If physical pain alone could break a Battle Sister of firm will and pure faith, Lu Jia would never have been able to hold out for three grueling months on Hiniya World, facing the siege of four Slaughter Demons alone and fighting to the very last without falling.
But.
The accusations and suspicions from the Inquisition and her most revered Nun Superior—charge after charge of treason and heresy—were like salt rubbed in a wound, plunging her soul into an icy abyss and driving her deep into despair.
Lu Jia didn't understand what she had done wrong.
'She didn't understand. Shouldn't the return of that powerful Emperor's Angel be a cause for celebration? Why were they demanding she fabricate groundless charges, pinning the crimes of heresy and treason on him?'
'And even Lady Eleonor was...'
Lu Jia's head was bowed, her filthy white hair hanging in front of her eyes and obscuring her vision.
