Chapter 111: Her past
Sophie might have been the hardest working when it came to sheer training, but the others? Oh, they were grinding too—just in their own ways.
In her room, Elizabeth sat at the edge of her bed, her gaze razor-sharp. In her hand? The soul of Grand Master Elden.
She'd reviewed his memories again and again. And the best way to deal with the Church?
Simple.
Wipe out the corrupt.
Expose the rest—show the church what these so-called "servants of the goddess" were really doing in the shadows.
Kidnapping children young, brainwashing them into inquisitors.
And what worse was that those without talent—slaughtered like animals. Their bodies Vanished without a trace, to cover it all up.
They controlled certain families—blackmail, leverage, whatever it took to force obedience. And for those who resisted?Immediate death, branded as heretics who'd "turned their backs on the goddess."
