Chapter 73: Olivia's Visit

"If the mastermind is Williams, he has already mastered the aberrant art eight years ago. What else does he need to research? The advanced level of aberrant art? Has he gone mad?"

"That's hard to say. What if he wants to mass-produce the wielders of aberrant art? You know, the requirements for the recipients are very strict, not just anyone can master it."

"Yes, it's also possible that he wants to release something from Holy Mountain."

"I feel that Williams knew all along that the true purpose of the Necro Cult was the aberrant art, but he deliberately kept it under wraps. What does that mean?"

"Williams even violated the 'Messianic Covenant' and openly used aberrant art within the city! What is he trying to do? A public provocation? Or a declaration of war?"

It's clear from this that Williams is very unpopular in this city.

Aside from those who remain silent, most are consciously or unconsciously pointing the finger at him.

It has to be said that Williams is indeed a suspicious figure, as he was the only one who returned alive from Holy Mountain, and even obtained the forbidden inheritance of the renegade king, stirring up a bloody storm within the Federal and Church systems as an usurper.

Since a certain incident, he has suffered serious injuries and returned to his hometown. Rather than saying he has retreated, it would be more accurate to say he has been exiled.

It's not impossible that he has thrown himself into heresy to take revenge on the world.

But with just a few words, he washed away the suspicion on him, "If I were the mastermind of the Necro Cult, this city would have been destroyed long ago, not this much trouble."

Charles' expression changed slightly, "What are you saying?"

Williams said indifferently, "Especially you, the fool. Do you think I would let you find a chance to investigate me? I want you to die, but you would have already died in some dark alley."

The many high-ranking officials fell silent.

The injured saint is still a saint.

With the violence that a saint possesses, if he wanted to go all out, this city would have to pay a very heavy price to stop him.

Moreover, with his intelligence, he doesn't even need to fight to the death.

"I don't mind if you direct your spear towards me."

Williams waved his hand, "Come whenever you want."

The High Priest coldly glanced at him, his eyes filled with a hint of disdain.

As if he feels regretful about Williams' current predicament.

But at this moment, Arthur played his trump card, "I have already applied to Celestia City, and Avalon City will enter the highest state of alert. Regarding the issues of Holy Mountain and the Necro Cult, Williams, the Arbiter, needs to cooperate with the investigation and provide detailed information and data on aberrant art."

Accompanied by the glittering golden crystal floating in the air, it seemed as if the eyes of the divine had opened, overlooking each of the high-ranking officials present, conveying the will of the divine.

The high-ranking officials stood up one by one, sensing the instructions transmitted by the Divine Intelligence.

—The highest responsible person of the Inquisition of Avalon City, Williams, is temporarily suspended from duty to undergo investigation and must provide information and data on aberrant art, cooperating to eliminate heresy and the anomalies of Holy Mountain.

"We will obey the divine decree!"

Faced with the instructions of the Divine Intelligence, the high-ranking officials all expressed their reverence.

Everyone had to admire the city lord, who had kept a low profile for many years, but now took such thunderous measures.

First, the suspension of Williams for investigation.

If Williams accepts, then the High Priest would lose a sharp sword in his hand.

After all, everyone knows that the High Priest had greatly appreciated this young man in the past.

Although the final result was not very good, the two still maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding.

Of course, given Williams' character, he would undoubtedly continue to investigate privately.

If he can find the results, it would be a good thing for everyone.

As for providing information and data on aberrant art...

The people thought about this, and their hearts started pounding.

However, Williams' response exceeded everyone's expectations.

"I can accept the suspension."

Williams directly threw his cigarette butt on the ground and turned his wheelchair around to leave.

"But as for the aberrant art, don't even think about it."

He responded to the Divine Intelligence in a manner that could be considered presumptuous, even disrespectful.

The high-ranking officials maintained their posture of reverence, greatly shaken.

Is this what they call a saint?

However, they suddenly realized that there was one person in the room who had not stood up to pay respects.

That person was the High Priest.

This high priest who served the divine beings had been in a meditative state the entire time, completely disregarding the orders handed down by Divine Intelligence and showing no signs of reverence whatsoever.

In the dead of night, the high priest returned to the attic of the sanctuary.

At the entrance, there were two senior priests on guard duty. As students of the high priest, their identities were also quite prestigious, and normally they would not be tasked with guarding the door, but these were extraordinary times, and there could be heretical attacks at any moment, so extra caution was required.

One of the senior priests was dozing off, his snores thunderous.

The other senior priest was rather polite, "Good evening, teacher."

The high priest didn't even bother to look at them.

None of her six students were normal people.

Her mood was already poor, and seeing them just made it worse.

Tonight the cold wind howled as she stood on the roof terrace of the attic, removing her jade mask.

Her stunningly beautiful face was revealed, with her black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

The view from here was excellent, allowing her to overlook the brightly lit city at night, which had become her regular place to handle official business, with reports already submitted by the nuns laid out on the stone table.

She casually flipped through the documents.

The analysis report on the underground relic explosion case.

The testimonies and autopsy reports provided by the Necro Cult members.

The investigation results on the Necro Cult's methods of proselytizing.

And the legends about the Holy Mountain obtained from the remnants of the Reborn Department.

Nothing particularly substantive.

Only the frontline report caught her eye, as the military's operations had been remarkably successful, with someone having cracked the immortalization of the aberrants, tipping the scales decisively in favor of humanity.

"Lisa?" The high priest saw this report and found it utterly absurd.

She would believe whoever was credited with cracking the immortalization.

But if it was Lisa... never mind.

However, she soon guessed who the real person was behind the immortalization breakthrough.

"No wonder they asked me to decipher that medical report. So the witch is in your hands after all. The remnants of the Reborn Department, the true inheritors of the Holy Mountain's secrets, it's no surprise they can compose the Reborn Song. It's just ironic that the witch coveted by the Necro Cult has fallen into the hands of a simpleton, becoming an assigned family member."

The high priest muttered to herself.

With Olivia's capabilities, she could naturally see the anomalies in that medical report.

Because it was not the kind of disease an ordinary person could contract.

Coupled with the appearance of the Reborn Song, she immediately associated it with the legendary witch.

It was not difficult to deduce that the real person who cracked the immortalization was Mike, not Lisa.

After all, Mike had paid close attention to that report, which was highly suspicious.

But she had no intention of exposing this and instead decided to go along with it and provide cover.

Of course, the high priest was also well aware of one thing.

Mike had entrusted that report to her because he trusted her.

To say it was complete trust might be an exaggeration.

Given Mike's unpleasant personality, it was most likely that he felt if even the people of the Sanctuary couldn't be trusted, he might as well just give up and surrender, do whatever he pleased.

"This little thing."

The high priest thought of the experience in the underground relic, a playful curve forming on her lips.

She took out the medical report again and casually tore it to shreds, throwing it into the fireplace.

"Domoic, come here."

She said indifferently.

Domoic walked over amidst the snoring, bowing deeply, "Teacher, please give your orders."

The high priest thought for a moment, then instructed, "Go to the Population and Resources Department, find the file of a person named Isabelle, ID number 78953, and completely erase all traces, replacing it with someone else's. Do it cleanly, don't let anyone discover it."

Domoic was puzzled but took out his tablet to query the information.

The Sanctuary had very high-level access, able to access the archives of any department without hindrance.

However, at that moment, Domoic discovered something, and said seriously, "Teacher, Isabelle's file was queried 36 times just tonight."

The high priest turned her back to him, narrowing her eyes.

How unlucky, a step too late.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something.

"Wake up your brother and have him come with me. We're going to the military."

The high priest turned around, her appearance transforming.

Her stunning beauty became somewhat ordinary.

As if she had become a simple, nondescript nun.

At this moment, the high priest had become Olivia once again.