— But before I start questioning you, I'll treat your wounds. Healing isn't my strong suit, but it should be enough.
Inquisitor Raphael did not rush.
A faint light enveloped my body. After about five minutes, my injuries and fractures hadn't fully healed, but I felt significantly better.
— You can handle the rest yourself, Lord Viren. Now, let's get to the point.
The interrogation finally began.
Maybe I'd learn what kind of god that was.
— Why you are here does not concern me. I am only interested in the battle itself. Especially the nature of the divine blessing your opponent used.
Raphael got straight to the point.
— At first, the fight was even. I found an opportunity to wound him and planned to use that to wear him down.
I spoke calmly, recalling the details.
— After I injured him, he became enraged. I felt a strange force in his hand… then it spread throughout his body. I pulled back immediately.
I paused briefly.
— I assume what you want are the distinguishing traits of that divine power.
Raphael gave a slight nod.
— Then briefly:
1. The divine blessing had a blood-red color and a sinister aura.
2. Judging by the amount of energy, he was at the level of a novice or acolyte.
3. It significantly enhanced his physical capabilities.
4. It affected his mind.
I finished.
The inquisitor was silent for a moment, then nodded.
— You performed well, Lord Viren. Thank you for the report.
He did not ask any further questions.
— Inquisitor Raphael, were you able to identify which god he served?
— Yes. In life, he was known as the Blood Demon.
— The Blood Demon?..
— He was human. That was a name he gave himself. I won't go into the details of his mortal life, but he killed… a lot. So much that his intent gained a special property—he became stronger with each kill.
Another transmigrator?
Possibly.
— So Caldrik wasn't killing because he lost his mind, but to grow stronger?
— Correct. You have done both the Church and the Empire a service by eliminating a follower of the Blood Demon's cult. There are not many of them—most lose their minds quickly. But Caldrik… he was more restrained.
I frowned.
— Should I expect retaliation?
Raphael shook his head.
— No. The Church of the Blood Demon is more like a martial sect. Unless you directly involve yourself with them, there will be no significant consequences.
— Understood. Thank you.
I relaxed slightly.
I didn't need unnecessary trouble.
— You are free to go. The rest is no longer your concern.
— Understood. Thank you. Goodbye.
I finally left.
I only returned to the academy at around six in the morning on Sunday.
As soon as I got to my room, I lay down.
And immediately fell asleep.