Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 554 - 110-Interrogation by the Thirteenth Acolyte

Seeing Isaac prepare to leave, Alan immediately rushed after him, grabbing the bishop's robe with a cold voice. "Are you really going to weasel your way out of this debt?"

Isaac glanced at him with clear disdain. "And who the hell are you? Matters between the Church and the Third Princess are none of your business."

Without hesitation, Alan raised his hand and clenched Isaac's jaw. His voice was low and furious. "Bad timing for you then—because I've decided to make it my business."

Before anyone could react, Alan's grip tightened. With a sickening rip, half of Isaac's lip was torn clean off!

The Third Princess froze.

Before she could process what was happening, Alan thrust his other hand into Isaac's mouth and yanked hard.

In the blink of an eye, a bloody tongue—fresh and twitching—was ripped straight from Isaac's throat.

For a moment, time itself seemed to come to a halt.

Isaac dropped to his knees, clutching his mouth with trembling hands as blood gushed from the open wound. His lips moved frantically, but no sound came—he could only stomp on the floor in panic like a mute madman.

Finally, he managed to gather enough mana to conjure a string of glowing letters in midair.

"You dare lay hands on a bishop of the Church?! Are the people of the Plantagenet Kingdom declaring war on the Church of Steam and Magic?!"

"…We're in trouble," muttered the Third Princess, her hand pressed against her forehead as her expression grew increasingly grim.

Still reeling from the pain, Isaac turned his bloodied, rage-filled gaze toward Alan. He snarled silently, conjuring a mana blade and hurling it directly at him.

Alan didn't even flinch.

With a casual wave of his hand, the mana blade—formed from concentrated water elements—instantly evaporated into mist and vanished.

Isaac froze.

He tried to summon another, but it was already too late.

Alan lunged forward, seized Isaac by the hair, and slammed his head into the ground with terrifying force.

Crack!

It was the sound of a watermelon being smashed open.

Red, white, and yellow fluids exploded outward, painting the room in a brutal splash of gore and stench. The very air reeked of fresh death.

Just as Alan was about to go further and completely destroy the corpse, the Third Princess suddenly rushed over and gripped his wrist tightly.

"Have you gone mad?!" she shouted. "Why did you kill him?!"

Alan wiped the blood from his cheek and said quietly, "The Church went too far. I didn't want you to suffer because of them."

The Third Princess clenched her teeth, visibly frustrated. "I was supposed to suffer. I was the one who trusted the wrong people in the first place. But you—! You just murdered a bishop of the Church without hesitation! Do you have any idea what this means?"

"They'll mark you as a criminal, hunt you across nations, chase you to the ends of the earth! Maybe you can fight off one or two pursuers, but ten? Twenty? A hundred? Eventually, they'll overwhelm you."

Alan remained silent, but the Third Princess then did something that caught him completely off guard.

She slowly knelt beside Isaac's corpse, pressed her palm into the pool of blood, and left two clear handprints on the ground.

"What… what are you doing?" Alan asked in confusion.

The Third Princess pulled out a handkerchief and calmly wiped her hand. "I'm clearing you of the crime. No one saw how he died. You only grabbed his hair—there won't be any fingerprints."

"Listen to me, Alan. Go back to Sirius Academy. Don't step outside until all this blows over."

With that, she brushed past him and headed toward the door.

Alan reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "What about you? Are you going to apologize to those Church bastards for me?"

She shrugged him off without turning back. "That's none of your concern."

Alan didn't follow her. He sat back in the chair, sighing with frustration.

"Why do I always end up clashing with the Church? Does their so-called god just have it out for me or something?"

…

"Hold it right there, Commander."

Moments after the Third Princess left her chambers, a middle-aged woman in Church robes appeared before her, flanked by several Church members. Their demeanor was anything but friendly.

The Third Princess gave her a cold glance, eyes landing on the insignia hanging from the woman's collar.

"So, the Thirteenth Acolyte of the Church. What do you want from me?"

The middle-aged woman didn't respond. She clutched the steam-cloud emblem at her chest and lowered her head as if in solemn prayer.

After a long silence, she opened her eyes and looked the Third Princess straight in the face.

"As an acolyte of the divine, I sensed the soul flame of Bishop Isaac fading… it's nearly extinguished."

"He's dead," said the Third Princess flatly. "I killed him. Got a problem with that?"

The woman hesitated, clearly startled by the blunt admission. Her expression darkened slightly.

"The Divine teaches that we are all born into this world with original sin… but even so, we do not have the right to pass judgment on the lives of others—"

"I don't care what your god says," the Third Princess snapped. "Judgment belongs to your deity. My job is simply to send them to meet Him. And since Bishop Isaac was your subordinate, shouldn't you share the blame for his actions?"

"Oh?"

The woman narrowed her eyes, sensing that Isaac's death might not be as simple as it appeared. "And what exactly did Bishop Isaac do to offend you, Commander?"

The Third Princess frowned. "You really want to know? Fine. When your Church's underground auction was held, I brought a rare artifact to sell."

"It was Isaac who oversaw the whole transaction. And what happened? Not only did he lose the item, but he even had the audacity to threaten me and refuse compensation!"

"I know your Church is powerful, but don't forget—you're currently stationed in my city."

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The woman's expression darkened further. She remained silent for a long time before finally asking:

"Before we escalate this into any… physical confrontations, let me ask you one thing: were you speaking just now as the Commander of Ironblood City… or as the Third Princess of the Plantagenet Kingdom?"

The Third Princess chuckled coldly.

"What do you think?"

The Acolyte's brows furrowed even more. "Regardless of whether you speak for the city or the crown, Bishop Isaac was a member of our Church. Attacking him is tantamount to declaring war on the Church of Steam and Magic."

With that, she stomped hard on the ground.

The stone pavement beneath her cracked and instantly disintegrated into fine dust.

The Third Princess placed one hand on her hip, her eyes brimming with disdain.

"And if that's how it is, then so be it. You think I'm scared? You may have numbers on your side, but don't forget—the Plantagenet Kingdom is no weakling."