This Isn't an Erotic Game?

Chapter 19: You’re a Fake, Aren’t You?

Erpha made a surprised expression.

“Why… is such a person living in such a shabby apartment?”

“I told you, didn’t I? He had tremendous misfortune.”

Yorgen began to unfold the story with a sigh, “Several bad things happened at once, overlapping in a way that made you wonder how someone could be so unlucky. He was a distributor who moved various goods between the Kingdom of Tramata and the Arcal Empire, but one day while transporting elixir, the transport vehicle suddenly exploded.”

Erpha opened her mouth in disbelief.

“It suddenly exploded?”

“According to later re

They weren’t a famous order, nor did they have many believers, rather, they were said to have few believers because they carefully selected their followers, but there was a reason why they gained fame.

It was because they were the heresy inquisitors in charge of heresy interrogation in the Pantheon, an organization created by the 24 officially recognized orders in the empire working together.

“Indeed, no manifestation of holy power was confirmed. Miss Tudel,” a priest of the Silent Order said in a low voice.

At those words, the witch called Tudel burst into laughter, seemingly in a good mood for some reason.

“As expected. My intuition is good. Hey, Saint of Healing.”

She pushed her boot’s high heel between my legs and smiled eerily.

“You’re impersonating the saint of Goddess Lilia, aren’t you, fake?”