Devil's Bible

“Vera!!” Ella recognized her sister’s emaciated body at first glance.

His eyes were red and he looked at his sister with heartache.

His sister bore so many marks that one could only imagine the torment she endured before her death.

Upon seeing this scene, even the villagers, whose faces were pale with pain from the severed arm, now showed joyful smiles.

"Why did you do this?" Mocania asked, frowning as she watched the scene unfold.

"Yes, why did you do that!" The villager turned to look at Mocania, and the hatred in his eyes made Mocania involuntarily step back.

The emotion was so intense, it seemed to engulf the person.

"Why can nobles treat us like we're not human? Why can they arbitrarily arrest commoners and treat them like toys?"

"Why was my daughter tortured and killed by Ella, and she even said it was to cleanse sins and welcome the divine?!" The villagers' questions struck Mocania's heart like a heavy hammer.

However, the villagers' questioning did not stop.

"Why is it that Vera can use children from poor families as dolls and discard them on the roadside when she doesn't like them anymore, but you noble gentlemen can't accept her being hung on a shelf?!"

Although she was a Steel-type, and her body and mind were already different from ordinary people, Mocania heard a sharp ringing in her ears, her head spun, and her face turned pale.

At the same time, my stomach was churning wildly, and waves of nausea were surging within me.

The stomach is an emotional organ; a person's emotions are often reflected in their stomach.

From Ella's words alone, all they could know was that he and his sister Vera shared a pure and innocent sibling bond.

His sister became a victim in the process; after being killed, her body was left to be desecrated on a wooden frame.

However, Ella didn't mention why they suffered all this.

Mocania wanted to believe that the villagers were lying and that everything they said was false.

However, he could sense that the villagers' hatred was genuine.

The signs of long-term use in this 'toy house' are undeniable.

In other words, everything is real.

Ella is a disgusting nobleman who treats human life as worthless. She and her sister have never regarded commoners as beings with human qualities, but merely as playthings like livestock in their homes.

Even if they were killed or toyed with, they didn't care and never thought it was a cruel thing.

"Ella, is this true?" Mocania asked in a hoarse voice.

"What happened?" Ella was a little confused as to why Mocania had suddenly become like this. He tenderly stroked the wounds on his sister's corpse, somewhat bewildered.

"I'm asking, are you and your sister indiscriminately killing civilians?!" Mocania asked, suppressing her anger.

"Ah... that is a bit wasteful, but it's not a big problem, is it?" Ella carefully untied the ropes binding her sister, then picked her up and noticed that Mocania was trembling all over.

"Did he use some underhanded means, Lord Mocania?" Ella still greatly admired Mocania, who had forgiven his betrayal and was willing to help save his sister.

"How can you be so cruel, Ella?" Mocania saw that every bit of affection he showed for his sister was genuine, but the word 'waste' in his words just now made Mocania see Ella for who she really was.

In Ella's view, commoners cannot be considered human beings.

And this, to some extent, aligns with the teachings of the God of Discipline—order!
Order emphasizes identity; one should do what one's identity dictates.

In this context, nobles and clergy were the people closest to God. They had the responsibility and obligation to shepherd all living beings for God.

Under this order, every individual is bound by their identity and responsibilities.

For this reason, ordinary people cannot often be considered as a single person.

Of course, with the passage of thousands of years and the changes in various rules, this doctrine has been altered to some extent.

There are also fewer restrictions on various identities.

However, in places with a strong aristocratic atmosphere, these ideas did not change so quickly.

Ella may have received this kind of education from a young age.

In his mind, commoners were like livestock, commodities.

Although they look like humans, can speak human language, and often have human emotions, they are not human.

Randomly killing people is a waste, but it cannot be considered a sin.

Even if the core and the situation of the emotions of commoners and nobles are the same, because of their different statuses, the emotions of commoners are not worth paying attention to, nor is it necessary to empathize with them.

This division of identity makes them appear extremely fragmented.

They possess abundant emotions, have touching family bonds with their siblings, and can also have normal emotions with others.

But when it comes to ordinary people, they show absolutely no empathy.

“Mocania…sir?” Ella looked at Mocania uncertainly, still unaware of the problem, and simply said to Mocania, “Don’t be fooled by these lowly people.”

"These untouchables are the lowest of creatures. Don't be fooled by their human-like appearance and the presence of thoughts and feelings; they are the most cunning of all."

"When it comes to collecting grain, they don't give rice when you ask for it, and they don't give grain when you ask for it, but in reality they have everything."

"They will greedily hoard everything."

"They may seem honest on the surface, but they are the biggest liars. No matter how good you are to them, they will lie."

"My sister was tricked by them when she was young."

“If anything happens, such as this usurpation through a fictitious agreement, these outcasts will become their most vicious accomplices.”

"They are the most disgusting, cunning, cowardly, wicked, and incompetent people, and the least deserving of living in this world!"

"Their inferiority is ingrained in their very bones; it is mixed into their very numbers."

"You absolutely mustn't let them fool you!" Ella looked at Mocania with concern.

The worry in his eyes was real, and so was his contempt for ordinary people.

At this moment, Mocania felt as if her worldview was crumbling.

Many voices inside him were telling him that all of this was wrong.

There was also a voice advising him that he was now a clergyman and there was no need to cause trouble for Ella over this.

But Mocania couldn't help but ask this question.

"So who made them like this?" (End of Chapter)