The dreamlike beauty of a moment ago was shattered by cold reality.
Wails, screams, and muffled grunts as blades sank into flesh echoed across the grasslands beneath the morning Sun. Some of those voices were painfully young.
Lolisa even took several steps back, that icy expression returning to her face. William opened his mouth, but had no idea what to say.
Indeed, what could he say?
By all accepted standards, the Church purging "evil" Half-Orcs was perfectly normal. He had heard about it throughout his eighteen years of life. There was no reason to question it.
And yet he felt it was wrong.
In the distance, the Church's knights wore silver-white armor, almost every piece spotless, but showed no mercy. Even Half-Orc children were casually bludgeoned to death.
Blood, flesh, and bone could not even splatter onto them. Their holy shields blocked everything.
He did not know. Were Half-Orcs truly born sinful?
Were these knights laughing as they tortured Half-Orc children to death... truly righteous? Was this really right?
Instinctively, he looked at the little Blue Cat. Although he had met the kitten less than half a day ago, he had already begun to place his hopes and trust in it-as though there was nothing it could not do.
Under his gaze, the little Blue Cat looked helpless, then rummaged in its pocket and pulled out... a sword.
It was a sword shimmering with radiant colors. Its blade resembled steady sunlight, yet faintly shone with rainbow light and lightning. Its hilt was made of golden crystal, brimming with a holy aura.
The little Blue Cat struggled to hold up the sword and meowed several times toward the people in the distance. Miraculously, William understood what it meant-do what you want to do!
What I want to do...
*Kill the Church's