Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 718 [Renata Clemens]

The name is.

Renata Clemens.

I grew up in an orphanage, yes, not in Zhongsi Academy. My mother was said to have died when she gave birth to me, and she bled a lot. My father was a habitual thief. When I was three years and seven months old, he was sent to the gallows and had his head cut off after he injured someone during a robbery.

According to the imperial code, relatives must be present during the execution. Perhaps because he didn't want others to see his miserable death, my father chose me to witness it.

A pastor carried me to the execution ground, and I watched my father weep bitterly. All of the above happened much later, and were told to me by others.

I am the descendant of sinners.

My childhood was dull. The orphanage provided a shelter, but it was just a shelter. We were hungry and ate bean soup and flatbreads. We fought bravely for a comfortable bed and fought each other until our heads were broken and bloody.

This kind of life lasted for several years, and I gradually got tired of it. Fortunately, I was outstanding enough to be noticed by a nun from a monastery. After she finished preaching at the orphanage, she smiled and held my hand and asked if I wanted to join the order.

I thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

After that day, I took off my clothes that were several sizes too big, put on a patched church uniform, was baptized as a candidate nun, and stood in front of the statue and swore an oath that from then on I would dedicate everything to the supreme emperor and devote my whole life to the empire.

The maids were pretty nice to me. Even though all they could think about was reciting scriptures, they were not bad people.

The young nuns of the same period, these stumbling fellows, either out of character or out of awe, were always friendly to me. After lights were turned off, they secretly took out the cold pies hidden under their pillows and shared them, puffing their cheeks and trying not to make any noise.

Perhaps staying in this small monastery in this place for the rest of my life would be a good choice, I thought to myself more than once.

After all, academic studies and exams are relatively easy for me. In the future, I can take part in the parish examination, get a good score, enter a church school with rich heritage and reputation, study medicine, and then travel around to save others. This is not bad.

Reality is never what we wish. An ideal future is like mountains in the distance, within reach but never truly reachable.

The seal under the monastery was breached, and a psychic entity from the quadrants of "temptation" and "lies" escaped. It devoured Mara's mind, took on her skin, and brought about a tragedy.

The kind and serious faces of the maids twisted into the same shape, and then we did. The knife pierced Christine's throat, Ferrol's neck was strangled and black, and Oliver and Willard fell into the well entangled together.

When I found Partridge, she was curled up in a ball, hiding in a cupboard. How come I hadn't noticed she was so thin and small before?
"Listen to me, Patridge. Don't panic. Breathe. Yes, that's it. Come on, take a deep breath and exhale. Okay. The situation is very complicated now. You continue to hide here. No, you'd better follow me. I can protect you..."

Was it because her eardrums were vibrated during the previous fight? What was she talking about?
Kill yourself?
"I heard it. I heard it. That voice, it only needs one person, right? I can't do it, I can't do it, but you can, Renata, you can definitely help us get revenge."

"I give you my life."

"..be gentler, please. I'm afraid of the pain."

He survived and the orphanage on the mountain became a bloody arena for fighting. He was the champion who survived to the end. He pulled down the smug spectator in the audience and broke his neck with his own hands.

Is it painful? It’s painful. Is it sad? It’s sad.

But there is more to the anger than that.

Much more.

When the monks of the state religion realized something was wrong and rushed over, the girl was sitting quietly on the ruins of the monastery painted scarlet. She stared at the ugly face of her nun in silence. After a long while, she said something.

"I won."

I am very powerful, more powerful than I thought. After all, the nuns are too shallow, and their low vision and dull hearts limit them. This makes them who discovered this rough diamond in themselves not realize what kind of talent they have until they die.

The Inquisition and the Six Pillars of the Knights simultaneously extended olive branches to me. I chose the former.

It was a brutal and cruel time.

He had won first place in his class, and raised his sword to the Grand Inquisitor who was watching the graduation ceremony - and he took it.

Then, lost.

The other party lost.

Sixteen years old, second ring.

At the age of 20, I broke through the third ring.

At the age of twenty-seven, he achieved the fourth ring: [Sublimation].

At the age of thirty-five, he reached the peak of the fourth ring.

I don't know when people started calling me "Holy Judge", glory, or awe? To be honest, I don't really care. I used to think I just wanted to win, but later, I realized that what I really wanted was to win what I wanted to win.

I.
Love the Empire.

Because of people, happiness can be achieved.

Desire is the driving force behind success, but it is also the source of pain. Most people have desires but lack the will and strength to put them into practice, so all they get is pain, the pain of going through twists and turns, day and night.

The accumulation of material things will never end, and faith can bring satisfaction to everyone. This is the only way to happiness, a road that everyone is qualified to take, regardless of high or low, the wisest or the dumbest.

It allows people to forget their desires, transcend the shackles of the world, transcend the constraints of material things, and gain spiritual satisfaction. No other force or country can do this, not even the Enlightened Ones, not even Ye Nan, not even the Beiting Defense Front.
It sounds incredible, but I actually don't have much loyalty to Your Majesty. No, I completed every task assigned to me impeccably. The sword cut through the heretics' heads, the spear shattered the core of the disaster, and I opened the door for the fallen and dragged them out of what they thought was a safe house.

But I have no loyalty to your majesty.

What I actually maintain
It formed the foundation of the empire, uniting millions of people, regardless of their status.
"Belief".

At that time, I was half-kneeling on the cold floor, and His Majesty was looking down at me.

“Speaking bluntly.”

"From the Emperor's perspective, this is disrespectful. I should at least remove you from the Inquisition. But from the Psychic's perspective, I should praise you for doing a good job."

"Um"

"Thirty years."

"I'll give you thirty years. After thirty years, come and challenge me. I'll give you a chance to create a 'god' with your own hands."

I walked out of the palace, and "Renata Clemens" put on her visor once again.

then.

"Holy Judgment".

as always.

(End of this chapter)