Heretic

"Why are you stopping me?"

Kallen did not answer the missionary immediately. Tilting her head, she whispered to Han Jiang, "This is the Holy City, the holy city of the Schicksal Church. Publicly beating up a missionary would cause a huge uproar."

"We need to free the people here completely from the Schicksal Church's oppression, not provoke a conflict too early over one or two people."

Han Jiang was once again stunned by Kallen's way of thinking.

He knew this was a World Bubble, so he naturally intended to handle whatever he encountered with his own methods.

He had never expected Kallen not only to want to save the people before her, but to overthrow Schicksal at its root and awaken the people's consciousness.

"I'm talking to you! Do you even know what you're doing?" The missionary's wrist, tightly gripped by Kallen, had already turned red, and the pain was unbearable.

Kallen had held back. Otherwise, with her monstrous natural strength, she could have crushed the missionary's wrist outright.

Kallen flung the missionary's arm aside, forcing him back several steps, then stepped in front of the mother and daughter.

"You should be asking yourself that. What exactly are you trying to do?" Kallen demanded of the missionary. "As a Schicksal missionary, you're publicly abusing a mother and daughter in broad daylight. Is that what a missionary should do!?"

By issuing indulgence certificates, the Schicksal Church was telling everyone that although they were openly robbing them, they at least had a fig leaf. Even if that fig leaf was so small it was practically negligible, they still had an excuse.

The missionary glared viciously at Kallen, then sneered from the corner of his mouth.

"My dear knight, do you know the root cause of all this?" Rubbing his wrist, the missionary