Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 862 253: Executing God's Will, The Conflict Between the Church of Love and the God of Transformation (10K)_3

Even Lady Olivia, in the end, could not withstand such pain and chose to hide with Lance in Ingeland, letting time heal the wounds."

The scene fell silent, and for a moment, a deep look flashed in everyone's eyes.

After all, the terrible consequences of that incident years ago have never been fully addressed, even after so many years.

"That's enough, there's no need to dwell on the past. We should focus on the present and look forward to the future, that's what we should do for the next generation."

Caesar Governor's gaze was directed towards the distant horizon.

In that direction, beyond the mountains and across the plains, birds fly over the swamp. Further ahead, in that more distant place, is where their focus lies—

Gransham Territory.

"We will make it in time, this time she won't be late again."

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[Location: Northern Bell Federation · Gransham Territory]

Imre looked painfully at his father kneeling on one knee in front of the Crusader War Priest, offering his allegiance like a Knight, his eyes full of the light of freedom and relief.

Imre could not understand, trying hard to pull out the long spear that pierced through his abdomen.

With some recovery after treatment from Marquis Gransham, blood surged again from his body.

Marquis Gransham moved slightly, finally sighed, and said:

"War Bishop, give my foolish son a quick end."

"No, as parents, there's no fault in loving your child. It's simply because the lambs have been on this earth for far too long, and they often mistake the gifts of the divine as something customary.

But it doesn't matter… their journey is still long, and we have plenty of time to make it truly feel the divine's care, why kill a promising young man here?"

The War Priest chuckled, turned, and lifted his hand, casting a divine light on Imre.

But a blood-red curse power flared from Imre, instantly dispelling the War Priest's divine arts.

"Invaders… I haven't fallen to the point where I need your pity."

Imre's voice was filled with an indescribable sorrow, and on his face contorted from blood vomiting, there was a glimpse of a complex, inexplicable emotion.

"It's precisely because of such stubborn young ones that we constantly feel the world is still in motion and changing!"

The War Priest spoke softly, walked straight up to Imre, and easily gripped him by the head with his armored fingers, lifting his entire body.

Looking into the eyes of the young man filled with hatred, he sighed again, saying:

"So why refuse to believe in the true god? Clearly, our god is so loving and caring, granting us generations the power to move into the future.

Yet… why is it that such a simple truth you young people just can't understand?"

As the blood kept flowing from his abdomen, Imre's gaze never shifted towards the bishop in front of him, but remained locked in the direction of Marquis Gransham.

Imre, word by word, expressed his disbelief and unwillingness:

"Tell me, why? Why do this? Yibel taught us to stand, yet father you choose to kneel again?

Why? Tell me why?"

Silence was the response Imre received.

"To let you live, child, your Gransham Family is one cursed by the gods.

You have committed unforgivable sins, sins that cannot be repaid in a lifetime.

From that moment, every Family Head is born with original sin, requiring a great price to be paid to remove the curse entwined around you.

And the Gransham Territory is the outcome your father chose to atone for this original sin. Now, do you really want to betray the great price your father paid to preserve the Gransham bloodline?

Child, I give you one more chance to answer this question."

A mouthful of bloody phlegm spat directly at the War Priest Bishop's face, and yet he did not get angry, only a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes:

"I, who disturb your peace, indeed deserve to be spurned. But as long as the result is just, then let me bear this sin!

Tell me, child, what will you choose? Are you willing to listen to the teachings of my lord?"

"Listen to your BS!" Imre cursed angrily.

A fleeting hint of loss crossed the bishop's gaze, and he sighed softly, saying:

"This is indeed a regrettable outcome. However, Lord Gransham's sacrifice should be rewarded with forgiveness.

Just this once, it will not happen again. Be grateful; if not for your loving father, you would be dead now."

A radiant divine light gathered along his fingers into Imre's body, quickly healing the wounds that had pierced it.

It wasn't long before his body was more or less back to normal.

Just as he was about to say something more, a chilling coldness that cut to the bone activated his body's response.

He instinctively tried to say more but was suddenly blasted away by a shock wave.

When he regained his senses and looked closely, a Winged People chosen by the divine had at some point intercepted the War Priest in front of him.