Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c46

Witch’s Night: Chapter 46 A Mass Food Poisoning Incident

“Don’t worry, look at you. I’m not here for that.” Shadow rolled her eyes (although it was hard to see in the shadows) and continued, “You should know about what happened in Lannister a few days ago, right?”

How could he not know…

It was because of what happened in Lannister that Aslanmode VII had been so troubled recently.

“I’ve already ordered an investigation, please rest assured, Saint Shadow.” Aslanmode VII sighed. “We all thought that the Church of the End Gods would gradually disappear with the development of human civilization, but unexpectedly, it has evolved to this extent…”

The disaster that occurred in Lannister wasn’t actually that serious. They had faced even more terrifying Calamities. In the thousand years since Noah was founded, there were six recorded instances where it was on the verge of destruction, not to mention other major and minor Calamities, which were countless.

There wasn’t a single place on the land of the New Era that was absolutely safe.

The most terrifying aspect of the Lannister incident was the betrayal of a considerable number of its administration, who became followers of the Church of the End Gods, and one of them was even a high-ranking Elder.

Even among the deposed hereditary nobles, there was the shadow of the Church of the End Gods.

And besides the higher-ups, in unseen corners, there were even more cultists lurking secretly, like an invisible net covering the entire human world.

Not only Aslanmode VII, but the higher-ups of other mega-cities were also terrified after receiving this news. Not daring to reveal it, they secretly began their own investigations.

However, such hasty investigations would inevitably lead to some chaos during their implementation. Some people might even take advantage of the investigations to eliminate their rivals.

This situation was still manageable. What was even more terrifying was if the personnel in charge of the investigations were themselves followers of the Church of the End Gods… The consequences would be unimaginable.

“Troubled times are like this. Think of it in a more positive light, this is a major hidden danger discovered in advance.” Shadow curled her lip. “If the Church of the End Gods were allowed to continue developing in the shadows, by the time war broke out with the Primordial Demons, we might be stabbed in the back first.”

“What Saint Shadow says is absolutely correct, but…” Aslanmode VII still had a helpless expression. “If only it had been discovered earlier. The current Church of the End Gods has clearly taken deep root, and with the current urgent situation, it’s even more difficult to eliminate this hidden danger.”

“So, what were you doing earlier?”

Shadow “floated” to a chair next to the desk, sat down, and crossed her legs.

“Be grateful that it was discovered early enough. If it weren’t for that person appearing in Lannister and drawing out the Church of the End Gods, we might have to wait until we suffered the consequences before complaining about why we didn’t discover it earlier… That’s human nature, always regretting after the fact.”

Aslanmode VII was silent for a moment and said,

“Weren’t the Saints aware of this situation either?”

“My dear Your Holiness, we’re confined to the Sanctuary by that guy. Only Illusion and I can get out for a bit using our abilities. You didn’t discover it, how could we?”

Shadow spread her hands. “Saints aren’t the Saint herself; we’re not omniscient and omnipotent. There’s no fundamental difference between you and me, we’re both mortals. The so-called Saints… are just a bit closer to the Saint herself, that’s all.”

The mortal world needed mortals to save it; the noble Twelve Saints never separated themselves from humanity.

Saints weren’t saviors; they were also mortals saving themselves.

“Anyway, during the Ten Cities Council, we need to ensure that nothing goes wrong in Noah. I’ll leave this matter to you.” Shadow’s tone became slightly more serious. “Illusion and I have more important things to prepare, concerning the survival and future of humanity, we can’t slack off.”

Hearing this, Aslanmode VII’s expression also became serious, and he asked in a deep voice,

“Am I qualified to know about this important matter?”

“It’s not something worth hiding, just taking a girl to meet someone who might be her mother…”

Aslanmode VII’s expression crumbled for a moment, but he quickly realized something and his expression became even more serious,

“…Miss Luo Yan and the Saint?”

“No way,” Shadow seemed startled. “You could actually tell?”

“Saint Shadow, I’ve been in office for seventy-five years, and I’ve spent no less time with you.” Aslanmode VII sighed. “You always like to make inappropriate jokes at certain times, I’m used to it.”

“Ahem, I’ll try to control myself.”

Shadow coughed, a bit embarrassed. This kind of smart-aleck remark had become instinctive for her, even after hundreds of years, it couldn’t be changed.

“However, Saint Shadow, I have to mention what happened three hundred years ago.” Aslanmode VII said in a serious tone. “The last person to see the Saint’s remains was Sister Marytis. We all know very well what happened then.”

“That tone, you make it sound like you experienced it personally. Aren’t you only a little over a hundred years old this year?” Shadow looked at Aslanmode VII with a strange expression.

“Although I look young, I’m already eighteen years and three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two months old. I participated in that incident from beginning to end. I was one of the people who saw Marytis off when she entered the Saint’s tomb.”

Aslanmode VII felt a bit embarrassed. Because of Shadow’s personality, he often overlooked this Granny’s age.

After all, her appearance and personality hadn’t changed much since Aslanmode VII was young.

“We have naturally considered this, but Miss Luo Yan isn’t Marytis. What happened then won’t happen again.”

Shadow paused and added, “That’s what Illusion said. I think it might still happen, but I couldn’t convince her.”

…So you didn’t really understand it either, is it really okay to agree like this?

Aslanmode VII’s expression twisted, and he finally said,

“Did all the Saints approve of this matter?”

“Of course, otherwise would I be here talking to you?”

Shadow raised her hand, wanting to slap Aslanmode VII on the forehead, but realizing that he was already an old man, she discreetly put her hand down.

“Anyway, don’t worry about Miss Luo Yan’s matters. Don’t mind whatever she does, and try your best to ignore her special nature. We will handle everything related to her.”

Although Aslanmode VII still had many questions, since Saint Shadow had said this, he could only nod and reply,

“As you command, Saint Shadow.”

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.” Shadow waved her hand and slowly dissipated into the shadows, her muttered complaints echoing, “That Illusion, always ordering me around…”

Just then, Aslanmode VII received another message. He glanced at it, his expression turning strange, and quickly called out to Shadow,

“Saint Shadow, please wait!”

“Hmm? What is it?” Shadow reappeared with a somewhat displeased expression. “Why didn’t you say it earlier? I was about to get off work.”

Since when did Saints have working hours…

Aslanmode VII wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead more than once today, but considering that he was facing Saint Shadow, with her eccentric personality, it didn’t seem too hard to understand.

“Didn’t you just say that you Saints would handle Miss Luo Yan’s matters?”

Aslanmode VII said with a hint of a sigh.

“Yes, do you have any questions?” Shadow asked with a frown.

“Take a look at this, a message I just received.” Aslanmode VII pulled out the freshly printed report. “It seems something has happened at Miss Luo Yan’s residence.”

“Residence? I remember it’s at the foot of ‘The Ark,’ what could happen…”

Shadow took the report, read it for a moment, and her eyes immediately widened,

“A mass food poisoning incident?”

……

Marytis sat at the church entrance, looking up at the starry sky, a faint smile on her lips.

She wasn’t covered from head to toe with a veil and eye mask like before, but had taken them off, revealing her true appearance.

Without these things hiding her beauty, it could be seen that Marytis was actually an exceptionally beautiful woman.

The soft lines of her face made her seem very approachable, and the faint smile brought a sense of comfort. Her long hair was pulled back into a braid that rested gently on her right shoulder. Only her pure white eyes seemed strangely out of place.

They were eyes without pupils. Looking at them, one would be gradually infected by the emotions contained within, eventually sinking into sadness, unable to extricate themselves.

This sadness stemmed from “knowledge.”

—The Witch of Sorrow, the pinnacle of the Mystery system’s power.

Compared to Mister Nine’s yearning for the future when using the power of “Greed,” “Sorrow” focused more on peering into the past.

The most basic method of use was to touch an object or a person with her power, thus glimpsing their past. The deeper the impression left, the stronger the glimpse.

Marytis was even more skilled at using her power to evoke memories of the past in others, and sad memories were always particularly strong.

Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for the other party to maintain control under this onslaught of memories, and they would ultimately be defeated.

Even “Destruction” level ability users had difficulty dealing with Marytis’s power.

However, just like Luo Yan before, Marytis couldn’t actually fully control this demonic power. When looking directly into her eyes, the power would activate uncontrollably.

Therefore, to avoid accidents, Marytis usually covered her eyes.

In a sense, her situation was indeed quite similar to Luo Yan’s.

“Sister, you seem to be in a good mood.”

A gentle and refined voice sounded behind Marytis, and then a man stood beside her.

“Mr. Wen Hua,” Marytis smiled gently, “You seem to be in a good mood as well, is it because of the arrival of the Dragon City delegation tomorrow?”

The newcomer was Wen Hua, the last of the three Bishops of the Church of the End Gods, from Dragon City, and also the only Bishop who hadn’t experienced the War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

Wen Hua wore a typical Eastern-style mandarin jacket. His neat, short black hair and round-rimmed glasses made him look refined and scholarly.

From his appearance, one couldn’t tell at all that his hands were stained with the blood of millions of lives.

If Dawn launching a war against a mega-city decades ago, displacing hundreds of thousands of people and indirectly killing tens of thousands, had already shocked the entire Free Federation, then the blood debt Wen Hua bore was even more horrifying.

He had infiltrated several mega-cities more than once and used his demonic power to contaminate the “Ember space” within the Ember Furnaces.

Then he would create several minor Calamities in the core area, attracting the city’s ability user squads and making them use Ember energy to fight.

The result was obvious. The ability users would all be corrupted by demonic power, and within a few days, the entire mega-city would become a living hell.

The key was that Wen Hua’s actions had never been discovered. No one knew of his existence, because after successfully committing his crimes, Wen Hua would directly detonate the Ember Furnace, turning the entire mega-city into a sea of fire, completely erasing all traces.

There were basically no survivors from these devastated mega-cities. Even those who barely survived the living hell would be swallowed by the ensuing inferno.

Relying on such bloody “achievements,” Wen Hua rose steadily within the Church of the End Gods, eventually taking the seat of the Third Bishop.

In Wen Hua’s opinion, the first two Bishops had been inactive for a long time, seemingly no longer capable of responding to the Gods’ call and destroying civilization.

Only he, who had single-handedly destroyed five mega-cities, was qualified to be the head of the three Bishops.

However… Wen Hua’s only sore spot was Dragon City.

“Heh, Dragon City,” mentioning Dragon City, Wen Hua’s expression instantly darkened. “I will make them pay.”

“You can do as you did before and use some insignificant little tricks to make Dragon City pay right now.”

Marytis turned to look at Wen Hua and smiled gently. “Or… do you not dare to?”

Hearing Marytis’s provocative words, Wen Hua’s expression flickered, and he snorted coldly and said,

“It’s just not the right time yet. I will destroy all human mega-cities, just like I destroyed Su City, Qiu City, He Guo, Linamido, and Stannia!”

“Good luck with that.”

Marytis’s smile didn’t waver.

These words choked Wen Hua. After a while, he said,

“Sister, you haven’t even destroyed a single mega-city, and Bishop Hamid just experienced an embarrassing defeat. You’re disappointing the Gods.”

Hearing this, Marytis’s expression seemed to freeze for a moment. Just as Wen Hua thought he had persuaded her and was about to continue smugly, Marytis’s voice sounded again,

“The Lord said She’s not disappointed, She’s very satisfied with me now.”

“…”

Wen Hua was speechless. How could he forget that Sister Marytis was currently the only person in the Church of the End Gods who could communicate with the Gods?

“By the way, actually, I haven’t personally killed a single human until now.” Marytis said with a smile. “Any other questions?”