The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 56 The Path of Saints
The girl's name is Shandel.

Shandel Kratov.

Very good, Roland is familiar with this last name and the hair color is the same.

"You mean my grandfather?"

The girl's voice was so soft that Roland dared not interrupt her, for fear that it would be distorted if touched.

She brought Roland a much more sumptuous lunch than usual, and some apples dripping with water.

After entering the house, she found a small stool to sit on, propped up her chin, and stared at him with her lake blue eyes.

She smelled like oranges.

The nun's uniform was clean, with the same small silver cross on her chest. When she sat down in front of Roland's bed with her legs together, the tips of her two brown boots peeked out from under her robe, swinging restlessly.

Roland noticed that these boots were the cleanest pair of boots he had ever seen.

Like new.

" Roland Collins ."

She calmly tucked her scattered gray hair behind her ears and turned her hat brim upwards, revealing the curls on her forehead. “I heard from Grandpa that you are really amazing.”

When Roland turned around, the girl looked a little embarrassed and pressed her legs even tighter together.

"This looks good on you, Roland."
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Are you so anxious to marry me off?

"Ahaha."

"That's a true ritualist..." Shandel stared at Roland with his eyes blinking, like some kind of animal with a strong thirst for knowledge. "But you are still an apprentice. It's unbelievable. They say that the Inquisition has a genius again..."

"Thanks to Madam Chloe for her help." Roland would not agree with her: "It's just that we are at the end of our rope and have to fight to the death..."

"That's surprising enough!"

Shandel clearly has more to learn.

She began to ask what happened.

Different from Mrs. Cherry Crowe's concerned and urgent 'questioning'.

She was like a gentle breeze, chatting with Roland in a gentle manner: after he finished a paragraph, she would gently add a sentence and wait for Roland to continue, without any hurry.

She paid more attention to Roland's injuries and felt disgusted with the cultists.

But whether it is reprimand or concern, it makes people feel gentle.

It's like gentleness is engraved into the bones, giving a sense of comfort that goes unnoticed.

"Excuse me, Miss Kratov. You are here today..."

"Don't you know yet?" Shandel rounded his mouth in surprise. "It's like this. I've been transferred to work under Mr. Devinson. When you recover from your injury, we'll be colleagues."

She stroked her chest with one hand.

"The Code of Mercy, the Path of the Saint, the First Ring Ritualist: Shandel Kratov."

After saying that, the girl smiled and bowed: "It is my honor to work with you, Mr. Collins."

Roland was surprised.

This girl in front of me, who is about the same age as me...

Already a formal ceremonialist?

Since he joined the Church, he had never seen a ritualist as old as Shandel Kratov.

She is too young.

"I came into contact with the 'mystery' and 'sleep world' earlier than most people. Plus some coincidences." She stroked her hair, her eyes twinkling, "It's nothing special."

This is already amazing.

"You are truly amazing." Shandel curved his eyes, "The light of the Holy Cross shines on every upright and pious heart. Except for the evil cultists who do evil everywhere, we will never distinguish between relatives and strangers based on roads, nor will we distinguish between distance and nearness based on rules."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the back of Roland's hand. With her other hand, she clutched the silver cross on her chest and closed her eyes to pray:
“May this suffering man find comfort in his pain.”

"His heroic deeds will reach Eden..."

Suddenly, a breeze blew into the room, as warm and comfortable as a medicinal spring, and invisible power flowed from her palms. Roland felt his body become warm.

It was as if a sun, but not scorching, was born above his head, baking his cheeks with warmth: the heat dispelled the cold and damp that seeped in from the cracks in the stone wall, and rolled back and forth on the gray quilt several times, making it feel fluffy and soft.

"Only for a little while."

Seeing Roland's surprise, Cinder smiled shyly, covering his mouth: "A friend of mine was recuperating here before, but he caught a cold after recovering from his injury."

The girl's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She accepted the thanks and introduced Roland:

"The 'nurse' in my ring can slightly control the physical state of myself or others,"

Shandel pointed at Roland's shoulder, and his thin lips curled up into a crescent shape: "To relieve the discomfort... I will be a good colleague, Mr. Collins."

"…Nurse?"

"Yes, Nurse, Saint's Way, Ring One."

Shandel raised one hand in the air, pointing towards the direction where the warm current was coming from:

"In addition to this, we can also raise or lower the temperature around the body to a certain extent, and use our eyes to see the 'color' emanating from the target, which represents the vitality of life. Although not all of us are the best doctors, each of us does know a lot about this."

"Mr. Collins, this is a great path that gives people hope."

“Mercy is not the same as judgment.”

"The Church, the Monastery, and the Inquisition are also different."

“We are more willing to give than to take.”

The girl has a good sense of propriety.

Unlike many people Roland had met, she didn't seem to have any 'special' views on the Inquisition and the Executioner. Considering that she herself belonged to a church monastery and was the granddaughter of Archbishop Gary Kratov - from her position, it was not easy enough.

"In this sand castle that is gradually being infiltrated by the sea, the executor holds a sharp sword and a flag high, vowing to live and die with the city."

"We prefer to lead those ignorant lambs on a long-distance migration, to the top of the sandbank away from the waves."

"That is not a conflict, Mr. Collins."

Shandel smiled peacefully, as gentle as a spring breeze that was ordered not to disturb people's sleep: "I don't hate the executive officer, on the contrary. Although I also in front of everyone..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she explained to Roland in a somewhat urgent manner: "...I know clearly that if it weren't for the executive officers who were on the front line against the cultists and aliens, not only the citizens, but even the church would inevitably be affected. The executive officers are the real heroes..."

Although he had only been in the Inquisition for a short time, Roland had seen how other people treated the executors.

This Miss Cinderella Kratov is really a rare type.

"Because my original dream was to become someone like Lady Enid Jutia."

The girl twisted her hair and said to Roland rather embarrassedly.
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"Principle: Compassion"

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"The Way of Saints"

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"Ring 1: Nurse"

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"Manipulation: Slightly adjust the body's state, relieve discomfort, and can slightly adjust the temperature within a certain range."

"——'What you need, perhaps, is also what I need.'"

"Excellent: Have a high affinity for creatures with a lower level of mystery than oneself."

"——'I am just as you thought, Lamb.'"

"Symbol: Sense the target's physical condition and be able to color it in sight."

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"※My soul trembles, suffering is calling me."

(End of this chapter)