As the Church of Light's leading religious institution, it sounded so holy you'd expect it to be all about light and justice. Strangely enough, it wasn't hostile toward the Undead.
They believed death was an inevitable part of life, and that the Undead were simply another state of existence.
The Church didn't interfere with Undead who didn't harm other living beings.
They were pretty open-minded.
The Church even offered euthanasia services for the Undead.
Because of their immortality and fading senses, the Undead were particularly prone to severe depression.
And the more powerful an Undead was, the more likely it was to suffer from it.
The stronger and more intelligent they were, and the richer their emotions, the harder they found it to endure those long years of declining senses.
At the same time, they were so powerful that it wasn't easy for them to die, even if they wanted to.
That was when they needed the even more powerful Church to lend a hand.
So it was perfectly commonplace to see the Undead in a church devoted to the Holy Light.
When Bubu entered the church, the other worshippers, who were praying, weren't surprised at all. A deacon approached with a smile.
"May I ask if this lost Undead friend wishes to return to the quiet?"
Returning to the quiet was a euphemism for euthanasia for the Undead.
Of course, unlike caring for the mentally ill, this service wasn't free. The more powerful the target, the higher the fee.
The priest hadn't yet figured out what was going on with Bubu.
He had a vague feeling this might be a big deal, but he didn't dare assume.
"No," Jia Xiu hastily explained. "We made an appointment. We're students of Lecturer Margaret from Saint Delro Academy, here to experiment with