Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 109: The New Court of Inquisition

After dealing with Gregory, he started to consider Eleanor's problem. This was the real difficulty. The nun sent by the Holy See was a bit like an imperial envoy. To be honest, he was reluctant to kill this person, but if it really came to the last resort... Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

When he summons Elinor again, it is not in the dungeon but in the council chamber, with Arya and Amira also present.

When Eleanor is brought in, her first glance is at Amira.

"You are a true witch, the embodiment of evil."

Amira sneered:

"Evil? You're talking about yourself, right? Do you want to see what you did in Rickburg?"

"If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!"

“Stop making excuses. You were the one who called the witch hunters here, and you were the one who killed the people.” Amira said, spreading her hands and turning to look at Carl. “See, you can’t reason with the people of the Vatican. They are all sane.”

"I don't intend to kill you, but that doesn't mean your crimes can be forgiven. I need you to atone for your sins."

"Atonement? What do you want me to do?" Eleanor looked up at Carl, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

"Go tell the Vatican that the witch of Rickburg has been perfectly resolved." Carl said.

"You want me to lie to the Vatican?" Eleanor's eyes widened.

"I want you to give your people peace," Carl replied.

"But the witch is right here, and you want to betray the church and turn away from your faith?"

"So you plan to continue and let more people die? Is this the Lord of Light's intention?" Carl asked.

"I..." Eleanor was speechless when asked this question. After thinking for a while, she finally said, "Please give me some time. I need to seek answers from the Lord."

"What?" Carl looked at Eleanor in surprise, but saw that the nun had a firm expression and did not give in.

In the church of Rickburg, Eleanor knelt in front of the altar, the candlelight dimly illuminating her face. She clasped her hands together, her eyes devout and confused. She kept reciting hymns silently, praising the great history of the Lord of Light.

Outside the church, Carl and the other two stood there bored, waiting for the nun's decision.

"What is this? They should just use torture directly." Amira complained with her hands spread out.

"People like her would be hard to surrender even under torture," Carl replied.

“What is this now? Asking the Lord? Do you really expect statues to speak?” Amira adds, her face full of disdain for faith.

As a time traveler, Carl naturally does not believe in things like God. Rather than asking the Lord, it is better to say that Eleanor herself needs some time to think.

"Give her some time," he said.

"So is she a prisoner or a master?" Arya said.

"He's both a prisoner and a master." Carl said with a helpless smile.

Inside the church, prayers continued.

"Lord of Light," Eleanor prayed softly, "please show me the way forward, please tell me what choice to make."

In front of her, the majestic statue of the God of Light Tarrant stood quietly, and no matter what kind of prayers the nun made, there would be no response. She knew all this, the Lord would listen, but would not respond, because the Lord had already established the laws of the world, the laws were perfect, and people only needed to strictly abide by them.

This was what the church had taught her for years, and she took it as faith.

When she came to Rickburg, she had hoped to show her skills, but the Lord Carl denied one of her judgments on the first day. It was not because she was narrow-minded, but denying her was equivalent to denying the Lord's law, which was blasphemy and betrayal. What's more, he secretly hid a witch! It was because of these reasons that she used the Inquisition, and finally it became the current situation...

What should she do now? She was wrong and she really needed to repent, but she couldn't compromise on the witch's matter! But if she continued to fight, she would most likely be killed. What should she do? Maybe she could pretend to cooperate first, and then find an opportunity to write a secret letter to the Vatican...

She prayed and thought in her heart. Suddenly, she felt her palms getting hotter and hotter, and finally she even felt a little hot. She opened her eyes in surprise, but saw a dazzling lightning flashing from her palms, and white lightning dancing on her fingertips.

"What is this?" This strange sight made Eleanor panic. She jumped up suddenly, fell to the ground, and the lightning went out.

It was that witch, she was teasing her! She stood up quickly and looked around, trying to find any clues.

No, it wasn't her. After calming down, she finally regained her sanity. She didn't need to do this. But if it wasn't a witch, then what was it just now? Suddenly a bold idea came to her mind, and then she shook her head desperately, trying to get rid of that idea.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, the Lord will not respond to mortals, this is what the church has always taught. Not only that, she joined the church when she was 8 years old, and it has been 14 years now. In these 14 years, praying to the Lord every day has become her daily routine. In these 14 years, no matter when, she has never received a response. She has long been accustomed to it and even takes it for granted. But why is it like this now? What was that lightning just now? She looked at everything in horror, her mind in chaos and confusion.

The church was silent. An unknown amount of time had passed before Carl was about to doze off out of boredom. At that moment, the church door opened.

Eleanor came out, nodded, and whispered, "Lord Karl, I have decided. I will follow your instructions and write a letter to the Holy See."

In the dark dungeon, Eleanor's cell had tables, chairs, and candles. The candlelight flickered, and the nun was holding a pen and writing on a piece of parchment. According to Carl's request, she described a non-existent witch hunt in the letter, in which they found the witch and killed her, but the chief judge Gregory unfortunately died in the battle. All the details had been drawn up before, and now she was more like copying. At the end of the letter, she wrote:

This is the whole process of the Rickburg witch incident. During the whole incident, we suffered a lot, but fortunately everything is over. Lord Carl took the brunt of it. Under his leadership, we were able to eliminate the witch. It turned out that he was a qualified lord and an excellent believer.

Then she put down her pen and breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly she thought of something and picked up the pen again. After hesitating for a long time, she finally wrote:

Regarding Judge Gregory, I hesitated again and again, but finally decided to confess. He did not die heroically in battle. On the contrary, he betrayed his faith and betrayed us.

During the witch hunt, he abused his power and conducted countless unfair trials, resulting in the cruel loss of countless innocent lives. The townspeople lived in extreme fear under his intimidation, and countless families were broken up. His behavior far exceeded the code of conduct that a clergyman should have, and depravity and corruption filled the entire court.

Our Inquisition has completely fallen. They use the name of God and the witch hunt to make money. They oppress the people and kill innocent people, but when the real witch appears, they become cowards. They not only blaspheme the faith, but also damage the prestige of the church in the local area. If they continue, the consequences will be disastrous.

After finishing writing everything, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, then slumped weakly in the chair.

It was a week later when she received the reply. That day, Eleanor was called to Carl's office again, and she saw a letter sealed with golden wax on the table.

"A reply from the Vatican." Carl said as he pushed the letter in front of the nun.

"You didn't look first?" The nun looked puzzled.

"This is a letter for you," Carl said, and then added, "Since you have decided to cooperate with me, I will give you at least some respect."

Eleanor took the letter cautiously, opened it carefully and read it under Carl's gaze.

Then the corners of her brows began to relax gradually.

"What's in the letter?" Karl asked with interest.

"I was named regional bishop," Eleanor replied.

"That's great! Congratulations, Bishop Eleanor."

"And..." She then continued hesitating.

"What?" Seeing her expression, Karl also became alert unconsciously.

"The Church wants me to take charge, to take over and rectify the Northern Inquisition."

"Let you take over?" Carl showed a surprised expression.

But I saw Eleanor nodded seriously.

Then she added:

"They also seem to be dissatisfied with people like Inquisitor Gregory. The Pope hopes that in the future, all inquisitions in various places will be directly taken over by members of the Holy See... starting with the North."

Is this considered a workplace reorganization? Carl smiled. It was beyond his expectation that Eleanor would take over the Northern Tribunal.

"Well... and according to the instructions from above, they want to move the headquarters of the Northern Inquisition to Rickburg..." Eleanor said again, with an inquiring tone.

"Sure~" Carl suddenly laughed, "Since the Tribunal will be managed by you in the future, it should naturally be in Rickburg."

“Thank you, sir.” Seeing that Karl did not object, Eleanor smiled with relief, “Then if there is nothing else, please allow me to leave.”

She was about to leave, but was stopped by Karl again:

"Wait, regarding the appointment of the new chief judge, do you have any candidate?"

"Ah?" Eleanor looked puzzled, "Not yet."

Of course not. She had just received the letter, how could there be any?

"Yeah." Carl nodded, "I do have a good candidate, I hope you will consider it."

When Carl said that name, Eleanor's eyes almost popped out.

Next to the Rickburg Cathedral, a relatively independent building was vacated and became the headquarters of the Northern Inquisition.

A few days later, dozens of witch hunters led by several priests poured into the city and entered the newly established headquarters. These were all the remaining members of the Northern Inquisition after Gregory's team was wiped out.

Everyone gathered in the hall, waiting for Bishop Eleanor's speech.

Eleanor was wearing a white robe and a nun's headdress, with a mitre on her head. She stood there, holding a scepter, full of majesty:

"My fellow judges, I think you all know what happened to Judge Gregory. He betrayed his faith and corrupted the court. In the end, he got what he deserved. The court needs a new life. In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the court, we need a new judge. She must have a righteous heart, wisdom and courage!"

She cleared her throat and shouted:

"Next, let us welcome the new chief judge of the Tribunal: Ms. Amira!"

Amidst enthusiastic applause, the sorceress Amira, wearing a nun's robe, took the badge of the Chief Inquisitor from Eleanor.