The rain seemed to have lessened, falling gently with the wind, creating a 'shushing' sound all around. Beyond a hundred steps, the rain curtain blurred everything, rendering it hazy and indistinct.

Just as Felix turned to leave, he was stopped by four figures cloaked in grey robes. The figures that blocked his path were petite and curvaceous, with noticeable curves at their chest and hips. If Felix's eyes weren't deceiving him, they were four women.

Taking a cautious step back, Felix eyed the four figures that suddenly appeared before him. His left arm had already begun channeling shadow elements, filling Death’s Touch with magical energy in a mere three seconds.

For a moment, the leading figure seemed vaguely familiar to Felix, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen her before. They all wore masks, revealing only their eyes, which were a pale blue.

Felix was certain he had seen the first woman before. The look in her eyes triggered a strange sense of kinship in him, as if he had encountered one of his own kind.

Wait a minute!

His own kind?

Felix looked up, puzzled, staring directly into the woman's pale blue eyes, trying to discern something from them. Her frame was much slenderer than the middle-aged nun he remembered, who had always been a plump middle-aged woman in his memory. The woman before him was distinctly more delicate.

If Felix remembered correctly, the middle-aged nun had amber eyes, not this sky-blue, cloud-like color.

But this feeling of familiarity was unmistakable!

What could have caused such a drastic change in them in such a short time?

Felix slowly removed his slightly damp hood, revealing his pale, delicately handsome face amidst the wind and rain. He looked at the four women, offering a tentative friendly smile and said softly, "Priestess, I'm glad to see you're still alive."

"The Lord is willing to forgive anyone who believes in Him," the middle-aged nun said coldly without removing her hood. She stared at Felix with her pale blue eyes, radiating a chilly aura. After a moment of silence, she continued in an icy tone, "Please come with me to Saint Erde Cathedral."

She paused briefly before adding, "Notre Dame Cathedral has a new assignment for you."

A new assignment?!

Had Notre Dame Cathedral accepted their identities after being corrupted by darkness?

Felix tried hard to suppress the myriad expressions threatening to reveal his thoughts. He disliked letting his opponents read his mind from his eyes. So, he lowered his head, his pale hands intertwined, and spoke in a deep voice, "I am curious about the new directive from Notre Dame Cathedral."

As Felix looked down, he noticed an unusual phenomenon: the four women's skirts were remarkably clean, free of any dust or water stains. Walking on muddy roads, it's inevitable to get splashed with mud, but these women were spotless except for their slightly damp grey cloaks.

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Felix couldn’t help but activate his elemental energy perception. He sensed a thin layer of frost under the women's feet, turning the mud beneath into white frost and then rapidly freezing it. This thin layer of frost would quickly melt as they moved.

This discovery shocked Felix, as he hadn't mastered such precise control over the power of frost. He guessed that these women might have acquired their power from the first Death Knight Reinhardt, and it could even surpass his own!

There was a little-known secret here: all four women were Death Knights, completely transformed after their hearts were destroyed by a Death Knight. But Felix was different – he was still alive…

Saint Erde Cathedral still looked the same, but the continuous rain had caused some of the pure white tulips to wilt in the storm.

The intense holy light energy gave Felix a burning sensation, and the cross on Saint Erde Cathedral seemed to pierce through his soul like a sword. The pain and burning felt like being engulfed in fierce flames.

The four women appeared unaffected, continuing their steady march towards the prayer room of Saint Erde Cathedral. Felix gritted his teeth and followed them. If they could find redemption in the Lord, he believed he could too.

As the burning sensation from the holy light energy subsided, the opposing energies stabilized. The piercing pain from the cross transformed into a strange spiritual energy, washing over Felix’s body and soul like a refreshing spring.

The burning sensation on his body gradually weakened, then slowly dissipated.

"This... is incredible..." Felix raised his pale hand, surrounded by the holy light, yet not causing a severe clash of opposing energies. These two different energies coexisted, maintaining a distance like neighbors living peacefully under some law-like restraint.

This was a sensation Felix had never experienced before. The previous repulsion to holy light energy was gone, as were the burning and pain.

"Behind the light lies darkness," the middle-aged nun said without turning. She seemed to sense Felix's surprised expression. She paused, then bowed her head devoutly towards the silver cross in the center of the hall, speaking in a low, humble voice, "The Lord is merciful, willing to offer redemption to those corrupted by darkness."

Felix lowered his head, his expression hidden. He crossed himself and said with a trembling voice, "Praise the Lord! He is the guide of the holy light!"

"Thank the Lord, the merciful God!"

...

Saint Erde Cathedral, Prayer Room.

The women removed their grey robes, and Felix was surprised to see that instead of the usual pure white priestly attire, they wore unique garments with silver threads depicting a fallen angel on the back.

In pure black silk, adorned with silver threads and rune lines, the back depicted a female angel draped in a black veil, her head bowed, her face not drawn, her hair flowing, and one wing broken at an odd angle, resembling overlapped bat wings.

Saint Elouan! Or was it?

Felix hung his drenched grey robe over a chair and silently observed the nuns' peculiar black attire.

Inside the church, dark-colored garments were rare. White symbolized purity and goodness, the main color of the church’s priestly robes. As far as Felix knew, only two departments within the church wore grey or black – the Sacred Affairs Department and the Tribunal.

"This is Notre Dame Cathedral's new assignment for you, Black Robed Governor," the middle-aged nun turned, her gaze cold as she spoke.

She looked much thinner, her face as pale as Felix's, her pale blue eyes emotionless, colder, and lifeless than before. But she seemed more beautiful than ever to Felix, like a thorny ice-sculpted rose, despite never having given him a sense of beauty before.

With a hint of confusion, Felix’s gaze shifted from the lifeless women to a thick black parchment. He took the so-called 'appointment letter,' slowly opening it. Suddenly, his pupils constricted in shock, an uncontrollable surprise appearing on his pale face.

On the black parchment, a row of text was inscribed with indelible rune marks:

"Dark Judgment Division — Black Robed Governor — Felix Fairmuth!"