The Trial

"So the warlock is planning to enslave you?"

In the brightly lit hall, the Inquisitor rested his hands on the table, hands scarred by years of battle.

"Yes, warlocks don't just kill their prey, they corrupt the souls of those who are valuable, pretending to be your closest until the mind is loose, then they either take complete control or craft them into superior soul crystals."

"Oh my God!" Some innocent nuns in the seating area of the onlookers let out a gasp of surprise.

The seasoned acolyte reassured them, "Demons always behave in such a disgusting manner!"

"Silence!"

The presiding judge struck the hammer.

"So Witcher, tell us, how exactly did the warlock corrupt you?"

...

"What's a witch?" In his wheelchair, the teenager flipped through his book in boredom.

"Just magical girls."

"But the book says that witches are evil women with black magic and that although they look beautiful, their true appearance is so frightening as to be sickening..."

"Kids don't read this pseudo-science!" The girl snatched the teenager's book and angrily tore it up.

"I never should have let you into my library."

"Nana, is there really magic in the world?"

"Yes, I am the magical girl!"

"But you don't look anything like..."

"Hmm?"

"Well, Nana, you're a magical girl..."

Only then did the girl regain her grip on the wheelchair and lead the teenager through the hospital's gardens to soak up the sunshine and fresh air.

A black cat with soft shiny fur came out of the bushes with a bento in its mouth, wagging its tail lazily.

"Alright, time to eat your nutritious meal."

"Cats... Cats deliver food?" The teenager froze.

"Isn't that something that's taken for granted for a magical girl?" The girl pushed her wheelchair over to the edge of a flower garden embraced with colorful blossoms, laid out a clean white cushion, and assisted the teenager to sit in it.

"Oh, well..."

The teenager froze and took his lunch, taking a small bite and frowning.

"Why are my nutritious meals always so bitter?"

"There is? It's a very normal flavor!"

"No, your corn kernels are sweet!"

"You can't eat me!"

...

"So the warlock indoctrinated you with all sorts of evil ideas at a very young age so that you could get used to her presence ahead of time?"

The presiding judge's hand flipped through the investigation report in his hand.

"When did you realize something was wrong?"

"When my father died."

"How did you know?"

"He had no remains, only a jar of blackened ashes that said he had perished in a fire, but I realized after I became a Transcendent that I was afraid that Lord Father had been made into a soul crystal by a warlock," Witcher said calmly.

"Well, it does run deep..."

The presiding judge went on to ask the question, "What caused you to begin the grassy trials?"

"Because of the serious illness of my body, warlocks have been eating away at my body with toxins since I was a child, leaving me with only this last hope."

...

"Nana, why don't you play the witch's game now?" On the bed, the reoccurring teenager hadn't been to school in days.

The already grown beauty glanced at the frail teenager.

"How old are you, why are you still so childish."

"But how great would it be if there was magic, maybe I'd be able to survive."

"Since when do you put your hopes in such vain things?"

"Because the doctor said ah, my body may not last much longer..."

"You'll be fine."

The girl fed the teenager a bowl of strong anesthetic.

"We're all trying to figure it out for you..."

After he fell into semi-consciousness, Xiao's father came in with three bottles of potions, connected the syringes, and started injecting the poison system.

The spiritually sealed room was then filled with the teenager's heart-rending screams that lasted for an entire month.

...

"It's incredible."

The Inquisitor raised his eyes, "You carried through the nine deaths of a toxic acclimatization."

"Because the beautiful dreams she wove for me were too tantalizing to resist at that point."

"And what if she appeared before your eyes now?"

"I would not hesitate to kill her!" Witcher said decisively.

The presiding judge gave him a deep look and spoke, "But I hear you are very much in love?"

"It was a fraud, a shameless lie, and I have been deluded!"

"She made my father into a soul crystal, I will never forgive her!!!"

The presiding judge slowly closed the report and glanced sideways at the bishop.

"OK, we'll give you a chance to prove it."

"It is up to you to execute her early tomorrow morning and show us your resolve, Ancient Inheritor-Witcher."

"I will never live up to my name!"

Witcher drops to one knee to take the glow.

The white floor tiles gleamed under his feet.

"But, that said, one thing may be coincidental."

The Inquisitor frowned, "Last fall, we laid a trap in one of the prisons to lure you out, but you didn't come in the end, that warlock got on the bus, perhaps sensing the trap, she landed lightning ahead of time destroying the prison, killing and injuring over a thousand of the inmates inside, those people were guilty but not guilty enough, her methods were truly cruel. "

Witcher's expression didn't change.

"Then she's damned."

...

At night, through the narrow, darkened passages, Eleazar finally meets the iron coffin that holds the warlock locked away, and which, as the executioner who will wield the butcher's knife tomorrow, he will personally escort to the execution chamber.

Crafted from magic-blocking gold, it prevents any spells from taking effect, with an airtight design.

Eleazar touched the silver-plated casing with his hand without speaking.

Slightly tired face, quietly gazing at the coffin, to outsiders it looked as if he was just remembering the past.

The acolyte stood behind him holding a torch.

"Witcher, aren't you going to rest?"

"No, the light up there is too bright, I look out of place, just get ready here."

"All right, you can talk to the warden on guard if you have any orders."

The fire behind them faded and the cell was plunged into darkness.

...

"Are you ready?"

Near dawn, the Bishop stood in the doorway and looked at Witcher, who had been sitting in the dungeon meditating all night.

"I was born for this."

"Very good."

The bishop's tone was inexplicable as he concluded with the admonition, "Don't let us down, a whole Inquisition has come to watch today."

He seems to know a little bit about what's going on but doesn't point it out, perhaps still holding out hope for this legendary sequence.

St. Finian's Cathedral was set up for a whole hour.

Next up is the much-anticipated Evil Verdict!

The Witcher, from an ancient heritage, will adjudicate evil with his own hands, symbolizing the triumph of light.

Heavy drums rose from the ends of heaven and earth.