She had always been a merciful and kind woman. Wasn’t she a flower blooming in a place where one dared not even think to touch?
What disgrace would this noble flower commit in the face of death?
Would she kneel and beg for her life? Would she shed tears and ask for forgiveness just once? If not even that, would she say she’d do anything, so just spare her from execution?
The Saintess did not meet any of those expectations.
She merely asked in a calm tone.
“Do you intend to listen to my words?”
“The sinner should respect the honor of the Mountain Court.”
In line with the Pope’s warning, the Saintess staggered to her feet from her kneeling position.
Her two hands were bound behind her back, making for an unstable posture. Nevertheless, the Saintess stubbornly stood tall and proud.
The judges seated on high were all looking down at the Saintess.
It was so high and steep. The authority of the law, the existence of God, and the wall of reality.
A paladin approached and released the restraints binding the Saintess’s wrists. It was…