CHAPTER 4: FORGIVENESS

"Terina, right?"

"...."

She gives me a silent response. I heard a story about her saying that she was a slut at her younger age. Chasing beautiful men and having sex with them each day. But in the end, her method made her insane. Love and lust are her obsessions. She ended up killing her husband and making her daughter a murderer. I pity her. Believing everything can go according to plan. Such a shame.

"Any last words?"

"...she…"

"Ha?"

".....dead…."

'What the heck is she saying?'

"Haaa geez."

I took off my cloak and put on my robe. My robe was kind of embarrassing to wear in front of people. The design was freaking show-off skin. I remember the day that the Higher Priests and Mother Speakers scolded me seriously and made me kneel for the entire day without eating or drinking water. They were so harsh. My robe is cool, and they don't have style in life. Fashion is missing from them.

"Sigh. In the name of..."

"Wait."

"Hmm?"

"Can…...I…...c-confess?"

'Well, it's not wrong to confess. Since this is her last moment, I let her do what she wants this time.'

"Carry on."

"...."

"...."

'Another silent response. What is she thinking? This is so irritating. Also, I feel that Demina is glaring at me right now because this process is taking so much longer than it was. It's nearly dawn right now.'

"Grena….."

"Ha?"

"She is….."

"What?"

She lifted her head a bit and looked at me. I was surprised. She is crying. I don't have the slightest idea why she is crying, but I think she regrets everything. Guilty to feel about the things that she has done.

"Grena. She is dead."

"....Ha?"

"I'm sorry. Forgive me."

"Fuck!"

Her soul is disappearing inside the body of Grena. I was confused that she died in the possession state. Unless she did an exchange deal. A deal only a devil can perform is that life is in line. If that's the case, then I understand the cost that they paid.

"God, I knew the things that happened. I never thought it would end like this. Please allow me to pray for their souls."

Praying for their souls is the only thing that I can do for them. The rest is up to my trusted secretary.

After praying, the dark aura was slowly disappearing, and the atmosphere was getting in good shape. I can't let her be killed like this, so Demina, my trusty assistant, will do the rest of the work. As I go out of the house, the circles are clearing out, yet the foul smell is still intact because of the rotting corpses.

"Priestess Nera."

"My work inside was done but not finished."

"What do you mean?"

"Both of them need to be cleansed, Demina. It's your turn."

"Me?"

"Who else can do it?"

"You, of course."

"But I'm so tired, and it was exhausting going to the past time dimension, you know."

'You know, Demina, the past time journey that I have had was a bit difficult to handle in my head. Please spare me, huhuhu.'

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Go for it, Sister Demina! Woohoo!"

"After this, do all the chores in the church. Okay?"

'She's smiling, haha. But that was the demon's smile. Huhuhuhuhu, God help me!'

"Mother Avegil."

"Yes?"

"Will everything be alright?"

"Oohh…."

After Terina left Grena's body,. I confirmed that she was truly dead. This means this is an exchange soul. The exchange of souls can occur if the body that the soul will enter has great power. The power that the soul wanted to feel inside the body. I can't return her to her body. My power is not enough. Though a miracle blessing only happens once, I dreamed of a sign. Sign that God, let me see.

I walked towards Grena's aunt and told her everything. She was shocked and cried a lot. I comforted her and embraced her. I'm so ashamed of myself. I'm so weak, and I don't know a thing about me. But I only knew about the events happening in our world. I'm pathetic.

"I'll start now."

"Yeah, go ahead."

'She always has a grumpy attitude. That's why she's a scary person.'

"Ahm...Mother Avegil?"

"Yes?"

"What is Sister Demina doing?"

"Cleansing."

"Cleansing?"

"Cleansing is the way of ensuring the soul's figure and meaning of its living. Many souls have their shapes and stories. Cleaning their souls is the only ticket for them to stay in the Enthermytia, a place where souls live for a moment, and when they are ready to go to their perspective place, the Guardians will guide them to their path, either heaven or hell."

"How about purification? Are they not the same?"

"No, they're not. Purification is the way of cleaning the soul and the body. Our body has two sides: good and bad. Whether we do good things, bad circumstances may happen, and when we do bad things, good circumstances may happen. That is the target of purification. Only to cleanse the body of the soul's intake.

"Now I know. Mother Nera, you're smart about God's existence and works."

"It was nothing, haha."

This knowledge was not mine, but his. He only gave me his knowledge to prove his worth and presence to the people. For them to believe and have faith in him. He said that he is the creator, that I am his servant, and that I am special. But why do I feel empty and stupid to live like this?

"Let there be light, My Lord. I am your true believer, a carrier of your words, a servant to your church, and a helper of your people. Oh, My Lord, give me the grace that I need—the core of light that can fill their heads and cleanse their minds through their souls. Aeresi."

Normal people can't see the light that surrounds Demina, but in her case, she can see it. This means that she has the full potential of hope and faith to believe in God. The light-like strings wrap around the graves of Grena, Moresa, and Terina, and then they glow, mixing in the rays of dawn. And that's how they move to their next destination.

As we finished the work, we went straight to the church to do the remaining chores, and I'm feeling great about doing them as soon as possible.

"Priestess Nera, I will not repeat myself for your designated chores, understood?"

"Alright, Demina. So bossy."

"What?"

At that moment, Demina was going to smack me with her fist, but luckily Mr. McFreston came. He is the mailman at our place.

"Mother Nera."

"Mr. Mcfreston."

"A letter arrived, and it was addressed to you."