Felix paused briefly as he passed Saint Erde Cathedral, then headed towards the private residence he had purchased.
Although he was curious to see the pure nuns left to him by Lady Ireland, Felix hesitated and decided against it. Now was not the time to meet the middle-aged nun.
Entering the inner house, the first thing Felix saw was not the beautiful mother and daughter, but a slender figure in a pure black priestly robe.
"I've been waiting for you," said the middle-aged nun with a cold face and voice, appearing like a piece of eternal ice in the dreary weather, freezing not only herself but others as well.
"Waiting for me?" Felix paused, then removed his gray cloak, speaking softly.
Hearing the noise outside, Beatrice Tinia appeared in the corridor of the staircase, wearing a pure white dress, holding her daughter, and looking timidly at the middle-aged nun. The woman in the strange black attire seemed like a piece of ice, instilling fear and coldness. Beatrice even had a terrifying illusion that this woman was not alive.
The middle-aged nun coldly raised her head, her expressionless, somewhat more serene face. She took out a parchment from her clothes and handed it to Felix.
"What is this?" Felix took the parchment, slightly frowning in confusion.
The middle-aged nun did not answer, just staring emotionlessly at him.
"Deathbell Town! Top Secret?"
Felix's heart skipped a beat as he saw these words. He unfolded the parchment, stained with blood, quickly scanning the written text before turning to the main subject.
【Deathbell Town. What an ominous name.
November 13th, there was a flood in the west, and many refugees came here. I set up tents for them outside the town and provided them with food.
November 14th, there was unrest outside the town. Someone claimed to have seen the undead. I slapped him but felt uneasy. People started falling ill. The physician was overwhelmed, and the priest suddenly disappeared.
Someone sneaked into town, attempting to rape women. I killed him.
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November 15th, many outside the town fell sick, some died. They begged to enter the town, claiming the corpses had vanished, someone was summoning the undead. I closed the town gates, ordering the execution of anyone trying to scale the walls. I dared not let them in, fearing terrible things might happen.
November 16th, I confirmed that evil pagans were spreading the plague, resurrecting the dead, as many corpses had disappeared and graves were dug up, with blood trails leading towards the mountains. Many in the town caught the fever, sparing only some strong men.
November 17th, torrential rains affected the town, water knee-deep in the streets. Everyone outside was dead. I saw them, dressed in black, with green-glowing eyes – necromancers.
In my youth, I was a swordsman. I gathered the men, distributing weapons, for tonight they might attack the town. Gladly, there are adventurers staying in town, strong enough to kill these evil pagans!
The priest's body was found, cut into pieces. I buried him in the church's back garden. He was a kind old man who helped many in his life.
I know it's too late. I sent my son with this letter through the drainage, he's a good swimmer, hoping to inform the outside world.
I'm not a devout believer, but I hope to return to Heaven after death.
May the holy light cleanse the sins here soon.
Old John.】
Felix's brows furrowed deeply. He raised his head to meet the middle-aged nun's gaze and asked, "Necromancers?"
"Yes. They come from the Eastern Orthodox Diocese, possibly from the chaotic lands to the north," the nun replied calmly and coldly. She handed Felix another document, adding, "The Sacred Affairs Department received this message. Since there's no arbitrator branch here, we'll have to handle this trouble."
Felix took the document and glanced at it, noting the emblem of the Sacred Affairs Department. He put down the paper and asked, puzzled, "As far as I know, surviving necromancers on the main roads are rare. They mostly hide in dark tombs, not brazenly appearing before the public! Unless they seek death! What are they up to?"
"The Light has already spread across the world, and even the most powerful necromancers can't defeat the glory of the Lord. History has seen necromancers nearly as powerful as gods, but they have all been purified by the Light, their souls burning in the fires of hell!"
"I'm curious about that too," the nun said as she put away the documents and parchment. "I suspect they are conducting some kind of sacrificial ritual."
A sacrificial ritual? Is it a summoning or something else?
Felix's brows remained tightly knit. After a moment of silence, he looked up and asked, "Do you need my help?"
"This isn't about help. It's your duty," the nun said coldly, looking straight at Felix. "Of course, you can choose not to go."
Felix paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Why not go? I'm in need of some exceptional experimental subjects." He raised his delicate eyebrows, adding, "I've never seen a real necromancer before. This journey could be a good opportunity to observe. I have some questions about necromancy that I believe the souls of those necromancers would be more than willing to answer."
"The flood will recede by tomorrow morning. We'll depart then," the nun said coldly, casting a glance at the timid Beatrice Tinia before turning to leave. As she stepped out of the room, she spoke in an icy tone, "Lust is the original sin."
Felix smirked and watched the nun's departing figure with a playful smile.
He was now curious about the nun's confidence that the flood would recede tomorrow. Who was she? And what did she know?