Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 148.1

Girls Sinking in Darkness Part 2

“We have found the sinful one.”

In this humble but clean room with white plaster walls, a woman in her mid-twenties, also plain but dressed in a white priest’s robe, smiled serenely.

Her flaxen hair flowed freely around her shoulders. She was not flashy, but her well-defined nose and eyes and soft atmosphere gave off a beauty that justified her being called a “saint”.

Ursula, the saint. According to the folklore that remained on this continent, heroes and saints were chosen by spirits when evil appeared in the world, but she was not a real saint in that sense.

Ursula was abandoned in front of a church as an infant and raised in a temple orphanage, where she grew up to be a devout believer. She was called “saint” by her people.

“Today we are going to make preparations. May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen?”

“Yes, Lady Ursula.”

At Ursula’s call, the four women in the same room stood up quickly, smiling in the same way.

Maidens in their early teens to early twenties. They were the women known as the “Holy Church Dedication Corps,” saved by the Holy Church and gathered under Ursula, who had traveled with Ursula from place to save the undeserving.

“Before we go, may I stop by to check on the children?”

“”Yes.””

The maidens smiled happily at the kindly smiling Saint Ursula’s words, and as Ursula began to walk away, the pure maidens in the same white priest’s robes followed.

As they walked neatly through the sanctuary, the devotees and young priestesses who had come to worship looked at them with a kind of adoration and worship. Among them, some of the priests, who were looking at the maidens with a hint of tension in their eyes, knew that their faces were only “outward”.

–The Holy Church’s teaching team…

A secret group that captures sinful people and sends them to the church’s basement to “educate” them.

They are the fighting dolls of the Church of Christ, imprinted with the ideals of the Church of Christ from the time they were children, and their personalities were formed in an environment isolated from the outside world.

“Ursula-sama!”

“Have you been good, everyone?”

When I showed up at the orphanage in the temple, young children in their green robes ran up to Ursula with big smiles on their faces.

These were unfortunate children who had lost their parents in accidents or illness. The children, who were crying for their parents at first, finally regain their innocent smiles thanks to the free love of Ursula and the priests.

“I will go to the back, please take care of the rest.”

Ursula, who had been petting the heads of the clinging children and holding them up and nursing them, left the children in the care of the devotional maidens and went alone to the back, opened the locked iron door guarded by the priest knights, and descended the stairs to the basement.

After descending quite deeply and hearing no more sounds from the ground, the white plaster wall was replaced by a wall with black spots as if something had stuck to it, and from behind it came the sound of something crashing against each other and the sobbing voice of a child.

Chains extending from the wall, shackles, and a reddish-black tinted restraining table. As they proceeded down a corridor lined with small rooms with iron bars and rusty torture devices, the priests were forcing the young children to undergo rigorous training.

All the children in the basement were born without knowing their parents’ faces.

Here, the children were drilled into the philosophy of the Holy Church and its efficient method of destroying the human body, and imprinted as if they were newborn chicks that this was the right thing to do.

The children who would become the next generation of leaders are the ones who rebel against the teachings of the Holy Church and destroy the “sinners” who have been captured and are about to die.

Ursula, with a smile like the Blessed Mother, embraced the children with a smile, to give them “candy” in the form of compassion, to those children who believed it was the right thing to do and were still being beaten by the “whip” that was wearing away at their hearts. She embraced them with a motherly smile to give them “candy” in the form of love.

“My sweet, sweet sisters. Did you have a good day?”

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