"Keuaaaaack!" The paladin, who had been dragged into a room and thrown onto the floor, shrieked in pain.

"First Judge Clonnie, I have brought the sinner."

"Thank you for your hard work," responded Clonnie, dressed in red armor.

She smiled benevolently before turning toward the statue of the goddess, placed on one side of the underground prison, and reciting a short prayer.

[Please forgive this sinner and allow him to atone for his sins...]

A suffocating silence draped over the area for a moment. The man who had overpowered the paladin looked at Clonnie with contempt. However, neither he nor the rest of the people inside the underground prison stopped her from what she was doing.

"Then... let's begin the trial."

A loud grating sound resonated through the area as Clonnie stood up and approached the captured paladin. She asked quietly, "Do you know why you have been brought here?"

"I have nothing to say to heretics who have gone against the teachings of the goddess."

"Oh, my. A heretic speaking about heresy to people who specialize in catching heretics," Clonnie said calmly, mercilessly slapping the paladin.

Slap!!!

“Kghhk!!!”

Clonnie O’Priscille was a teenage girl, but she possessed an unusual amount of power and strength for someone her age. Consequently, a single strike from her would certainly not be weak.

"I would rather you... kill me... than insult me like this!"

Clonnie simply grinned in response to the paladin’s pleas.

"Every life is considered precious. Purity is paramount, especially for those who repent and receive the mercy of the goddess," Clonnie spoke calmly, gathering power in her palms as she grabbed...