A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

The entire street was closed for rectification that day.

I don't know who was behind this and reported Stephen's violation first. Now he has been taken away for investigation.

In the clean room, Herodias sat in front of little Isabella.

"You are very brave, braver than I thought... But I still have to say sorry to you first..."

"..."

"You probably can't stay here after you messed with that guy... Do you want to leave?"

"Your color is changing."

Isabella answered irrelevantly.

"You have said this many times. I am curious, what color am I in your eyes?"

"...sometimes pure white, sometimes pure black, sometimes...black and white..."

"...Then I am really an outlier..."

"Are you awake?"

"What is awakening?"

"Awakening means that you have the power to protect yourself."

"...How about this, I'll take you to see someone who might take you in."

......

"Herodias, I already know that. I'm sorry to trouble you."

In the room, the blond young man in plain clothes said with his back to Herodias.

"This matter is all my fault, and I am willing to take responsibility for it."

"There are strong calls from below for those responsible to be punished... If we want to confirm Bishop Stephen's violations and start the review process, we must..."

"I am willing to do anything."

"Well... I will try my best to help you, even though our strength is too weak now..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty... But this time I want to see Your Majesty for another matter..."

"Speak."

"There is a child who has just awakened and is a Paladin... He is gifted in distinguishing good from evil... If he can be accepted as your Majesty's confidant, it will surely be twice as effective with half the effort..."

"really?"

"The child is just outside the door. If Your Majesty..."

"Hurry, hurry, I have to see her right away."

......

"your name?"

"Isabella Menethil."

"Menethil... a noble from the previous dynasty?"

"Your color... is white... a little pale..."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know, but you are a good person..."

The blond young man glanced at Herodias, who nodded.

"So, Isabella Menethil, I have a question for you... Are you willing to swear to be a paladin serving only me?"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa said that Menethil is only loyal to the Holy Light... not to a certain person..."

"...Is that so...You are truly a rare believer...Well, let me ask you again, are you willing to fight for the Holy Light? For humanity? For justice and truth?"

"I'm still sorry... The goddess has already said the same thing to me, and I've sworn to her..."

"What? Goddess?"

The blond young man couldn't believe it. How long had it been since the goddess who represented holy light appeared?

If this girl in front of me is not lying...

Then she is undoubtedly God's chosen one.

......

From that day on, Isabella stood behind the young Pope. Although she had no official status, she was highly valued.

Herodias never appeared in her sight again, and the young pope would not mention her end...

But what we know is that Stephen confessed in prison, whether it was violations of regulations or involvement in the conspiracy to usurp power...

The young pope had secured his position and was able to gradually rectify the church's atmosphere, pushing the crumbling building back a little bit...

Time flies by year after year.

"Isabella, it's time for you to go out and gain some experience. I need you to show enough merits before I can confer the title of Paladin on you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Starting from the city of Rekel, young Isabella headed westward, passed through the Kingdom of Faga, participated in the sword fighting competitions there, and made a name for herself.

As an ordinary adventurer, she participated in the Battle of Holy Deer Valley and escaped unscathed.

She also once went alone into the northern part of the Kush Mountains and slew the legendary monster that lived there, the giant snake with a hundred heads.

She once encountered a magical combination of demons and angels in the desert and fought a fierce battle with them.

She also traveled across the southern countries like a mercenary, helping residents in various places to eliminate evil spirits free of charge.

All these......

When she looked back in the direction of Recker City and was about to embark on her journey home, her deeds had already spread across half of the continent... and she herself had become a king-level powerhouse.

She returned home loaded with honors, but what greeted her was not flowers and applause.

"You're back..."

The Pope lying on the sickbed has long lost his former heroic spirit.

"How many years? Twenty years...thirty years?"

"Twenty-eight years, Your Majesty..."

"It's so unfortunate. I thought I could live a few more years... but I didn't even make it to fifty..."

"Isabella... look at me now... what color am I?"

"Gray... Your Majesty..."

"Heh...it seems like I've finally become...an ordinary being...ahem!"

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Listen, Isabella, someone poisoned me... guess who? My wife... my most trusted wife... ha... ha..."

"I should have listened to your opinion earlier, but unfortunately I didn't ask..."

"Fortunately, you are back... You are back... I have entrusted the will to a few trustworthy people... Herodias... Do you still remember her? She will lead the Hand of Judgment and fully support you... You are the only one... The only one who firmly believes in the Holy Light... Only with you... can I safely pass on this position..."

"Isabella...I'm asking you one last time...whether you would like to..."

"willing......"

......

"haven't seen you for a long time."

At the funeral of the former Pope, a one-eyed old woman with prosthetic limbs standing in front of Isabella said with a smile.

"Long time no see, your color is stable now..."

"Really... It's good."

"Congratulations! You are now a Paladin above all others..."

"I do not like this."

"And I just hope that Your Majesty is not mistaken..."

Isabella looked at Herodias, whose complexion was gray and black.

"No, he might be mistaken..."

......

Everyone was discussing who this woman with a ribbon around her eyes was, how she had parachuted into the church's upper echelons, and why the first sentence in the late emperor's will was to appoint this person as the chief paladin.

But for this woman, the truth no longer matters.

Traveling year after year gave her new insights.

These eyes see too much, which may not be a good thing...

Can you judge good and evil based on color alone? Yes, but can you judge right and wrong?

It is a gift from heaven, but also a yoke...

Locked up the first half of Isabella's life.

From now on, she will only swing the sword for the "right".

"I long to be completely baptized by the Holy Light... until my body is worn away and my soul is yours."

Thus she spoke to her God.

......

It was an arduous battle.

Isabella tried her best but was finally defeated by that man. At that moment, she felt every inch of her skin trembling.

It was a visceral fear.

"Isabella Menethil... isn't that right? She has such great power at such a young age. She is an opponent worthy of respect."

The vampire woman did not humiliate the loser because of her victory.

"I lost."

"No, you win...you guys win."

The vampire woman looked at the battlefield in the distance.

"I heard that you can distinguish between good and evil? Why don't you take this opportunity to take a look at me?"

"I no longer rely on this thing..."

"Really? That proves it's not very useful, right?"

Maybe...

Human hearts can no longer be judged simply by good and evil...

The only thing I can't see through is myself...

This is the scariest thing in my opinion...

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