I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

I tied up the two people, who turned out to be church members, and pushed them into a corner. Then Verita used her divine power to heal the two men, who were seriously injured.

I was surprised twice. First, by her audacity—healing them after nearly killing them. Second, by the fact that a church member could wield divine power at all.

Of course, I was the only one who knew the second reason. Most of the heroes simply stared in shock at Verita, who had both inflicted and healed the wounds.

Verita completed the treatment, smiled, and even offered advice. "The treatment is over. But in your case, Sir Peron, I recommend revisiting the Seventy-Two Churches in the future. The eyeball is a complex organ. You might go blind, but that is also a trial from the gods. Please do not be discouraged."

Peron's lips twisted into a cold scoff. Bandages covered part of his eyes, but he glared at her with his exposed eye. Resentment and hatred surged like waves from that single remaining eye. His expression carried none of the noble bearing one would expect from a knight.

Verita, as always, seemed unfazed and entirely absorbed in her own rhythm.

The scholar stepped forward. "Hey, nun."

"Yes. Speak, Ms. Anna."

"What if they aren't church members?"

Verita tilted her head. "That is a strange question. Haven't they already confessed?"

Anna countered, "A confession...