Chương 331: Serafie, she's not human!

Thranduil's takeover of the Imperial Church of Light proceeded very smoothly.

However, the Serandil who arrived this time was very different from the Serafil of the past.

First of all, Thranduil has a much stronger background, with a powerful backer that's like someone who's drunk a potent potion, making him rise up like a pillar supporting the sky.

Furthermore, she carries with her an all-around female servant group that can provide support in political affairs, combat, and daily life.

In contrast, Serafie's arrival in the capital was quite shabby.

The bishops immediately recognized Thranduil as a powerful figure and went to great lengths to curry favor with him.

In just two days, Thranduil was moved into the cathedral and a luxurious estate was thoughtfully provided for him.

If they weren't so unsure of the saintess's tastes, they would have at least sent a few handsome men and beautiful women to the luxurious manor for Thranduil's entertainment and pleasure, fulfilling their duty as hosts.

Oh no, right, now "Her Highness Saint Thranduil" is the host.

He is everyone's boss.

……

Inside the saint's office at this moment.

Thranduil sat upright on the gilded office sofa.

This white elf saintess, who looks like a little girl, even has a posture in the office that is as standard as an illustration in an etiquette textbook.

Opposite to Thranduil.

Sophia, the current archbishop of the Royal Capital branch of the church, a mature woman, greeted everyone before taking her seat on the single sofa.

Since Serafie's defection, Archbishop Sophia has once again become the highest-ranking official of the Church of Light branch in the capital.

Therefore, she was the first bishop to be called in for a talk today.

"Your Highness Thranduil, is there anything I can do for you?"

The mature female bishop adopted a humble posture, though she felt slightly uneasy.

She probably guessed Thranduil's intentions.

Today, all the powerful bishops of the capital have gathered in the cathedral to be questioned by Thranduil one by one.

This is most likely related to the apostasy of the former saintess of Seraphim.

As expected, Thranduil spoke up after Archbishop Sophia asked him.

"Bishop Sophia, don't be nervous. Today I'm just asking you some questions about the apostate Serafi."

Thranduil paused briefly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the maid "Moon" standing to his right.

The moon holds a peculiar crystal ball in its hands, engraved with the unique emblem of the God of Light.

After Sophia took her seat, she began to emit a faint golden glow.

Upon observing this phenomenon, Yue responded with an affirmative look.

This is a tool for testing whether a target can provide faith to the God of Light. If the patterns on it light up, it proves that the current Archbishop Sophia has not apostasydredged.

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Thranduil's smile became noticeably more genuine.

This sudden change left Bishop Sophia, who was on the other side, somewhat bewildered.

However, Thranduil certainly wouldn't explain to Sophia, but instead spoke directly.

"Bishop Sophia, I believe you are still a devout believer in the God of Light."

"But after all, Serafie controlled the capital branch for nearly a year, and there are some things I need to investigate thoroughly. Do you understand?"

"Of course, it is my duty to cooperate with Your Highness. Even if you want to know what color my underwear is, I will tell you."

Sophia, a seasoned veteran of the capital, vaguely sensed that she had passed the test and couldn't help but reveal a bright smile.

Perhaps because she had just enjoyed the full range of services offered by Roland's Pink Harbor a few days ago, her thoughts were still slightly risqué, and her words inevitably seemed a bit frivolous.

She realized her mistake as soon as she spoke, and just as she was about to remedy the situation, she found Thranduil nodding in full approval.

"Bishop Sophia, I have felt your loyalty."

Now it was Sofia's turn to look embarrassed.

"I apologize, Your Highness, my description just now was a bit frivolous."

"Really? Isn't that normal?"

Thranduil frowned in confusion.

"I've heard that the Empire has a relatively open atmosphere. As your leader, I will be tolerant and respectful of your customs. Please relax and speak freely."

Sofia felt a pang of unease.

Now, he can no longer bring himself to say that he has developed a habit of flirting because of his relationships with succubi.

What kind of ridiculous misunderstanding has been made of the aristocratic culture of our empire...?

Thranduil paid no heed to Sophia's inner turmoil, clapped his hands, and made a crisp snapping sound.

"Alright, Bishop Sophia."

She lowered her hand and stared intently at Sophia as she asked.

"Next, give a general description of your opinion of Serafie and her behavior after taking over the branch. Don't try to hide anything."

"OK."

Sofia nodded.

When the topic turned to the defector Serafie, her expression became lively, as if she were waiting for a wise ruler to express his feelings.

"Your Highness Thranduil, you have no idea."

"After that Serafie took over the capital, we had a really tough time. My brothers and sisters all trembled in fear under her iron fist."

Sofia tried hard to recall the days when Serafie had just arrived and before Roland had led everyone to get rich. For a moment, she was overcome with emotion and managed to squeeze out a few tears.

Tears blurred her pale golden eyes, making her look misty and unfocused, like a pitiful little deer that had been bullied.

Thranduil was startled by Sophia's expression and pressed for an answer with great interest.

"What happened to that traitor? Did she hit you?"

"yes!"

Sofia began to complain, feeling wronged.

"Serafi not only beat people, but also forced us to pay our own way to work."

"Today we're giving relief to the poor, tomorrow we're offering free medical treatment, the day after tomorrow we're cracking down on gangs... they even take our church's black gloves used for handling dirty work."

"By the way, she also forbade us from participating in the gray industry, saying that as clergy, we should make money openly and honestly."

"These days, how many legal businesses make money? Our church doesn't have much influence in the empire, so where would we get any good businesses? It would be even more difficult for us to become operators."

Seemingly recalling how her savings had been almost completely emptied, Sofia's voice even trembled with a hint of tears.

"Your Highness, Serafie isn't human!"

"My brothers and sisters aren't saints; everyone eats steak, drinks red wine, and smokes Imperial cigars."

"With what she's done, we'll all have to take out loans to keep the church running."

"Waaaaah..."

Thranduil was stunned. It was the maid Moon who quickly stepped forward, took out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of her maid outfit, and handed it to Sophia's palm.

"Bishop Sophia, please wipe your tears."

"Oh, thank you, beautiful fairy lady."

Sofia sniffled, her large, full breasts stopped heaving violently, and her acting gradually subsided.

As she wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, she secretly glanced at the mature-looking elf maid, and her eyes lit up slightly.

Oh my, what a beautiful young lady, it's just that her chest isn't quite what you'd expect.

However, both of them were white elves, and their small breasts were a racial characteristic, which gave them a unique charm.

Thranduil did not notice this look.

At this moment, the white elf loli was still immersed in Sophia's accusations, looking at Sophia's clothes and accessories with suspicion.

Handcrafted magical dresses, dazzling protective necklaces, pearl earrings, and even dragon claw shield rings...

This doesn't look like "taking out a loan to work" at all.

"Bishop Sophia, you're not being honest."

Thranduil sighed, his eyes narrowing with a hostile expression.

"According to my intelligence, since the rise of the Roland Group, the financial situation of the church branch has improved significantly."

"You must have worked with Sister Roland Kane quite a bit, right?"

She rested her elbows on the table, clasped her hands under her nose, and exuded a serious and imposing aura that made Sofia shiver.

Thranduil noticed Sophia's unease and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Very good, it seems that you, Bishop Sophia, know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Next, let's talk about Roland Kane."

The atmosphere in the office changed abruptly after these words were spoken.

Sofia's face turned pale.

She finally understood.

Thranduil wasn't there for Serafie at all.

She came for Miss Roland!