The Hero-Killing Bride: Volume 2 [Complete] by Aoikou

Author:Aoikou
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Light Novel, magic, battle, demons, cross-dressing, yuri, female protagonist, dark fantasy, combat nuns, antihero
Publisher: J-Novel Club (generated)

Chapter 4

Father Carol Snowell’s funeral rites were conducted with care and dedication by Saint Nevissa Vernalia. As bells rang out, she prayed to the Gods, bidding them to bless his soul and guide it unfalteringly to their side. The motes of light created by her words mingled with the flames of the candles carried by countless mourners, lending the proceedings a strange and mystical air.

They’d found his body in pieces, scattered across a stained glass window overlooking the cathedral hall. When the priests had arrived for their morning prayers, they’d felt something was wrong the moment they’d opened the door. They’d smelled blood and looked up to see the carnage... That was what they’d told us.

Everyone had fallen speechless at the horrifically brutal murder; when I’d raced over with Cion, even I’d found myself clutching my hands to my mouth in shock. Had he been torn apart while still alive, or had he fallen victim to the killer’s cruel madness even after death? I could sense a wave of revulsion spreading across the onlookers as we were confronted with the depths of human malice and heartlessness. And as I stood before his body, I was lucidly aware of my own heart freezing over, second by second.

The sudden loss had left all the other priests too confused and stunned to act, so I’d been the one to investigate. But I’d known it was pointless. I hadn’t been able to find any clues about the killer or anything that would help track them down.

Veil Croitzen was an assassin who could transform their own body into shadows and move freely through the darkness. I didn’t know their identity, and their true motives were still unclear. If the murder weapon was just a shadow lurking in the dark, then searching for it would be hopeless.

I hadn’t been able to find anything. So I’d done the only thing I could do—cleaning up the body and restoring the sacred space of the cathedral. The shards of the stained glass window had been hopelessly mixed up with his viscera; I’d expected it was beyond repair. But the saint’s attendant, Sister Loria, had come to me with tears in her eyes and begged me to let her help. I’d left the restoration to her; I hadn’t really known what it looked like originally, so I wouldn’t have been able to fix it, and she must have needed something she could do to honor Father Carol’s memory in her own way.

But why...?

I was lost in thought as I watched the quiet advance of the funeral procession.

Father Carol Snowell absolutely wasn’t a demon. His origins weren’t hard at all to track down—he’d been born in a little town in the middle of nowhere, and he’d lost his family to a plague. He was an ordinary human, with a life and a history to match. I couldn’t be certain that he didn’t have some other hidden side to him, but as I gazed over at the endless line of mourners coming

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