Chapter 891 (1/2)

Chapter 891: The Cloister’s Bitterness

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“I’m not the pope, Supreme Pontiff was—” Isabella had the urge to refute, but was stopped by Agatha as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“The task at hand is more important. I don’t think His Majesty will mind.”

These words seemed irrelevant however Isabella quickly understood what Agatha meant. She knew that this form of deception was a simple solution however these sorts of methods are often seen as a red flag for liege lords that valued power.

Isabella decided as she recalled all the things she seen in Neverwinter and quickly swallowed her disbelief. Instead, she asked, “What do you mean needing us to help you? Where are the Judgement Warriors and priests?

“They all fled!”

“Not exactly, some were recalled to the Holy City!” Another nun refuted.

“We committed crimes. We even killed the priests…”

“That’s not her fault!”

“We have no food, no clothes… and we haven’t received supplies throughout the past two months. Are we abandoned?”

“Nonsense! Don’t you see Her Holiness here?”

The nuns and orphans started to bicker and shout among themselves.

“Quiet! I only need one voice,” Isabella shouted impatiently. Her eyes moved over the crowd and then she pointed at a nun who seemed to be their leader, saying, “You first. Arise and tell me.”

“Yes, Your Holiness.” The nun respectfully pressed her forehead on the ground before laboriously struggling onto her feet. “It’s been over a month since we received news from Hermes…”

It took Isabella around an hour to get an overall understanding of what had happened here.

After the battle of Coldwind Ridge, each day the amount of the supplies the cloister received steadily declined. At first, portions of food decreased, and then delivery times were slashed. Times were hard yet order was maintained, largely thanks to the secure management the three cloisters had adopted and limited information they received from the outside world reducing panic. The priests and Judgement Warriors stationed here encouraged the orphans and nuns to pray more and be strong to get through the hard times claiming that the hard times were almost over.

However, such a time never came.

What the nun had said about church’s final order to transfer all the Judgement Warriors and priests back to Hermes was six weeks ago.

The nuns did not exactly know what the order was at the time however they remembered how desperate those believers were. Those who were left behind, looked as if they lost their souls as they left the Great Hall.

Since then, the cloister destabilized.

The institution had vacant positions which would be replaced automatically by lower ranking subordinates. These positions offered the remaining believers the rights to proclaim themselves as the new priests. However they abandoned all the duties and responsibilities a priest had to uphold. Neither did they follow the discipline of saving resources set up by their predecessors. Instead, they wantonly squandered the meagre rations left and even deducted portions that would’ve gone to the orphans.

It was only when the nuns went to the new priests and bargained for food did they know of monstrous news that the Hermes Cathedral collapsed.