that I can live stronger!
Some things always need someone to do, if we don't do it, who else?

The goddess hopes that we can obtain happiness, but what is happiness, happiness requires us to use our hands to develop!
In order to realize the wish of the goddess as soon as possible, we need to work a thousand times harder!
No, this is neither correct nor just. You have no right to judge this child in the name of the goddess. He doesn't deserve to die here. He also has the right to live!

Scenes of the past emerged in his mind, and Rosalind's voice still sounds so sonorous and powerful today.

Missing came like a tide, and Cynthia bent down sadly.

"Captain...I miss you so much."

As she whispered in her mouth, the white cloth covering her eyes was slightly moist.

"God...why did you choose me? I have never been a devout believer. I do understand what belief is, but my belief is... Could it be that this is actually what you, my lord goddess, said to me? Punishment?"

The goddess did not respond to Cynthia's murmurs. It would take a lot of money to connect to the consciousness of the gods. Even if Cynthia could communicate with the gods, there was nothing she could do if the gods really didn't want to pay attention to her.

This is the kindness and benevolence of the gods, but I don't know why this kindness and benevolence seem so cruel in Cynthia's eyes.

Standing up straight again, all she can do now is to continue to pray in front of the goddess, so that the other party can forgive her sins.

The quietness in the prayer room was terrifying. The flickering candles in front of the altar were completely extinguished, and the incense did not know when it stopped burning.

The small space was filled with an inexplicable smell, and Cynthia was very familiar with it. When she fought side by side with Rosalind, she had been exposed to this smell countless times. It was the smell of blood.

She turned her head to look at the tightly closed door beside her. The smell of blood was coming from there. Something sticky was slowly seeping in through the crack of the door.

That is blood.

"heresy!"

Cynthia let out a scolding, and then the picture in front of her became fragmented.

She was still kneeling and sitting in the small prayer room. There was only the fragrance of incense in the air, and there was no smell of blood anywhere.

Everything that happened just now was like an unrealistic and ridiculous fantasy, but Cynthia did not let down her vigilance.

This kind of inexplicable warning should not be underestimated, and it is likely to be a silhouette about the future.

She first checked the incense burner, and found that the incense in it had been burned out, and although the candles in front of the altar were not completely extinguished, they were strangely half extinguished.

Sure enough, something came.

She pushed open the door and walked out of the prayer room. Several nuns guarding the door bowed their heads respectfully.

"My lord, is there anything I need to order?"

"Did any major event happen in the Holy See today, has the enchantment been touched?"

"Big event? Everything in the Holy See is normal today... How could the barrier be touched?"

The nun who was questioned was slightly taken aback, then she seemed to have thought of something, and added another sentence.

"Oh, by the way, the four gods have arrived in the capital of stars. The first three have been summoned by the Pope, and not long ago, the fourth god also came to the Holy See. Now they should be with the Holy See." Let the Pope be together."

"God... the favored one?"

Cynthia frowned slightly, but soon, she spoke calmly again.

"Get ready, I'm going to see the Pope now."

(End of this chapter)