This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 36: The Light of the Black-Robed Believers

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Light of the Black-Robed Believers

When Lette walked through the main entrance of the Judgement Court with his entourage, all the clergy he laid eyes on stood at attention.

The once familiar Knight Captain Kertes hurriedly arrived with his subordinates, bowing in salute.

"Greetings, Lord Lette, greetings, Lord Taylor!"

"Your Judgement Court is quite something..."

Lette shook the Holy Light Badge in his hand: "Even the Pope is disregarded? What’s the meaning of this, are you planning to act independently?"

"No, no, we... we were just..."

The Knight Captain was pale with fear, and the other Divine Officers were even more ashen-faced, nearly collapsing.

Flander looked at these once fierce Black robed believers, who made all heretics tremble with fear, and couldn’t quite wrap her head around their newfound timidity and pathetic state.

Emily, having encountered them a bit earlier, was already emotionally stable.

"Enough, I’m not here to interrogate today. As for Joanna’s matter, once she wakes up, she’ll settle accounts with you herself.

Tell Cardwen Archbishop not to bother coming, I’m just here to have a look around, see if I can find any new evidence.

By the way, I’d like to meet your Holy Light Young Master, Flawless Sword."

"Of course! My lord! I’ll lead the way for you, this way, please!"

Kertes eagerly took on the task of reception: "That Vampire Ancestor was imprisoned on the third underground floor. His cell hasn’t been moved and is well-protected.

Lord Adros is on the seventh underground floor...

Lord Lette, it’s great that you came to persuade him! The prisoner escape incident isn’t really Lord Adros’ fault.

But he keeps blaming himself and hasn’t come out in such a long time."

Lette dismissed it with a wave of his hand: "Maybe not, maybe I’m here to rub salt in his wounds, might even sprinkle some cumin."

The Knight Captain gave an awkward smile and fell silent, leading the group towards the Judgement Court’s most famous, the Black Iron Prison.

The structure of this prison is like an inverted iron tower, deeply buried underground. The deeper you go, the more vicious and sinful the prisoners.

Every level of the Black Iron Prison has been home to Lette, and he is even a frequent visitor to the deepest ninth level.

Even though the Knight Captain led the way, Lette could traverse these places with his eyes closed.

As he set foot on the third floor of the iron tower once more, the entire layer of cells suddenly became restless.

The imprisoned seemed to sense something, each one stopping what they were doing and obediently standing behind the bars.

Feet apart, hands behind their backs, bending at a thirty-degree angle with heads lowered.

Taylor, Lilith, and the Knight Captain all found this scene completely normal, but for Flander and Emily, witnessing it for the first time, it was quite shocking.

Especially Flander, who had been in the Holy City for just over two years, had already experienced the terror of the Judgement Court and the Black Iron Prison.

Yet those dreaded Black Iron inmates were now so submissive, even a bit well-behaved!

Flander really wanted to ask them, are you really those feral prisoners? Are you lawless criminals?

Lette had no time to cater to their astonishment and quickly approached a well-guarded cell.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, my lord."

Lette nodded slightly and then formed a rectangle with his index fingers and thumbs, channeling Holy Light.

A small rectangle of light flew out, instantly enlarging and scanning the entire cell.

"Tsk, all Arrays are intact, no vulnerabilities, no damage. It seems the vampire really blocked the detection of the Holy Light Array.

Without attribute clash, this is just an ordinary iron cage. An Ancestor-level Bloodline could sneeze and break it."

Lette smirked: "We need a tech update, can’t just rely on the Holy Light Array like before. Let’s renovate it!"

Taylor shook his head: "Boss, don’t even think about it, His Holiness the Pope won’t approve the funding."

"True... let’s wait for the Black robed Archbishop to come begging then."

Lette said, gesturing behind him: "Emily!"

With inspiration, Emily quickly entered the cell. After circling around, she walked out looking somewhat displeased.

"Yes."

"Much?"

"Very faint, very faint..."

"Is it still her?"

"Yes!"

"Thank you."

Staring at the empty cell, Lette was deep in thought.

The situation matched his suspicions, it was indeed the Blood Witch causing trouble. The target was clearly Joanne, who was also a witch.

The only question was, what was the ultimate goal of the enemy?

To seize the Witch Power?

This suicidal assault would not allow magic power recovery, even if Joanna was killed.

Or to massacre other witches?

That greatly underestimates the Holy Light Church. After all, Holy Light Divine Skill excels in healing, even resurrection.

Sending just one Ancestor-level Bloodline to assassinate an Apprentice Saintess in the Holy City, even inside the Pope Palace, was nearly impossible, and only served to alert the target.

Could Joanna’s "Witch’s Feast" truly be the Sleeping Beauty script from fairy tales?

Was the attack merely to put her into a deep slumber?

Would the madmen from the Tower of Truth actually read fairy tales? It’s utterly unrelated.

The assassination plan is riddled with oddities and illogical elements...

Lette murmured to himself: "We need to infiltrate the Dark Race within the Holy City to understand their purpose; maybe then we can deduce the assassination intent."

Without sufficient evidence, reasoning remains speculation. Closing the cell doors, Lette turned to head towards the stairs.

"Let’s go, let’s see Adros."

"Yes! This way, please!"

Although Lette’s conclusions were unknown, the Knight Captain clearly cared more about Saint Adros.

Since the formation of the Holy Light Church, the Black robed Holy Hall has rarely been popular. Those truly willing to train at the Judgement Court are few and far between.

More importantly!

Once a successor to the Pope, either the Saint or Saintess, was chosen, the other nine would lose their original status.

Then they would be allocated to the Church Court’s key institutions as the next generation of leaders.

Historically, it appears the Black robed Holy Hall consistently gets the least favorable individual from the nine.

So, it’s clear who would lead the Black robed Crowd’s future.

Everyone had lost hope, but Saint Adros stood up and expressed his desire to train at the Black robed Holy Hall.

At that moment, Adros was like a beacon for the Black robed believers, illuminating their future!

Although the Pope’s heir hasn’t been decided, Black robed Holy Hall members are at ease.

No matter who becomes Pope, as long as the future Black robed Archbishop isn’t that man, they are grateful.

This prompted the other institutions to desperately curry favor with the remaining Apprentice Saints and Saintnesses, starting an intense competition.

Ultimately, it took the Pope himself to stop the unhealthy trend.

But some gossip said that the Pope acted out of jealousy because nobody sent him gifts...

Whatever the case, Adros holds significant importance in the hearts of the Black robed Crowd. After all, a timely help is better than adornment.

They sincerely hope that Adros can regain his strength.

"My lord, we have arrived at the seventh floor."