At least, it wasn’t the Inquisition’s responsibility. They did not have a secret cooperative relationship with the Ice Shadow Group.
She did not voice this judgment, only closed the scroll and calmly handed it back.
“So, next, do you need me to clear these obstacles?”
“Exactly.”
Seraphiel nodded with a smile.
“I want you to investigate Border Town.”
The moment the words fell, the door beside them suddenly pushed open.
“Seraphiel, I’ll say it again: you don’t need to investigate.”
A silver-haired young girl walked in.
Mili.
Luo Sha certainly remembered her.
At the Grand Cathedral in Border Town, that nun who claimed to be a member of the Holy Council. Not long ago, she said she was a Priest of Light, but now appearing in the Inquisition Hall, there was no sense of incongruity.
Seraphiel turned around and said with a smile:
“It’s Priest Mili.”
Mili glanced at him, her tone flat.
“About this matter, the Oracle has already written it. No need to go.”
Seraphiel, however, seemed not to understand the refusal in her words. He just turned to Luo Sha and introduced:
“Miss Luo Sha, this is Priest Mili. She is one of the Archsages of the Holy Council, known as the Priest of Revelation. She possesses the Book of Revelation, which can see fragments of the future.”
Luo Sha looked at Mili.
Priest of Revelation.
But she had previously said she was a Priest of Light.
A lie?
No, perhaps not a lie.
The people of the Holy Council seemed very skilled at speaking half-truths, leaving only a harmless and sacred impression on others. Priest of Light could be true, Priest of Revelation could also be true. The problem was never what she said, but which part of what she said was a lie.
Luo Sha remembered the warning that blue-cloaked man had given her.
“Beware of the sisters of the Holy Council.”
“That lot are all somewhat abnormal.”
She collected her thoughts and bowed to Mili.
“We meet again, Lady Mili.”
Mili did not respond immediately. She just took out the Book of Revelation, opened it, glanced at it, then closed it.
‘Why is she reading a book…?’
“The Oracle has already said not to investigate Border Town.”
Seraphiel turned around with a smile.
“I shall obey the Book of Revelation’s opinion… and then…”
“Miss Luo Sha, follow me. I’ll teach you the first lesson.”
And Seraphiel’s eyes showed a certain distrust as he looked at Mili, then it vanished in an instant.
Mili did not stop them from leaving, nor did she cause a conflict. She simply moved aside.
After that, Luo Sha did not ask further, only gave Mili a slight nod again.
“See you later, Lady Mili.”
Then, she followed Seraphiel.
The two walked through the corridor, passing five doors in a row, and finally stopped before a rest room marked number 106. Seraphiel pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter.
The room was not large.
It had a desk, chair, bookshelf, a small saint statue for prayer, and a portrait placed on the table.
Luo Sha’s gaze paused on the portrait.
In the portrait was a young Seraphiel, standing next to a girl a bit younger than him. The girl had warm golden hair, a bright smile, completely different from Seraphiel’s silver-white hair.
“Please don’t mind.”
Seraphiel noticed her gaze and said in a gentle tone.
“That is a portrait of me and my sister.”
Luo Sha gave a slight nod but did not comment.
But she had already noted it in her heart.
Not blood-related.
At least not much like it.
Seraphiel took a thick book from the bookshelf and placed it on the table.
“This is the magic used for judgments, and it is also the first lesson you will learn.”
He tapped the cover lightly with his fingertip.
“If you don’t learn these spells, you won’t be able to hunt other heretics easily.”
Heretics.
That word again.
Luo Sha sneered inwardly.
Once a word is given a sacred meaning, it becomes very convenient. Enemies are heretics, criminals are heretics, obstacles are heretics, those who refuse to obey are heretics. As long as you stick a label on them, when the blade falls, the wielder can obtain a cheap and stable sense of security. A bunch of executioners.
Outwardly, she only replied softly:
“Understood, my lord.”
Luo Sha opened the book.
Unexpectedly, it was not difficult to read.
The text was structured rigorously, the spell diagrams were clearly drawn, and there were even many annotations. Judging by the content alone, it did not seem like an evil secret tome, but rather a standard high-level magic textbook from an academy.
But soon, she noticed a label on the inside of the page.
Monastery.
Luo Sha glanced at the portrait on the table from the corner of her eye, then continued flipping. Later, on a page of an old directory, she saw two names.
Seraphiel Mort.
Seraphi Orton.
Mort was the current surname.
Orton seemed more like a registration surname given by a monastery or some adoption system.
And the name “Seraphiel” itself did not seem like a name an ordinary person would casually choose.
She continued reading further.
The book wrote—
“Only the apostles of the gods can use true Judgment Magic.”
“To this end, Holy King Joseph, before the Dark Decade, secretly initiated an experiment called the ‘Seraph Plan.’ Using the bloodline of the Celestial Wing Tribe, ancient sacred relics, Magitech Modification, and human embryos, they created a group of children with special hybrid qualifications, and thus laid the foundation for Judgment Magic.”
“Most of those children died in battle during the Dark Decade.”
“But the Spark was preserved.”
“The children of the Spark were born with abnormally strong mana affinity. They learned magic far faster than ordinary people, and if rigorously trained, they even had the chance to grow into combatants comparable to Sages.”
“And Judgment Magic was precisely the execution tool given to the Inquisition.”
“Its purpose was to execute magical criminals, slay Archmage leaders, and purge all existences deemed unclean by the Holy King.”
Reading further, Luo Sha’s eyes gradually turned cold.
What Holy King Joseph had promoted was not a simple legal order.
It was the Pure Sect.
Complete purification.
Purify demihumans.
Purify hetero-species.
Purify all bloodlines that did not conform to the human ruling order.
Let pure-blooded humans once again, completely, and eternally control this land.
Luo Sha’s finger paused while turning the page.
So that was it.
The so-called Inquisition was never simply an organization that existed to punish sin from the very beginning. It was born from war, paranoia, fear, and a fanatical fantasy of “purity.”
However, Holy King Joseph had never achieved that goal until his death.
And these children left behind through the “Seraph Plan” had to use “Seraph” as a prefix to their names, in order to distinguish their Spark identity.
Seraphiel.
Seraphiel.
Luo Sha finally understood the meaning of that name.
So, it wasn’t a name.
It was a convenient serial number for the church to find them later.
She did not look up, only continued flipping through.
The latter half of the book recorded a vast amount of Judgment magic spells. Most incantations were lengthy and tongue-twisting, almost impossible to complete in time during combat under normal circumstances. But the Inquisition’s way of solving this problem was simple—
They drew the spells onto the Oracle scrolls.
The Oracle list was inscribed by the crystal ball in the center of the Inquisition Hall. Once a name entered the scroll, it could be activated by mana. If the target’s name was stained with blood, the corresponding Judgment Magic could be triggered.
Seal mana.
Mark sinners.
Reflect damage.
Weaken luck.
Guide execution.
Each one was unlike ordinary combat magic; they seemed more like shackles designed to “make the target unable to resist.”
The more Luo Sha read, the clearer she understood her current situation.
She had been saved.
And she had been forcibly “registered.”
She possessed the Holy Guilt Eye, thus becoming an Adept.
She was alive because she still had value to use.
It sounded troublesome.
But compared to dying worthlessly in the forest, it was already a fortune within misfortune.
Because as long as she lived, there was still a chance.
Seraphiel sat opposite her, quietly watching her read.
“How is it?”
He asked softly.
“Very practical magic, isn’t it?”
Luo Sha closed the book, her tone steady.
“Indeed, very practical.”
“Then are you willing to learn?”
“If this is what I should do now.”
“An excellent answer.”
Seraphiel smiled with satisfaction.
“Then, let’s start with the most basic Name-engraving Spell. The Oracle is the scabbard of the Inquisition, and your blood, mana, and eyes will become the hand that draws the sword.”
Luo Sha looked straight at the mirror on the table, seeing the bandage on her right eye.
That eyeball that did not belong to her seemed to be faintly warming beneath the bandage.
She knew that from this moment, she was no longer just Luo Sha, the guard of the Cape family.
At least in the eyes of the Inquisition, she would be renamed, reclassified, and reshaped into a tool they needed.
But—
A tool could still wound the wielder.
Luo Sha reopened the book and looked at the first incantation.
Outside the window, the setting sun had already sunk behind the church spire. The white-gold afterglow passed through the stained glass, falling on the pages, dyeing those ancient and cold spells as bright as blood.
Seraphiel’s voice sounded gently.
“Come, Miss Luo Sha.”
“The first lesson begins.”
Luo Sha lowered her eyelashes and began to silently read that incantation.
Her expression was calm, her posture submissive, her tone respectful.
Like a fanatical believer who had already accepted the Inquisition’s mad doctrine.
But no one knew that what she silently recited in her heart was not the name of a god.
It was Liuna.
Young lady, please, you must live.
Before I return to you—
Please, you must live.