While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly-Chapter 74: Hard to Predict

The Holy Shield Knight retreated because its Knight’s Shield Bash had been fully executed and it was now withdrawing.

Kakarim’s retreat, however, was forced—his body tingling from the impact, he had no choice but to step back.

Only after facing the Holy Shield Knight in battle did he realize this was no paper tiger. The power it wielded was on par with his own.

A Magic like this, sustained for such a long time, was practically defying the heavens!

Was the "luminous saint" really that invincible?

Damn it!

"Ashu, what are you doing?" Kakarim gritted his tingling hand and asked, "These Assassins have desecrated the Church’s sanctity and tried to kill you. Why are you protecting them? Could it be that this is all some self-directed act?"

As soon as he said this, the five branch Bishops loyal to Kakarim immediately echoed him.

"Self-directed? Ashu, what’s your true intention?"

"How sneaky. No wonder the young generation has managed to oust Midaldas!"

"You’re a master of deception—I question your faith! Are you truly loyal to the Divine Mother Goddess?"

"I demand a re-examination!"

Facing the crowd, Ashu replied, "Can you dogs stop barking? I’m handing these people over to Demon Huntress Nun for interrogation. We’ll soon find out who’s behind this."

The moment Demon Huntress Nun was mentioned, the crowd fell silent.

No one could challenge the Demon Huntress Nun’s authority—unless they could defeat her in combat.

"Geoffrey Bishop, I want to entrust you with escorting these ten to the door," Ashu said.

Geoffrey already had one restrained by chains, and with Ashu’s growing influence, he was more than willing to comply.

The matter had come to this point: anyone who tried to destroy evidence now would be directly responsible as the mastermind.

This crime was no joke.

Desecrating the Church’s sacredness was punishable by beheading—absolute death penalty.

Geoffrey led the remaining nine quietly toward the door while Ashu watched, waiting to see who would take the initiative.

"So, what? No one’s going to make a move? If you don’t act soon, when the interrogation results come out, it will be someone’s subordinate, someone’s relative, or someone’s family who dies. Hard to guess, isn’t it?" Ashu said. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The five branch Bishops fell silent.

They gradually began to realize what was happening.

They looked toward Kakarim, who took a deep breath. At this point, he could only hope that these Assassins would honor their code and not betray their employer.

Otherwise, his wife would be doomed to judgment.

As a Cardinal, he could only mediate—he might escape death, but not imprisonment or disgrace.

"Since Ashu Bishop insists on having Demon Huntress Nun conduct the interrogation, then we’ll leave them to her and continue," Kakarim said.

With a nervous heart, Kakarim began recounting some sacred rites, drawing lessons and theological meaning from the events.

This was the sermon for the occasion.

Ashu treated it as nothing more than boastful talk, feeling refreshed by the speech. If they weren’t enemies, he might have tossed Kakarim a coin as a reward.

After the sermon finished,

Ashu went to the Church’s entrance.

Under Demon Huntress Nun’s interrogation, the ten Assassins were battered and bruised—just one step away from being strapped onto the stake for execution.

"Did they confess?" Ashu asked.

Vivita shook her head and said, "No. They’re too weak. They passed out."

Seeing this, Kakarim’s heart swelled with joy.

But Ashu quickly ended his moment of happiness.

He raised his hand and cast Divine Grace repeatedly.

The powerful Healing effect instantly mended the wounds of the ten Assassins and brought them back to consciousness.

Anna watched Ashu’s skill in surprise. From the principle, it was Healing Arts.

But judging from the effect, it was many times stronger than normal Healing Arts.

"Ashu, when did you learn that?"

"Last night, while waiting for you to break through," Ashu lied. Then he turned to Kakarim and said, "I’ll have Demon Huntress Nun take these people away for further questioning. That should be fine, right?"

As he finished speaking, Demon Huntress Nun’s gray eyes also shifted to Kakarim.

Kakarim had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Before reviving his son, he could endure anything. The seven-day deadline was ticking away day by day, and during that time, he didn’t want anything to interfere with his progress.

The next day, before dawn.

The first light of dawn had yet to arrive.

Thirty fully armed Paladins drove a group of criminals, all covered head to toe in black burlap sacks, into "Kakase."

"Everyone, stay sharp! Our mission is almost complete. We cannot afford mistakes at this stage!" the Paladin captain ordered. His voice echoed from inside his helmet.

"Yes, sir!"

On the main street of "Kakase," the Paladins maintained formation, never letting their guard down.

Their task was to arrest Heretics at the border and deliver them to the location designated by Cardinal Kakarim.

Moreover, Cardinal Kakarim emphasized that no indiscriminate killings were allowed—they must be handed over to him for judgment.

At this moment, they were only one stretch of flat road inside the city away from completing their mission.

The prisoner cage vehicle swayed as it rolled along, packed with Cidi Devotees trapped inside, silent.

They weren’t quiet because their mouths were gagged; they endured in silence for the sake of their faith.

From the gates of "Kakase" to the laundry yard behind the Cathedral.

Dawn was approaching, the sky gradually turning a dull gray. The fully armed Paladins began unloading their cargo. They unlocked the prison cages, pulled out the chains, and threw the black burlap sacks onto the ground one by one.

These Heretics were all restrained by a special magic unique to the Paladins. They could neither move quickly nor use Magical Essence.

So even after falling to the ground, they lay stiff and motionless, not attempting to stand up.

The Paladins arranged each cultist neatly, positioning their heads all facing the feet of a certain person. Only then did they begin to untie the burlap sacks.

Under the faint gray sky, on the dark earth, a cultist with green curly hair looked upward.

He saw a figure cloaked in black.

Even with the cloak hiding the figure’s body, the presence emanating from this person could not be concealed. He was certain that this was a high-ranking clergy member.

"You’re the one who worships the evil god Cidi and calls yourself a Bishop?"

Hearing the question, Greenfur grinned crazily, putting on a wild expression.

"Want to join Cidi’s embrace, big shot?"

"No. I only want to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal? Want women? No matter what kind, the god Cidi can satisfy you."

"Listen. I don’t need women. I only need you to retrieve a soul for me from Hell," he continued. "If you succeed, I can grant you forgiveness. I will allow you to operate legally within a certain town’s boundaries."

Greenfur struggled, trying to stand. Ashu had already informed them of the whole situation through Sion’s message.

Therefore, he clearly knew that this big shot was none other than Cardinal Kakarim of "Kakase."

But now, he had to cooperate with Ashu to put on a show, dragging Kakarim completely into the abyss.

"Retrieve a soul, huh? Heh, how am I supposed to trust your promise?" Greenfur glanced at the surrounding Paladins and said, "A big shot from the Holy Cultivator Guild who won’t even reveal his identity? We’re not so easily convinced."

Hearing this, Kakarim hesitated for half a minute. Under Greenfur’s repeated insistence, he slowly removed his cloak.

In front of Greenfur, he declared, "I am the ruler of ’Kakase.’ What I say goes. I can allow you and your cult to operate openly, or I can make you and your cult vanish from this world. So don’t be frivolous in front of me. Now you have two choices: cooperate with me, or die."

Greenfur sensed the killing intent.

This Cardinal never lacked the will to kill Heretics. He only chose to cooperate with the cultists now because he was desperate to revive his son. Otherwise, he would have wiped out all the cultists present in one fell swoop.

Greenfur didn’t dare to be negligent and replied, "Of course I agree to cooperate. When it comes to retrieving souls from Hell, our sect has the qualifications. Compared to those insignificant groups outside, our success rate is much higher."

Hearing this, Kakarim was finally satisfied. He immediately signaled to a Paladin to dispel the magic binding Greenfur.

The Paladin walked over, knelt down, and pressed on Greenfur’s body. The binding force vanished instantly.

Greenfur felt the return of his strength and slowly stood up straight.

But before he could stretch his limbs, Kakarim demanded immediately, "Now. Start."

"Huh?"

"I said, start retrieving that soul right now." Kakarim’s tone was aggressive and pressing.

Although Greenfur was a Cidi Deacon, ranking among the top in power within the Cidi sect, he was still too weak in front of Kakarim.

Kakarim’s imposing presence almost crushed him to the ground.

He hurriedly said, "Please, if you want to retrieve someone’s soul, at least bring out their vessel. Otherwise, how am I supposed to know? How would the Cidi God know?"

Kakarim was momentarily stunned by this. The cultist he had found earlier hadn’t made such a demand; clearly, that was unprofessional.

This "Cidi Bishop" present now was obviously more authoritative.

He seemed to already envision the return of his son’s soul.

So, Kakarim’s gaze shifted to a Paladin, who immediately went off.

Not long after, the Paladin returned carrying the corpse of Kakayather.

"That’s him. Start." Kakarim was a bit impatient.

But the procedure was still not over. Greenfur nodded and, while touching Kakayather’s body, casually said, "His soul, huh? Fine. Now prepare nine living human sacrifices, and give me a place that’s free from your god’s influence. This place is saturated with your god’s divine power; I cannot perform the ritual here at all. Just standing here is already tormenting enough."