22. The Pure White Nun Urasiru

Compared to my own sardonic thoughts about the “Goddess of Order” in the mind of the nun Urasiru before me, it seemed that Kefir’s recent rejection of the blessing was what truly displeased her.

[Urasiru attacked Kefir.]

With the emergence of the script, I realized: perhaps from the very beginning, this “Pure White Nun” had never given us a choice beyond “surrender the saintess.”

“Is that so? In that case, please forgive my disrespect towards the noble members of your country.”

Urasiru stepped forward, her boots crushing the uneven, filthy stone beneath her.

“Before I pass judgment on the disloyal saintess, I will first expel those who show disrespect to the goddess. Otherwise, the goddess will not find peace tonight…”

Rather than a spear, it was more fitting for her weapon to be a scythe, as it plunged into the ground. In the next moment, Urasiru approached with a sword in her left hand! Kefir would absolutely not fear a contest of strength or weaponry, yet Urasiru’s movements were even swifter than Kefir had anticipated. Twisting and turning, her black cloak and long hat billowed with her white hair, her long boots lightly tapping the ground, leaving behind fleeting shadows in the rain, like a dragonfly skimming the water, merging with the ephemeral outlines in the downpour!

[Urasilu Attacks Kephiel with a Sword!]

The script unfolds, but… I can’t shake the feeling that something is off! It feels like I’m boosting someone else’s confidence while undermining my own. Yet, the Urasilu before me—or rather, this “Pure White Nun” in the script—exhibits a power that doesn’t quite match my expectations of “perfection.”

At the very least, I don’t believe she can judge anyone. Kephiel is still in a cautious defensive stance; once she calls upon the full power of the fairies, this Urasilu would definitely not stand a chance against her.

Could it be…

“Kephiel, you were once favored by the goddess of ‘Order’ for your integrity. The moment I saw your birth, I was certain of it.”

The sword slashes through the rain, and even though it’s intercepted and countered, nearly injuring herself, Urasilu’s expression remains utterly unfazed. She even continues to speak strange words to Kephiel!

“Why have you now fallen from your faith, becoming like this? Is it because of love? Obedience? The conditioning of thought? You so easily trample upon order; if the goddess were to know, she would surely be very disappointed.”

Moreover, Kephiel’s reaction is indeed peculiar.

She seems… surprised!?

“You’ve seen me!? But I heard that the first ones to see me after my birth were all…”

Before I could grasp the situation, the next lines in the script left me astounded! No wonder I felt something was off about Urasilu; it turns out…

[Urasilu, an elf, wields faith-based magic completely different from the major elements, and is rumored to be a ninth-tier saint of magic.]

She isn’t a swordsman at all; this was merely a way to ask Kephiel something!

“Kephiel! She’s not a swordsman! She uses magic, one of the ninth-tier saints!”

I realized the warning from the script too late, as Kephiel seemed to have already understood something from Urasilu’s words and discovered her true identity! Kephiel didn’t show any signs of weakness; on the contrary, she unleashed her full power and sent Urasilu’s sword flying!

And this was not the dawn of victory; rather, it was… the beginning of danger!

Urasilu twirled her cloak, and in the blink of an eye, her figure returned to a distance. As she pulled the scythe embedded in the ground, the surrounding air seemed to freeze! Her body spun with the scythe, dancing for a moment before…

[Ding ding]

The ringing sound heralded that the “Sword of Judgment” was shooting toward Kephiel from all directions!

“Tsk, so useless… Magnus, protect her.”

Beside me, Nilu clicked her tongue, and the cloak—Wind Fairy Magnus—fluttered out. A verdant barrier deflected all attacks, but Kephiel couldn’t afford to express her gratitude as she charged toward Urasilu.

After all, there’s an age-old truth when dealing with a “mage”: you must close the distance. Engaging in a ranged duel with a mage is akin to courting death, isn’t it?

However, this short distance of merely a dozen steps transformed into a grueling trial for Kephiel!

Urasilu’s exaggeratedly large scythe was no mere decoration; it served as a “weapon,” much like a wand in the hands of other mages. Not to mention the light swords that could be summoned from every angle—this thing could even spew forth golden lasers like a laser cannon! What’s more troublesome is that according to the script, what she wielded was less “magic” and more the power of “faith,” a form of “magic” that transcended the elemental forces of creation and destruction, making it impossible to counter with ordinary means!

Aside from attacking, all that was left was to dodge. Not to mention that we were within the church’s sphere of influence; who knows what even more dangerous events might unfold if this dragged on. Even with Kephiel and Nilu by my side, I couldn’t afford to be reckless and ignore the script’s progression.

“Nilu, are you ‘ready’?”

I asked Nilu.

Though Urasilu’s sudden appearance and identity did catch me off guard, my original plan wasn’t to blow up the “culprit” in the script just yet.

“Of course, I’m ready, Mr. Oghlid.”

“Then let’s continue as we agreed at the start. What I ‘see’ is a bit hazy, and I can’t let you take risks.”

I turned my gaze to Kephiel.

Though she was a ninth-tier sealed saint, the current Kephiel was no longer the same. Urasilu’s overwhelming magical output, while terrifying, was evidently still lacking against Kephiel, who possessed the power of fairies!

In the next moment, the raindrops falling from the sky suddenly transformed into sharp ice spikes. As Urasilu was forced to shift from offense to defense due to this unexpected turn of events, the brief moment was enough for Kephiel to close in on her!

Thunder roared, and the expression on the nun’s face finally shifted, showing signs of strain as she turned, swinging her scythe high and leaping backward.

Was she trying to escape to maintain distance!? That was my initial thought, but…

[Urasilu is preparing something…]

The emergence of the script extinguished the last flicker of hope in my heart!

“Kephiel, that’s enough!”

[Urasilu’s preparation is complete!]

I watched as the white-haired fairy nun danced with her scythe, as if performing some kind of ritual amidst the rain. Unfortunately, I had no time for any excess curiosity; the moment Kephiel returned to our side, Nilu was already “fully prepared.”

“Claudia, activate the teleportation spell.”

The azure teleportation circle opened, and this was my goal! This was not our home ground, and the enemy we faced was unexpectedly dangerous. In summary…

Only a fool would fight that nun in a place like this. Kephiel had found an opportunity and bought us some time; she would be back soon, and then we could make a quick escape! Taking Ikusis with us would naturally make her death script temporarily disappear. I had no intention of pulling off any other risky maneuvers! My stability was genuine, truly stable, and…

Well, you certainly didn’t see this coming, did you, Miss Nun?

Goodbye!