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Absolved Will Be the Saviors

Ludvig left, whether scared off by Amaris or did so on his own whim, but not before dropping one last infuriating remark. Mirielle could only let out an offended "Huh?!" before he's too far off for normal conversation, leaving her to fume by her lonesome.

"Ignore him." She turned to glare at the penitent on her side. "You definitely did not."

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After a short ride away, they finally reached the spot the peasant led them to. The stench hits Mirielle long before it came to view, and although that was enough for her mood to drop into the lowest today the actual sight of it was enough to drive her into unbridled rage.

"This... Sacrilege!" She yelled, almost spooking her own horse. The ex-inquisitor was quick to dismount, even Amaris temporarily forgotten as she briskly closed the distance to the macabre site. The ground already long since cooled, yet none of it seemed to match the chill that gripped her chest.

They were too late, and the congregation paid the price.

"...may the Creator safeguard your souls, in the journey beyond to His hallowed halls." She stopped before the closest corpse, kneeling into a prayer. Save for the initial outburst, Mirielle's outward reaction was rather muted as opposed to their team captain though it said nothing of the cold fury blazing within. "Rest now, brothers and sisters. This injustice will be righted. On this I swear."

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It didnt take long for a newcomer to join the little bubble that inadvertently formed between the ex-inquisitor and the penitent, Ludvig showing a frankly impressive feat of acrobatic by treating moving horse like it was flat ground. Apparently he'd been paying attention to their conversation, or at least enough that he could chip in.

With a rather concerning opinion. Why did it sounds like it was backed by experience?

"That... doesnt sounds feasible." She subconsciously glanced at Amaris, as if to gauge the latter's reaction. "Just like cancer, mister Ludvig, excising evil must be done thoroughly. Otherwise the scattered remnant will simply break apart and rebuild in different places." She ignored the jab about cursed robes. No one gets punished for fighting evil. At least, that's how it should be... bah, she shouldn't be doubting her Order in the first place. "Besides, evil contaminates. Those who light great pyres of blood come to love its warmth, and no other heat can chase away the chill. If the leader is guilty as a source of evil then the followers too are guilty of perpetuating it. When it comes the time for judgment, neither must be spared lest the smaller evil eventually grow into a greater one."

If there's any irony in her statement, Mirielle was seeing none of it.

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Well, there's the call for departure. Mirielle paused long enough for the penitent to catch up, lightly jogging back to where their horses remained cool as cucumber despite the gunshots. Eyebrows creased at the suggestion, of course a witch wouldn't bat an eye at wanton killing. It had to be dissuaded, to prevent further issues down the line.

"The righteous path is seldom an easy one." She proclaimed, gravel crunching under her confident gait. "Misguided and blind as they may be, they had their order as we had ours. We could either constantly butt heads at every turn or let the matter rest, the latter being much easier when they're alive."

Reaching the rest of the group, Mirielle would stop to briskly help whoever left on foot up their horse before mounting herself. She spared one last glance at the pathetic gaggle of soldiers in red stripes, all soundly beaten and wouldn't get up anytime soon. With one last shake of the head, the ex-inquisitor urged her horse forward to depart from the scene of scuffle. With some luck, this would be the end of it.

But if they insist on being a hindrance... Mirielle wouldn't take pleasure in it, but obstacles in the way of their holy purpose will be removed. One way or another.

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Mirielle had gritted her teeth and set off after the runner, only for Ludvig to appear before the fleeing soldier and cracked the man's head with another soldier's head with a resounding thump that made her wince. Slowing into a jog, she eventually halted next to the trio with a bit of concern over their well-being. Head injuries were no joke, while Ludvig... somehow still running around just fine with a bullet wound.

"Are you... alright?" Eyes flickering around, taking in the abrupt silence that ensued. Save for the officer still screaming profanities some distance away, but looked like the suppression was over. Her grim countenance eased to a more neutral profile, disliking how the entire debacle happened at all but acknowledgin the necessity of it. Reining her aura in, the ex-inquisitor gingerly returned the fist bump though again it looked like the injury wasn't even worth mentioning. Hardy man, this one. Unexpected from his look.

"It is no spell, it's the power of faith." Came the answer, completely serious. "Uh, did I burned you? It shouldn't happen. My bad?"

Hard to tell with how resistant to pain he was. Ludvig moved his hand and... she blinked slowly. The wound's gone. Huh, potent healing too. Good to have him around.

The two naturally drifted off, one to tend to the wounded musketeer while the other checked the other downed two. Looked like the soldiers' hard head saved them, not even a fracture. Probably concussed somewhat bad though, shouldn't move them yet.

"All in all, that went pretty well." Yellow eyes flickered to the lone sarkaz standing nearby, so carefree. Mirielle offered a nod. "I had it covered, but... ,good job. Watch over these two please."

With that, she start trundling back to where what must be the noisiest man in the region laid on the ground, spewing nonsense without the slightest hint of intelligence in his behavior. Her scowl returned yet again.

This could've went so much better.

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The divine armor scattered into a million motes of light, rapidly dissipating as it trailed away in Mirielle's wake like the tail of a comet. It had done its job, allowing her to close in to the marksmen unharmed, and between her aura and combat expertise... they're not getting another shot.

Even if the burning sensation was relatively muted on these misguided fools, the full-body searing pain should be crippling enough that most people could only drop and writhe. Should they still stand she'd aim to debilitate, steel gauntlet and greaves striking the hands and shins. Her sword was the distraction, flickering forward in seemingly fatal feint only to create gaps in their defenses.

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"So be it."

Mirielle charged, soft glimmer of gold materializing over her person, fully trusting her divine armor against any maneuver the poleaxe could bring. Letting Carmen and the rest to deal with the sergeant, she bypassed him in favor of running straight at the musketeers with sword drawn. Between the phantom heat that would soon take effect and her own formidable approach, better if they panic and try to shoot her than anyone else.

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Mirielle had almost thought that a supernatural phenomenon had befallen the entire territory and whisked everyone else away, what's with two entire weeks went by without meeting a single living person. She had expected to at least run into someone coming out, but nothing. Odd, just like that barkeep had said.

Thankfully it turned out to not being a completely deserted land after all, though the circumstances of the encounter could've been better. Urging her horse after Carmen, they soon ran into a small group of uniformed men surrounding a ragged sixth.

The former preparing to execute the latter.

Scowling at the sight, Mirielle dismounted and followed closely behind the captain who tried to talk to the men, not like he's making much headway - the fools had more bluster than sense, lots of good those muskets would do when outnumbered at this distance even if her companions were but mundane soldiers.

Her scowl deepened as Carmen's speech made little progress in front of the near-suicidal idiocy of the fools before her, bringing back to the little conversation they've had at their last rest stop. To think that it came to relevance so soon after meeting the locals...

"Indeed. We are not always afforded the chance to be kind. Try avoid unnecessary harm if you can, but do not hesitate to take action for both your own well-being and the mission itself."

And it looked like the time to take action was now. The hanging started, though by her experience such method wasn't immediately fatal. Enough time to subdue these fools and mount a rescue.

"The Order of The Golden Sun does not recognize your authority over this land." Mirielle stated, stepping past the captain as her burning aura flared. "We will be taking custody of that man. Stand aside, or be made to."

She hoped that this much was sufficient show of force. Best if she didn't have to expend the holy power to power through musket shots, though if necessary she wouldn't shy away from drastic measures. Would need to break some limbs for it though, just to ensure they didn't try again. Wouldn't that be such a shame?

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Mirielle's mind wandered into less wholesome stuff, the manifold cooking steps reminded her of her last job as an inquisitor. An entire village taken by insanity after landslide rendered them cut off for two years, with only a handful of crazed husks left in there. The state of the missing travellers when she and her team found them...

...well, let's just say she wasn't a fan of entering the kitchen for a while after that.

Past the morbid thought, her straying attention landed onto the subject of close monitoring for the past month. The penitent - no, she wouldn't be one for that much longer now, would she? It was difficult to imagine her as anything else, at least until the sarkaz started stumbling like a village maiden. A crack in the facade? It's so easy to see Amaris the witch, that Amaris the person was lost inbetween.

Mirielle clicked her tongue, shaking awake from her reverie. Tch, do not sympathize with the sinners. Doing so will only expose one's weakness. Her absence from the inquisition must've clouded her judgment.

...but Amaris would've absolved her sin soon, wouldn't she? Then she's just another person.

The arrival of the food saved Mirielle from the logic spiral, where the difficult thoughts sank into the background. Right, one step at a time. Future problem was something for future Mirielle to deal with. For now, breakfast. The sausage rolls actually looked like a serious contender for "the best sausage rolls in the east".

She saw the troublesome penitent's lips curling into a now familiar smirk followed by anothet tease. Mirielle, for her part, recalled the interesting shade of bashful red Amaris had turned just mere seconds earlier and immediately felt better.

So she simply returned a smirk of her own, saying nothing as she bit into her sausage rolls.

"Heh."

Yep, best sausage rolls in the east.

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Mirielle was halfway expecting another bout of impalement, but turns out with proper warning Amaris wasn't as stabby as before. But then her thought practically stopped at the sheer intensity of the emotion the quiet man suddenly displayed even if his choice of words were kinda sappy. Even when it was directed to probably the most questionable person in a dozen miles, there's something beautiful in loving someone regardless of their shortcomings...

No, wait. She should be concerned. And was that a jab at her?? Was he implying that Mirielle was the one hard to befriend?? The sheer audacity of this man.

Fuming but not wanting to ruin the mood, the ex-inquisitor tuned out the troublesome duo and switched her attention to the source of all her trouble today. As always, the frank straightforward attitude was putting her in the back foot. The simplicity in the inquiry was surprisingly thought-provoking, almost enough to forget that it easily put her in a tough spot earlier.

Almost.

"Well, Amanita dear." She coughed twice, buying time to rearrange her thoughts. A free hand idly twirled a lock of golden hair. "There are both wonders and horrors in life, and the line between the two are a lot blurrier than we'd expect. Take, for example, the drinks. Nothing wrong with indulging in alcohol from time to time. Drink too much every day though, and it is a gateway to violent and slothful behavior. Ruining both one's body and mind in equal measure."

Yes, that sounds perfectly reasonable. All that scripture-reading paid off.

The chatter continued, this time by the redhead noble. She's talking about... Mirielle was pretty sure it's about food, but she's completely lost somewhere around the second step. Was cooking really complicated? Her knowledge mostly extended to cleaning, cutting, and boil/grill/fry the ingredient with a bit of salt and spice sprinkled in. She smiled and nodded along anyway, but anyone paying close attention can see that her eyes already glazed over as her mind wandered into a distant place.

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'F-FRIENDSHIP?!"

Despite managing to keep a stoic front for the entire trip, it all crumbled at the end from a single plain sentence of the winer. Mirielle sputtered in indignant outrage at the seemingly random statement, made worse by how genuinely it was said. Just which part of their interactions looked like friendship?

The moment of shock was enough for the party to move along, filing into the quaint tavern that could've easily be mistaken for several hundred other similar pit stop all over Helvetia. Mirielle had to jog a bit to catch up, inwardly cursing at the missed opportunity to clarify the fact of the matter. Now that there's other people present, there's little chance to properly talk about it without compromising their relative anonymity.

A fuming Mirielle slipped into the seat next to the penitent, with an obvious gap inbetween if anyone's paying attention, chair angled so that she can keep Amaris in her peripheral vision. She flicked an errant strand of hair away from her eye, wondering if it's time for another trim, even as the bulk of her attention fell into the ongoing conversations.

"I'll have the sausage roll. And some water please, thank you."

An eyebrow rose at the sudden chatter from the witch. Surprisingly lacking barbs this time around. Mirielle remained quiet for a few seconds, mulling whether to keep the silent game, before deciding that she should at least remain civil in return. With a shrug her posture eased, leaning into the backrest instead of remaining straight as a flagpole.

"I shan't judge you over your choice of breakfast," The W word was at the tip of her tongue, but she switched it seamlessly enough. "Miss Amaris. But there is wisdom in avoiding overindulgence." Honestly, Mirielle herself could appreciate good meals. It's just she need to remain in perfect condition at all times, or at least until the mission was deemed over. There's potential danger both within and without after all.

And look, Amaris even took the initiative to mend the bridge with Ludvig (with a V). About three weeks late, but better late than never. Seeing the man mope like kicked puppy wasn't exactly pleasant so far. Heh, a murderous witch comforting a puppy. Wasn't that an image? Mirielle lightly chuckled at the thought.