Chapter 880: Rescue Plan
The Amakusa-style Cross Rosicrucian could have saved herself, and indeed succeeded. At that time, as long as she went with them, she could have escaped!
However, Sister Orsola did not believe in their help without reason and was somewhat suspicious that they coveted her technique for deciphering the book of the law.
So, Sister Orsola decided to follow her original plan and go to Academy City to seek refuge with Lin Wuming…
Although the process was somewhat tortuous, this goal was finally achieved.
However, due to her first impression, Sister Orsola developed some prejudice against Lin Wuming.
Coupled with certain rumors and the hostility of the girls around Lin Wuming, Sister Orsola also felt that Lin Wuming was not particularly reliable, perhaps even less so than the Amakusa-style Cross Rosicrucian—the latter was, after all, a member of the Cross Religion and indeed more trustworthy.
Then, there was the young man named Kamijou Touma, who claimed to have come to rescue her in cooperation with the British Puritan Church.
At that time, the hotel was in chaos, and Sister Orsola already intended to leave, so she naturally followed along and escaped…
But she never expected that it would ultimately lead her straight into a trap!
At this moment, Sister Orsola, having learned the entire truth, felt only a slight relief that Kamijou Touma and the British Puritan Church had no intention of harming her—their information was incorrect, as the Roman Orthodox Church had concealed the truth when contacting them.
“Indeed…” Sister Orsola coughed up blood, her voice barely a whisper.
—Indeed, Our Christian Church can only live in lies… deceiving others, and then, fearing being deceived, unable to trust anyone! How pathetic is this?
Orsola Aquinas felt only despair in her heart at this moment; in comparison, the physical pain seemed so insignificant.
If she could, she would even rather be beaten to death here, considering it atonement for the mistakes she had made.
However, Sister Orsola knew very well that she would not be executed before a formal trial—because the doctrine stipulated that one could not harm one's own brethren.
Therefore, a trial must first be held to strip her of her religious status, and only then could she be put to death.
Her future was already destined, filled only with misery and greater misery, without hope or light.
It was not that the merciful Lord abandoned saving her, but that she repeatedly gave up opportunities to be saved…
Can it only be said that she “deserved it”?
Orsola Aquinas’s reactions gradually weakened.
After stomping on her twice and finding no movement, Agnese stepped back half a pace, somewhat disappointed, and then prodded her head with her thick sole.
“Tsk, already out of it? You had the guts to betray, but not the corresponding strength.”
Indeed, Sister Agnese could punish a “traitor,” but she could not actually kill her.
Therefore, they chose the simplest form of physical punishment and did not use more lethal magic or other means.
“Alright, tie her up and guard her strictly,” Sister Agnese picked up her Lotus Staff and casually ordered, “Those people won’t give up. Before we leave this country, we must be vigilant against their foolish attempts to break her out.”
“Don’t worry, Lady Agnese,” the nuns below said, not particularly concerned, “They’ve tried before, haven’t they? And weren’t they repelled by us? In terms of strength, they are no match for us!”
Because of their large numbers and the immense scale of their team, the Agnese Forces were destined not to be able to act discreetly in a foreign land.
Their whereabouts and the location of this “Orsola Church” were not secrets; the “enemy” side was well aware of them.
And this was also within the Agnese Forces’ expectations. Just as the nun just said—what if the “enemy” attacked? In the end, their side was still stronger.
“Do not be careless!” As captain, Sister Agnese still maintained basic rationality and restraint, and did not become complacent, “Do not relax your vigilance until the reinforcements arrive.”
She snorted coldly: “Those hypocritical fellows will definitely keep trying. When they do, show no mercy and crush them with full force!”
As a devout believer, Sister Agnese’s loyalty was recognized even within the Christian Church; otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to lead an entire combat nun squad at such a young age, and the bishop would not have entrusted such an important task to her.
As the leader was, so were her subordinates; the nuns below were naturally fervent believers.
And they were also “warmongers”; they did not fear battle but rather reveled in it.
After being dismissed for rest, the well-trained combat nuns naturally and consciously formed groups, taking turns resting, and not forgetting to send out personnel for external vigilance and reconnaissance.
Because of the existence of “magic,” their team, which had no modern equipment whatsoever, actually possessed an astonishingly wide alert range.
Everything active within a three-kilometer radius centered on their church was under the nuns’ surveillance; if it was a person or object with magical fluctuations, this detection range could extend to ten kilometers!
Because of this, the Amakusa-style Cross Rosicrucian and Stiyl could only regroup and discuss countermeasures ten kilometers away at this time.
They had previously clashed with the Agnese Forces, and the result… was predictable.
Although the opponents were all young girls, they were ultimately a “force,” in other words, they could be regarded as a military unit; even if all members of the Amakusa-style were elites, encountering an army in the wilderness meant the chances of victory were bound to be low.
As for Stiyl… in the wilderness, and while on the move, his trump card, the Witch Hunt King, could not be deployed, so one could not have too high expectations for his combat power.
The two who had been fighting fiercely in the hotel not long ago could now only squat in the bushes, looking at each other. For a moment, Stiyl and Itsuwa both saw “helplessness” and “frustration” in each other’s eyes.
“Tsk,” finally, Itsuwa broke the silence, “By the way, does that young man named Kamijou Touma know Our location?”
“Of course not…” Stiyl said as a matter of course, “Besides, why should he know?”
“Didn’t he go back to get reinforcements?” Itsuwa looked over in surprise, “If he doesn’t know Our location, how will we meet up later?”
“Oh, that was just an excuse to send him back,” Stiyl waved his hand, giving him a look that said, “You didn’t actually believe that, did you?”
“That guy’s an amateur,” Stiyl explained, “He’s a student from Academy City and basically has nothing to do with Our Christian Church.”
