Chapter 182

The news the informant brought threw House Asheln into an uproar.

"It's fabricated! A compass, of all things. It's a lie. To dare use God's name for something this grotesque!"

Ernst, normally the calmest and most composed among them, raised his voice in a fury that was completely unlike him.

Excommunicated or not, when it came to sheer devotion, he still yielded to no one.

He seemed to feel a deep sense of outrage that the Temple would fabricate such a shameless lie, defiling God's name, purely to serve its own greed.

His eyes, veins standing out fiercely, burned with a violent bloodlust, as though he might draw his sword at any moment.

"Calm down, Ernst."

Cain restrained him, his voice low and even.

Cain had already realized, on his own, that it was a vile fabrication.

The compass.

That holy relic that had existed in the timeline Melody originally…