But at this moment, Gray had completely cast aside the shepherdess from his mind. Who was she? Not familiar at all. His entire heart belonged to the Sister Dorothy before him.
From the first glance he caught of Sister Dorothy, he had fallen head over heels in love, even though he couldn't see Miss Nun's face behind the veil. Her graceful figure alone had already made his heart skip a beat. To be honest, with a body like that, the face no longer mattered—after all, one couldn't see faces in the dark of night.
However, as the son of an archbishop, Gray's status was also quite high, and there wasn't a type of woman he hadn't experienced before. There were those with good figures, but Sister Dorothy was truly different—she was special, indescribably so.
Even though her every move was modest and she never intentionally seduced anyone, there was an inexplicable charm about her, almost demonic in nature, that unconsciously drew one's gaze and made it impossible to look away.
In any case, Gray had decided; he must have that woman by any means necessary, even if it meant being ruthless. He would have his father come propose on his behalf as soon as he returned...
Emmm. No, that wouldn't do. He couldn't let his father see Miss Dorothy; she was his and his alone, and he couldn't let anyone else know.
At this moment, Gray's eyes were filled with greed, and his expression was bordering on deranged, with his mind nearly transforming into the image of Sister Dorothy, but he himself was utterly oblivious to his abnormality.
No, although his character was somewhat lacking, as a genuine witch hunter, he did have some skills. The Power of Holy Light within him had already noticed the abnormality, but he was willingly going mad for it.
Sister Dorothy, she was his everything; his life was for Miss Nun.
"Dorothy is also a name you can call? Are we familiar? Mr. Gray, you truly are impertinent. To make amends for your rudeness, commit suicide as an apology," she said casually, glancing at the witch hunter who had completely fallen for her charm, her eyes full of disdain.
After all, she was ready to reveal herself and disrupt the proceedings; there was really no need to act any longer.
She just wanted to see Gray's frustrated and infuriated expression after being rejected by her, then physically punch his head off with her own fist.
However, what surprised the homebody witch herself was that upon hearing her facetious remark, the witch hunter in front of her acted as if he had heard a divine oracle, like a zealot.
His face beamed with ecstasy and utter pride before he unsheathed his long sword from his waist and placed it against his neck, and then...
A perfectly good head fell off just like that, even murmuring in mid-air while not quite dead yet.
"Dorothy Nun... happy..."
Homebody Witch: "....."
Uh, what's going on here?
At first, she was a bit dazed, but then she remembered something and touched the veil on her face, feeling quite overwhelmed.
Damn it, this thing is completely useless.
The unexpected turn of events left everyone around stunned for a moment, only Father Adam sighed, then with a shake of his hand, the pages of the Holy Bible he always carried whirled about, scattering countless pages, and golden Holy Texts detached from the paper, forming a giant sword in his hand.
The sword's name, Judgment.
With a swing of the great sword, the witch hunter squad, still not recovered from the shock of Gray's sudden suicide, were all instantaneously turned into headless knights alongside their captain, Gray.
Then, pointing with his hand, chains made of numerous pages and Holy Texts suddenly formed and bound Demisha, who was just as dazed on a nearby cross, before pulling her to his side.
Next, with a stomp of his foot, the ground roared, and the entire church behind him rose from the ground, revealing a huge beast that had been hidden underground—a giant dragon bearing the church on its back.
Although it didn't appear to be a Pureblood True Dragon, given its size and the powerful Dragon's Might, it seemed to be a Sub-Dragon close to pureblood, of the kind that might metamorphose into a True Dragon in the future.
The Great Dragon roared, then spread its wings and soared into the sky.
And the utterly baffled Dorothy, being held in her father's hand, thought: "...."
Hisss... ah, wait, something's wrong with this script. Is this what you call an escape?
The homebody witch watched the rapidly receding ground below, then turned and looked at the priest beside her as if seeing him for the first time.
Uhh, my dad wasn't this fierce.
"I am your father, who else could I be, but if you insist, in the Holy City of the Church, I was known as His Excellency the Cardinal."
Adam looked at his daughter, still in a daze, and smiled gently.
But he wasn't handsome for more than three seconds; his face paled, he released Dorothy, and the chains that bound Denisha also snapped.
Adam clutched his head in agony, then quickly his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The homebody witch nodded.
Right, this makes sense now.
...The dragon-borne church flies away...