Chapter 87
Even if Xia'er had an organization, it didn't matter. The Church of the Savior had many members who held other identities outside, but everything would always prioritize the Church of the Savior.
Following the teachings of the Savior was inherently a good thing; it could alleviate some suffering in the world. Yulisi didn’t think there was anything wrong with her beliefs.
“High Priest, do you have any healing potions?”
Xia'er turned to Yulisi and asked.
“Yes, I do…”
Yulisi was a bit puzzled. She took out a bottle of emerald-green potion and tossed it in Xia'er’s direction.
Xia'er caught the potion, and the vibrant green liquid inside was clearly made by Yulisi’s sister, Adele.
Xia'er threw the potion forward, and it landed on the carpet, rolling to Kitty’s feet, the bottle now stained with her blood.
“Drink it.”
Xia'er said with a smile, “Drink it, and I’ll tell you the answers to those questions you just asked.”
“Cough, cough…”
Kitty’s chest heaved violently as she stared intently at the bloodied potion on the ground.
Even Yulisi, standing behind Xia'er, furrowed her brow slightly upon hearing Xia'er’s words.
What is Xia'er thinking?
That cultist clearly wouldn’t drink the potion; she had already made up her mind to die.
But to Yulisi’s surprise, Kitty reached out and grabbed the potion, uncapped it, and gulped it down.
As the potion slid down her throat, an unnatural flush spread across Kitty’s pale face. This potion would extend her life for a while, but it would also prolong her suffering.
However, the outcome of her death was unchangeable.
“Mother Goddess above…”
Kitty prayed inwardly.
She could have embraced the Mother Goddess right away, but she didn’t.
Because she needed to extract more information from the girl across from her.
Kitty’s blood had already seeped into the tiles beneath her.
If even a single drop of that blood were to reach the hands of an insider or an investigating bishop, the higher-ups of the Holy Church would be able to use the residual information in the blood to learn everything that had happened here.
With that information, the higher-ups could pinpoint the mastermind behind the disrupted plan and help her take revenge.
Once the blood seeped into the stone, it would activate the ritual she had set up… Soon, the other members of the Holy Church in the Dutton Manor would receive the information and quickly evacuate with the exposed news.
Now, all Kitty had to do was extract more information from her opponent before she died.
Did they really think an unexpected ambush would let her die so easily?
Not a chance.
Even with unforeseen complications, she had left behind a deadly backup plan.
In the afterlife, she would witness the blasphemer before her being torn to shreds alongside the Mother Goddess.
When the soul of this sinner was drawn into the Mother Goddess’s realm, she would request to handle the sinner’s soul herself.
At that time, she would teach this petite sinner with delicate legs what it truly meant to suffer!
At that moment, not far from Kitty, Xia'er, having seen Kitty drink the potion, felt no surprise.
She had seen many cultists’ spiritual notes in her previous simulations and knew that these extraordinary cultists were often required to leave as much information as possible when absolutely necessary.
Even when Xia'er had blown half of Kitty’s face off in the last simulation, Kitty had still struggled to leave behind information.
This was enough to prove that as long as Xia'er showed any intention of providing information, Kitty would not easily seek death.
And the current reality confirmed Xia'er’s suspicions were correct.
Not only did Kitty not seek death, but she also drank the potion, enduring pain to live a little longer for the sake of information.
Unfortunately, Kitty’s information would never reach the outside world.
Because this was merely a future within Xia'er’s simulation.
The reality Kitty sought to reach was a fantasy she would never attain.
“Your plan is quite clever; no one would suspect you were hiding in the Dutton Manor outside the city. Here, you can interact with other extraordinary beings without running into members of the Church of the Savior.”
Xia'er squinted at Kitty and continued, “Turning Shailen, who is already mentally unbalanced, into a key part of this plan is brilliant. No one would expect his feeble virus to have such an effect, nor would they think to use a sealing object to trigger the virus.”
“Even if they investigate later, the Church of the Savior would find it hard to trace the evidence back to you. If Shailen’s resurrection ritual succeeds, you can baptize a third-tier cultist. If it fails, the madman will bear all the blame.”
With each word Xia'er spoke, Kitty felt the pain in her chest intensify.
To have her entire plan laid bare and “praised” to her face was like being slapped repeatedly.
But Kitty kept her head down, revealing no more emotions.
So what if her previous plans were exposed?
Perhaps Shailen had been prematurely revealed and had divulged some information under interrogation… that didn’t mean her plan was flawed.
Her plan was perfect; it was just the execution that had gone awry. The girl before her had merely gotten lucky to learn about her plan… surely she couldn’t know what Kitty was thinking.
Suddenly—
A glass potion bottle fell from Kitty’s line of sight, crashing onto the carpet with a dull thud.
A potion? She drank a potion directly?
She was clearly the “Avenger” of the Tribunal. The potion she just drank could only belong to the “Tribunal”… Are you going to judge me? With just you?
No one can shake my faith in the Mother Goddess.
I am the best “missionary” under the Mother Goddess, having brought forth countless brothers and sisters with pure faith.
You want to judge me?
Then prepare to go mad.
Kitty’s expression was blank. She wanted to look up, but feared that directly gazing at the things of that world would drive her insane.
She wasn’t afraid of death, nor was she afraid of the whispers of the Mother Goddess; she was just worried that before she died, she wouldn’t be able to leave behind more information. She was also buying time for others to escape.
She wanted her death to hold more value for the Holy Church and for the Mother Goddess.
“You want to leave more information so that your bishops can investigate and kill me afterward, right?”
Xia'er’s hoarse voice rang out from above Kitty, causing her weak breath to catch suddenly.
“You must be feeling quite confident about your setup now, huh?”
Xia'er’s breathing grew heavier, the burn on her hand still unhealed, the skin splitting open again, and the white bandage wrapped around her arm began to stain with fresh blood.
The whispers of the potion crashed over Xia'er’s sanity like waves, the flames in her chest felt like a bomb ready to explode, and the shadow beside her was already engulfed in flames, like the fuse of a bomb.
Even so, Xia'er still wore a smile, continuing at a leisurely pace:
“Are you trying to buy time for other cultists to escape?”
“Ah Bai… that kid is quite clever. He said he was very grateful to Sister Kitty for giving him a second chance at life, even if it meant losing both hands and having to blind himself by crashing into the table edge.”
“Marcelo, a greasy middle-aged gambler, who would have thought that every name in his spiritual notes was yours, even begging the Mother Goddess to protect you before he died?”
“...I still like that one named Georgina the most; her spiritual notes are also filled with admiration for you… after all, this is what you want to see.”
“Do you know what she said before she died?”
“She told me, ‘Thank you, Bishop, I can finally be free from this nightmare.’”
“Who is that ‘nightmare’? Is it you, who is immersed in power, fantasizing that others like you? Kitty.”
“Oh, by the way… since your white shadow is still here, you can tell whether what I’m saying is true or false, right?”
As Xia'er rattled off those names like a menu, Kitty’s face grew increasingly grim.
By the time she heard the name “Georgina,” she could no longer maintain the calm expression she had been desperately trying to keep.
They’re all dead?!
All the foundations she had cultivated in Boren City for so long! Wiped out?!
And you still call yourself a member of the Church of the Savior?!!
The white shadow beside Kitty flickered erratically, the immense shock to her mind nearly causing her to lose consciousness.
“Don’t get agitated; it’s normal to feel overwhelmed. Just hold on a little longer.”
“Listen carefully to every word I’m about to say.”
Xia'er’s voice rang out again, her blood gradually shifting from dark red to black, pooling on the carpet like boiling oil.
“Guess who gave me these spiritual notes?”
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