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Gaia looked Beatrice straight in the eyes. "So, Your Holiness, do you have a way to treat yourself?"

Castel truly had no good treatment methods left.

Indeed, because they used quite a few Pollution-related projects here, they had a whole set of ways to deal with Pollution, but most of them were protective measures.

As long as proper protection was in place, one would not be eroded by Pollution.

There were methods to treat Pollution as well, but they were basically useless for someone as far gone as Beatrice. Put simply, what she needed now was not treatment, but a miracle.

Perhaps Theus himself could purify the Pollution in her body, but the main issue now was that her body could no longer hold on.

As the Pope, Beatrice had secretly taken control of the Mechanical Cathedral. She should know quite a bit about what was inside it.

Beatrice raised her head, spat out several mouthfuls of Pollution, and shook her head with difficulty.

"The Cathedral... can... treat—cough, cough—but it requires... cough... mechanical modification."

Gaia listened for quite a while with a frown before roughly understanding what she meant.

Whether it was treating injuries or dealing with Pollution, the Mechanical Cathedral's methods were simple and brutal—replace it.

Your body was injured? Replace it with sturdier steel.

Pollution in your body? Replace it with an uncontaminated mechanical body.

It had to be said, it was extremely efficient.

Whether it was the Candlelight Society or the Silent Temple, their ultimate solution to physical ailments was still to "repair" them. The Mechanical Cathedral simply skipped that step—just replace it with something new. New was better anyway.

It truly was a good method, but it was not suitable for Beatrice.

Beatrice was now like a ripe, swollen tomato. Forget surgery—even poking the tiniest hole