<h4>Chapter 174</h4>


    Teresa remained unconscious until noon. When the nundy opened her eyes, what greeted her face was not the god’s portrait on her ceiling. Instead, it was an owl.


    Teresa crooked her head slightly in confusion. The owl copied Teresa and crooked its head too. After spending three seconds to remember what urredst night, Teresa sat up from her bed uneasily. Her movement startled the owl by her bed and caused it to fly up to the beam.


    Where is this?


    Feeling slightly dizzy, Teresa looked around. ording to her memories, Cheryl was seriously injured and captured by the inquisition leader. She herself was also captured by an inquisitor.


    But, her surroundings, this room filled with books, does not resemble a ce of torture and interrogation...


    “Teresa, you’re finally awake. I thought you’re going to continue sleeping for the entire day.”


    Cheryl walked over to Teresa’s bed. She was carrying bread and fruit she had just purchased from Nond’s market.


    “The priest from the Heresy Tribunal forgave us?”


    Teresa simply cannot believe that they could’ve survived with what they encountered yesterday. Because of that, she could only think of it as the priest showing mercy upon them and forgiving their mistake...


    “The inquisitors aren’t the nuns of the orphanage. Once we’re captured by them, if we’re able to die quickly and without suffering, it’ll be them showing mercy upon us.”


    Cheryl took out a bottled milk and bread from her grocery bag and ced it beside Teresa’s bed.


    As a veteran inquisitor, she knew how cruel the Heresy Tribunal was in their interrogation and killing of their prisoners. For traitors like them, it would only be worse.


    “Teresa, we’ve managed to escape! From now on, you no longer have to be trapped in that dark basement all day long. You will be able to move freely ording to your own desires.”


    “Escaped?”


    Teresa looked around the surroundings again. The owls on the beams were letting out ‘hoo hoo’ sounds. They seemed to be greeting the tower’s new resident.


    Teresa was feeling bewildered by her surroundings. It was simply too unfamiliar to her.


    She has lived her entire life in the church. Even after bing an inquisitor, the only thing she does every day was to consecrate herself to God.


    She would pray in the morning, pray at noon and read some ancient books and other works of literature at night to pass time.


    That was the size of Teresa’s world. The church located in the Holy City was her entire world.


    Even though she yearned for the outside world, she was bewildered and at a loss as to how to react when she really managed to escape to the outside world... She didn’t know what to do... or what she could do.


    “I’ve purchased the authority to use the magicwork from Weissenasche Theater. Crush apart this originium crystal with your hand and you’ll be able to y that dwarf on a mission to rescue a princess game anytime and anywhere.”


    Cheryl noticed the perplexion in her friend’s eyes and ced a pebble-like originium crystal on her hand.


    That originium crystal was not firm at all. One could easily crush it with a slight bit of strength. The crushed originium crystal transformed into specks of white light that assimted into Teresa’s body.


    The desktop interface for the magicwork appeared before her eyes.


    With Cheryl’s help, Teresa soonpleted her registration. Her nickname was ‘Teresa Nun.’


    “Cheryl, are they all reading your diary?”


    Teresa did not enter the Game Special District to begin the adventure of the dwarf uncle’s princess rescue right away. The reason for that was because her attention was caught by the ‘Diary of an Inquisitor’ on the Mage Forum’s home page.


    “Of course. Last night, it was these... readers, that’s how you address them... they were the ones that came to help us and rescued us from those inquisitors pusing us. To repay them, I’ve been writing my journey entry the entire day.”


    Cheryl has considered the ‘Diary of an Inquisitor’ to be something worthy for her to be proud of.


    Having just gained ess to the magicwork, Teresa began to carefully skim over the post Cheryl made.


    It was her first time realizing that books could actually be recorded in such a manner. Furthermore, while reading the ‘book,’ she could share her thoughts with the other readers at anytime and anywhere.


    As Teresa was someone who has always been reading to pass time while she was in the church, she immediately grew fond of this new form of reading.


    “What’d you think? Are you going to write a book in the Motionless Library too? It’ll definitely be well-received by a lot of people.”


    Incited by Cheryl, the nundy nodded her head. Thus, Cheryl began to instruct her on how to use the Mage Forum.


    Teresa tapped open the Motionless Library sub-forum and created a new post. But, once she started pondering about what to write, she was stuck.


    As she pondered, Teresa found her suitcase among a small pile of books beside her bed.


    “Wait a bit.”


    Teresa got out of the bed and opened her suitcase. Not long after, she found an aged notebook from the canons-filled suitcase.


    “Teresa, are you also nning to write a diary?” asked Cheryl.


    “Not a diary...”


    Teresa opened the notebook’s first page. Clumsily, she began to type at the virtual keyboard. Soon, a title that caused Cheryl unease appeared on the forum.


    ‘The Piper Tucker and the Lost Elven Youth’


    Judging from the title, it was obviously a fictional story created by Teresa. Furthermore, judging from how thick the notebook was, she has fictionalized that story for quite some time.


    It would appear that apart from praying and reading, Teresa would also find time to write stuff she was fond of.


    “Let me have a look.”


    Cheryl kept feeling that there was something fishy with the title. She picked up Teresa’s notebook and skimmed through it.


    She only read a little bit before beingpletely shaken even though she was an olddy over ny years old.


    “The stories recorded in this notebook are sacred writings presented to me by God!”


    Using her special way, Teresa unted to Cheryl her work’s excellence.


    ‘So the God of Holy Light is actually such a person.’ Even though that was what Cheryl was thinking, she didn’t say it out loud. She slowly ced Teresa’s notebook back by the bed.


    “Mhmm, it’s an excellent story indeed. It will definitely be very well-received.”


    Cheryl said those words against her conscience.


    Encouraged by Cheryl, the nundy posted her first story on the Mage Forum’s Motionless Library sub-forum.


    Feeling uneasy, Teresa started waiting. Several minutester, the first reply appeared under her post.


    ‘A very interesting book.’ Replied by: Faye


    “Someone’s reading it... Faye. That name sounds familiar.”


    After reading the first reader’s reply, Teresa’s uneasy mood was immediately reced with happiness and excitement. But, she kept feeling like the name Faye was familiar.


    She opened the Mage Forum’s Game Special District. Soon, she found the post in the sub-forum with the greatest amount of replies.


    ‘How to let the dwarf with the red hat survive till the end.’ Poster: Faye


    Back then, Teresa only managed to sessfully beat the first level after reading that post.


    “Do you know her?”


    Teresa shook her head at Cheryl’s question. As Teresa has never left the Holy Church, she had no idea who Faye was.


    “But, she must be a very kindhearted person,” Teresa spoke with a tone of absolute certainty.