142: The Witch of Death
"Wu... wu..."
Inside the empty Wangyou Grand Cathedral, under the dim glow of candlelight, Jasmine limped along, supporting herself against the relief carvings on the wall as she struggled toward the upper floors of the church.
Her eyes were unfocused, her expression pained. Her left hand pressed tightly against her heart, as if enduring some kind of immense suffering.
"Dong dong! Dong dong!"
A strange heartbeat echoed through the empty church. Combined with the dark, ancient atmosphere of the church at night, it appeared so eerie and sinister.
Fortunately, since the comfort activity hadn't ended yet, most of the practitioners hadn't returned. And the few external practitioners who should have been on duty at the church had already quietly slipped away when night fell.
"Cough cough cough!"
Suddenly, Jasmine crouched down and began coughing violently. Her pale face grew even whiter, and beneath her skin, something red-black and strange seemed to be writhing.
"Almost there... medicine... medicine..."
Finally, after an unknown amount of time in agony, Jasmine reached the door of her room. But by now, her legs had completely lost sensation. If someone were to lift the nun's robe covering her legs, they would discover in horror that Jasmine's legs had already been eroded by some unknown black magic, covered with all sorts of red-black strange patterns.
Jasmine used the last of her strength to push open the door. She could no longer hold back and spat out a large mouthful of filthy blood mixed with an unknown black mud-like substance. The dark red blood stained her pure white nun's habit, but she didn't seem to care. She just stumbled toward her bedside table.
There sat the "medicine" she had casually placed there before leaving this morning. It was personally prepared by the current Pope of the Holy Church, and it was the only thing that could save her now.
"Medicine... medicine..."
Jasmine half-knelt on the ground, her trembling hand grabbing the small white bottle on the bedside table and slowly opening it.
But perhaps because she had delayed too long after this "episode" started, Jasmine couldn't even hold steady such a small bottle about the size of an eye drop bottle. She accidentally shook it, and the golden pills inside instantly scattered across the floor.
Without time to gather the scattered pills, Jasmine hurriedly grabbed one from the ground and put it in her mouth. In the next moment, strange red-black patterns suddenly emerged from the surface of her skin, and a bloodthirsty, violent aura explosively spread from Jasmine, the Saint.
"Wu... ah..."
Jasmine's expression grew even more pained. She couldn't even stand up now. The tremendous pain coming from her internal organs, especially her heart, made her collapse to her knees, curling up like a frightened kitten.
Then, golden runes emitting a warm aura also emerged from within her body. As these golden runes appeared, the red-black patterns on Jasmine's skin instantly melted away like snow in summer.
The piercing pain gradually weakened, and Jasmine's expression gradually relaxed. She lay exhausted on the ground, completely spent like something burned to ash, without even the energy to tidy up her room.
After a while, Jasmine's phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket, waking her up just as she was about to fall asleep on the floor. She tiredly sat up and pulled out her phone to check. Her previous drowsiness instantly vanished.
It was a message from Evelia with news of Victor's death and the subsequent handling.
"...As expected."
Jasmine shakily stood up. Her legs were still trembling even now, and she needed to hold onto the edge of the bed to stay steady.
Looking at the messy room, Jasmine sighed and wearily picked up all the scattered pills from the ground and stored them away. Then she turned and used magic to clean up the filthy blood and black mud on the floor.
Finally, Jasmine's gaze returned to the nun's habit on her body that had been stained with blood.
Honestly, a bloodstained nun's habit had a certain tragic beauty to it.
But for Jasmine, rather than beauty, she found it more creepy.
Jasmine slowly removed her nun's habit and tossed it into the bathroom.
No time to wash it now. She'd wash it when she came back later.
Next, there were more important matters.
Jasmine stood before the full-length mirror in her room, silently looking at her own flawless white body reflected in the mirror.
Honestly, in terms of appearance, Jasmine was quite stunning. Her fair, delicate skin looked very tempting, and her white long hair and golden eyes hit many people's preferences right in the heart. If one really had to find a flaw on this Saint, perhaps it would only be the slightly regrettable size of the small buns on her chest.
But even Jasmine's size would be a once-in-a-lifetime sight for someone as... petite and cute as Evelia.
However... perhaps only Jasmine knew how riddled with holes this seemingly perfect body was on the inside...
"Sigh..."
Jasmine sighed and took out two pieces of white undergarments from the wardrobe to put on. But next, she didn't reach for the Church nun's habits that already filled her wardrobe and all looked similar. Instead, she took out a pitch-black cloak from a very hidden corner.
"Now that Victor has been silenced and the ledger has been taken by the Church, that's ultimately just the surface. The true darkness... has yet to be touched by Miss Evelia and the others."
Jasmine muttered to herself while taking out an entire set of pitch-black neutral clothing from the wardrobe and putting it on without hesitation.
"But... after today's commotion, those people behind the scenes definitely won't be able to sit still."
Jasmine put on gloves and tried moving around. Mm, a perfect fit.
"Victor's words confirmed my suspicions. In this case, even I have to get involved."
"Otherwise... it's only a matter of time before those people target Lina."
"I won't let my tragedy repeat itself on Lina."
Jasmine draped the cloak over herself. Black magic power surged in her hand, and a mask formed from magic power appeared in her palm, styled like a medieval knight's helmet.
Since Victor used "that thing" and caused her aftereffects to flare up early, she had no reason not to take this opportunity to make good use of this power.
"The Saint's identity is no longer suitable for the upcoming actions. Next would be considered..."
Jasmine's flawless white long hair gradually transformed into an extremely deep black, and her golden eyes symbolizing holiness gradually turned into a scarlet red symbolizing death.
"The Witch of Death's time."
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