Broken Daily Life

“Eh…?”

Looking at the Archbishop already collapsed on the ground, Firefly’s mind went blank.

She had no idea what was happening.

But at this moment, she finally started to realize—the church tonight was full of wrongness, and an oppressive feeling was filling the entire cathedral.

It was as if something invisible was slowly devouring the church.

Firefly felt a sharp pain in her head, the same sensation she had felt when Su Mo was stabbed.

At the moment she saw the Archbishop collapse before her, a faint green aura once again began to rise from her body.

“…Ying…”

Then, a weak voice echoed from the empty, silent hall, pulling Firefly back to clarity.

She knew this voice all too well. Firefly quickly knelt beside the Archbishop, asking anxiously:

“Archbishop! What’s wrong with you? Why does the church feel so strange today?”

“…Run… as far… as you can…”

The Archbishop did not answer her question, but continued speaking weakly.

“…I was wrong… After I die… your seal will be undone… Before then… escape to somewhere he cannot find you…!”

The old man’s eyes began to turn dull. Firefly stared blankly at the Archbishop, who had lost all signs of life, unable to understand his last words.

But she knew the church was dangerous now, and she wasn’t someone to hesitate.

So the cliché scene—crying in grief over the Archbishop’s death and wasting time until she was captured—did not play out for Firefly.

She only reached out to close the Archbishop’s eyes, then stood back up.

Her own eyes were already blurred with tears.

Bowing slightly to the Archbishop’s body, Firefly turned to leave.

But just as she was about to step forward, the pitch-black hall suddenly lit up with lamps.

Her eyes, used to the darkness, forced her to raise her arm to block the glare.

When she adjusted to the light, she realized that a group of people had appeared in the hall, where there had been no one before.

They were none other than the other members of the church.

“Novice nun Ying! You dare assassinate the Archbishop while we were fighting the demons outside!”

At this, a man in a splendid priest’s robe stepped out from the crowd, pointing at Firefly with hatred in his eyes.

The others looked at Firefly in shock and disbelief.

“The Archbishop pitied you, so he took you into the church and nurtured you as the future Saint. But not only are you ungrateful—you even colluded with demons to attack the church, and then used the Archbishop’s trust to kill him!

You heartless traitor!”

“What!? The demons who attacked tonight were brought here by Firefly?”

“No way… Firefly has always been so kind, always passionate about spreading the faith…”

“Bishop, could this be a misunderstanding? Even if the Archbishop had no guard up, it’s impossible for Firefly to kill him!”

Even faced with such accusations, the other members did not blindly believe the Bishop’s words.

“What the eyes see is not always true”—this was something the Archbishop always taught them. So these words alone weren’t enough to convince them.

The Bishop only sneered coldly and said:

“You don’t know, do you? This was a secret the Archbishop only told us Bishops and demanded we keep.”

He raised his hand and pointed at Firefly, shouting:

“Why was your magic sealed?”

“Why, no matter how much training, could you never use holy magic?”

“Why did the Archbishop never tell you what happened before you lost your memory?”

A bad premonition filled Firefly’s heart.

She stared at the Bishop, who looked at her with hatred, and from his earlier words, she could already guess what he was about to say.

“Because your true identity… is a demon!”

As the Bishop’s words fell, the entire hall went silent.

“The story about magic disorder was a lie! The real reason your power was sealed was because if you ever used magic, your identity as a demon would be exposed!

We all strongly opposed your joining! It was only the Archbishop who insisted on keeping you, hoping you could change.

But not only did you not change—you led other demons to invade the church tonight, causing countless deaths.

You even killed the Archbishop who was always kind to you!

As expected, a demon will always be a demon—an ungrateful wolf that can never be tamed!”

Hearing the Bishop’s endless accusations, Firefly stood frozen.

“I’m… a demon?”

She had always aimed to become a Saint, working tirelessly every day as a devoted nun.

Even though she couldn’t use magic, she still did everything she could to do her duties well.

But now, it seemed none of that mattered—because no matter how hard she tried, the church would never make a demon into their Saint.

The green aura spread again from Firefly’s body, a presence that made everyone increasingly uneasy.

“So you finally show your true face?! Then let us purify you here and now!”

A book appeared in the Bishop’s hand. Seeing this, Firefly snapped back to reality.

She looked at the Archbishop lying on the ground, then at her companions watching her with conflicted expressions.

Her head shook instinctively, and she mumbled over and over:

“No… it wasn’t me… I didn’t do it… I’m not a demon…”

Step by step she backed away, until finally she turned and leapt out of a nearby open window.

“She’s trying to run! Spread the word—Novice Nun Ying’s true identity is a demon! She orchestrated tonight’s demon attack on the church and assassinated the Archbishop! Everyone must capture her!”

The Bishop waved his hand, firing a light arrow out the window after Firefly, then spoke to the people behind him.

At this point, even if they didn’t want to believe Firefly was guilty, the aura she released was exactly the same as the demons who had attacked.

So, looking at one another in hesitation, they finally followed the Bishop’s orders.

A crusade against Firefly began.

Meanwhile, Firefly fled from the church, running blindly while crying.

What happened today felt like the sky collapsing—everything beautiful had been shattered in a single moment.

Just earlier, she had said she was a happy person. And now, in less than a day, everything had changed.

Her mind in chaos, Firefly didn’t even know where she was running. The only thought she had was to get away.

She kept running desperately, until she crashed into something soft—and was caught in someone’s arms.

“Well now ♪ Isn’t this our dearest little Firefly～? Why are you running outside so late at night instead of sleeping, hm? Hehe～”