Disregarding his confusion, the Saintess’s voice continued.
“You’re not drawing the Holy Sword. It seems you have no intention of resisting needlessly, so God will also take pity on you. ‘Strict Order and Goodness’ is merciful.”
“…Mercy.”
“Yes. He has always been merciful.”
The Saintess closed her eyes for a moment and ostentatiously pretended to offer a prayer to the sky.
“Even now, God has told me this: to show mercy to the excommunicated apostate and give him time to repent.”
“What does that mean…”
“Kneel down and prostrate yourself, and offer a prayer of repentance to ‘Strict Order and Goodness.’”
Offering prayers in the humblest posture, like the lowliest servant, was something he often did even in the Holy City. Whether facing death or not, there was no reason to feel newly humiliated. After all, life held no value for an infinite regressor.
Nevertheless, Thesilid felt a strange…