SOULS: The seven

𝕮 𝖍 𝖆 𝖕 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗 𝐈𝐈𝐈

 

Alice
of

The East

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A person's pov
(side character)

I wiped the hall corridors timidly as I patted my dirty hands unto my sullied garment. My mind has lost count of the numbers despite putting in the hard work of cleaning it repeatedly. No matter the times, I would still be instructed to do it, without even having bread to fill in my belly.

Even the cows are treated better than this. I sigh. The halls was then filled with low voices. It was then that the novices had arrived. The newest vassals of the church. A human that can store in mana but cannot use it. My eyes gazed at them pitifully. Half of them will be gone by the time they have yet to settle in.

The moment they stepped into the muddy lands where this place stands, The barrier had already confined them inside this hellish place said to be adored by angels. No vassal is allowed to leave. I stare long and hard at the mark that has been branded to me when I first arrived six months ago.

I continue doing my work regardless of the situation. It would be best not to cause a disturbance and be sent for retribution. The girls beside me who've been here long enough are already well aware of this, but there are those who have not yet sinked it into their skulls.

"look over there.. It's eyes are of different colors." The girl cleaning the part behind me whispered. However, it did not escape the head maiden's ears.

"Impertinent! Have you not learned God's decree in speaking only when spoken to." She flared up.

We are servants. We do not dwell on anything other than our duties. That is the church's ruling. It's the lowest faction in the church's hierarchy, but the position does not cling to uncertain death as long as we follow the rules. I hung my head low to avoid being entangled in the situation, as well as having to see the girl be forcefully harmed by magic contracted by the branding casted on our flesh.

If the gods favor her, only her tongue would be severed and not her head.

As soon as the commotion died down, I finished my round and hid myself in the deep sewer, not even the other slaves come into. I gathered a vast amount of air into my lungs and tried to inject all the mana from the surface into me.

"คђ๔ย кєเא คк๔๏, ฬợקﻮรչ." The spell casually rolls over my tongue.

I could master mana back in my village when I was young, but my mana capacity was considerably low. My mother thought I could be sold to the church for my abilities, but they did not believe her and labeled me as incapable of being a vassal so I was restricted to being a servant.

I wince in pain as the the mark in my hand fumes into a horrible smell. I still couldn't get rid of the dark magic casted on me. I curse below my breathe as the bells in the tower clangs together. My heart almost escaped my body.

The divine judgment. In short, it is a death sentence for vassals.

I covered my burnt flesh and got ready to assemble in the chamber hall. Let's see who is the unfortunate one. She will be offered on the day of the ceremony as the chosen wife of god. As her mana is sucked dry, she must pass to the afterlife and there she will serve him.