Cursed Armor

Dark and empty dungeon, Witcher sits in a corner and stares.

I wonder when these days will end.

I don't know, did those two make it to Ruin?

On the seventh day after being recaptured by the Church, every day was a day of various tests, questioning statements, and the unexpected simplicity of prison life.

"He didn't put up any resistance and was cooperative in completing our tests."

The cleric reported to the archbishop.

"Legendary level defense, the same level of magic resistance, amazing divine power, that Witcher is a humanoid war demon statue now, it's already certain that he's the Sequencer who completed the Titan Ritual, and combined with the Mythic Order props of the Extinguishing Light trait, it's not the Holy Orders that are to blame for losing the escape from St. Fenian's Church thing because it's an opponent that we've never envisioned an opponent..."

The Archbishop could not deny leaning on his golden scepter.

"Any inquiries as to the provenance of the extinguishing light prop?"

The Magus shook his head, "The other party flatly insisted that that item was found with the Witcher Legacy, and we've confirmed over and over again that he might not be lying about this."

"Did the stuff get collected?"

The cleric still shook his head, "It says it was given to someone else, but we're guessing the item is still in the other party's possession."

"The Titan's body possesses the property of incorporating metal into the body, so apart from a low-grade skeleton wristguard, we didn't find any other valuable items, so I guess it's all hidden away."

The Archbishop's calm gaze sank in as he asked, "So have you found a way to open the turtle shell?"

"This incident is exactly what I wanted to report..."

The Magus lowered his head and said silently, "Her Highness intends to add another layer of armor to the other side..."

"That 4th order seal that has plagued Merlin's church for years, the Cursed Armor..."

"May I ask if we should stop Your Highness from doing this?"

The Archbishop mused for a moment, "Warn her to get a grip on the size of it and not make it backfire."

"Subordinate understands."

"By the way, is there a difference between their current Green Grass Trial recipe and the one we have documented?"

"There's a huge difference!"

The cleric looked up with a grave expression on his face.

"The cycle of the Poison Trial has been doubled, and Poison Immunity has been adjusted to Poison Resistance, which, in a nutshell, depresses the potential of the sequence and improves the success rate of the trial across the board!"

"This improved version of the ＜Green Grass Trial＞ was obtained after a lot of experimentation, we suspect... It's a certain power that's conducting the research!"

The Archbishop closed his eyes for a moment in contemplation.

"＜Green Grass Trial＞ besides changing the potential of the testers, the other core is to destroy the immune system of the testers by withstanding the toxins of various dark creatures before building new ones, producing special antibodies, and finally completing the ＜Darkness Harvest＞ ritual with the magic potion to end up with that kind of evil murderous intent that they all have trouble controlling, and if this core doesn't change, it's useless for those people to cultivate even more Witcher is useless."

"And the sequence was also a bottomless pit of material devouring, and in those days when Witcher was swarming, we almost got eaten up by the group. No matter how many evil strongholds we struck down, we couldn't collect any of the loot, because they divvied up the material themselves without waiting for us to get there, overbearing and shameless, so the Court of Deliberation had to demobilize that group."

Cleric: "I've heard that acolytes who could not be provided for died every day during that period."

At the top of the hundred-meter-high ladder, the archbishop and the clergyman began to remember those torturous years of external and internal suffering.

...

The next day, the cell door clanged open.

"Witcher, you're free to go!"

Eleazar in the corner looked up and subconsciously asked, "Where to?"

The warden, standing under the firelight of the corridor, cast a meaningful look.

"Get a new cage."

The tribunal, which was then brought to the ground, was read by the presiding officer:

"Witcher-Eleazar, you bred a witch, had a secret love affair with a warlock, and assisted and harbored the two to escape the trial, this act is a serious betrayal of the position of the camp you belong to, you are hereby reprimanded to wear the 4th ranked seal - the cursed armor of the Merlin family - and transferred to the first level of the task force for some time: unknown! This punishment is until you lift the curse of the Merlin family, and you have the right to appeal!"

Eleazar subconsciously looks at the black armor beside him.

Seal thing, the Church's specialty, that is by some even the holy light can not completely purify the cursed thing evolved from the transcendental characteristics of the condensed synthesis of some kind of rules of the thing, the effect and the negative role of the effect of a sea change, there is a great limitation on the use of the only in several specific occasions have a miraculous effect, so usually are generally sealed up, referred to as the seal thing, and the transcendental as from low to high is divided into five grades.

And this 4th rank seal next to it corresponds to the rank of Legend.

Eleazar can't sense anything dangerous about the armor, probably because he hasn't triggered the condition yet.

He lifted his head and looked up at the man above him.

"I demand to be told what this seal does and the negative effects!"

The Inquisitor said flatly, "This armor's defense is as high as it's rank, it also contains the property of extinguishing light, it may be superfluous protection for you, but it's primary purpose is to restrict your freedom, once worn, it can never be removed, and it also needs to be imbued with a large amount of holy light every day to enter a smooth state. Beyond 2 hours, the armor will begin to shrink in size, beyond 4 hours, the armor will begin to eat away at your flesh and blood, and after 5 hours, there is probably nothing more than a skeleton left inside the armor, so perhaps your titanic body can withstand this gnawing, why not give it a try?"

After hearing the introduction, Eleazar turns his head to look at the armor again.

No wonder it's so quiet now, it was fed before it was taken out.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "And what state is it in when no one is wearing it?"

The Inquisitor smiled meaningfully, "Looks like you've already made up your mind."

"When it was hungry, it would run out of the sealed vault on its own, hide in the corner of the chapel to participate in the prayers of the acolytes, and then after its thirst was satisfied it would turn back into a dead thing and stand motionless in the corner, and many of the little nuns were frightened by it."

With holy light as the driving energy, that looks, like a relic of a paladin, the reason for its formation is unknown, and the negative effects are acceptable.

As the other party said, this thing was exactly his new cage, wearing this armor that could not be taken off again, then he would have to report to the church every day from now on, which was the bottom line of the church's daring to transfer him into a level 1 contingent that could run around at will.

Eleazar nods slowly after a moment's thought.

"I accept the verdict!"

The Inquisitor gently tapped the hammer, "Release your spirituality, bind it to the cursed armor, and shoulder the lost honor of House Merlin in our presence."

The blackened, cursed armor, quickly fragmented into pieces was quickly pieced together on the screaming Witcher, embedding itself deep into flesh and blood like a branding iron.

Qishi watched the scene with dawn interest:

"It is said that one can only truly know oneself after one has been deprived of freedom."