Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 942 - 202: Your Choice (Part 3)

"However, they are indeed members of the Choir. Ave-Margaret did disband this organization after Julius's death, but at that time, there were still some members executing tasks outside and did not return to the Imperial Capital. Carlo recruited them... allowing them to continue existing as executioners loyal to the Church Court."

As for Margaret's family crest, it was most likely brought back by those Choir members.

Ave's father was a researcher in the Choir project and had close ties with Julius before the coup in the Imperial Capital.

Or more accurately, Julius had always kept this ancient-blood family firmly in his grasp.

"Veronica."

Now, it was Solaris's turn to ask questions. He stared at the enchanted mace in the other's hand, "After hearing the truth, what do you plan to do?"

Veronica did not immediately answer. She knew Solaris was not lying.

This meant another blood debt fell into Carlo's hands, but what would change because of that?

She also knew Solaris was determined, and once he passed through the secret passage and reached the Praise Sanctuary to meet those faction leaders, everything Carlo had worked to maintain would vanish into smoke.

It was time to make a choice, Veronica.

A familiar voice echoed in her mind once more:

You see, Solaris is very weak now, it would be effortless to kill him.

After all, everyone already believes he is dead; this blood debt would not be recorded against you.

Moreover, Carlo will appreciate you more.

Did you hear that? You don't even need to do it yourself...

In the next moment, Veronica's eyes sharpened, she nearly bit her lip to blood, and with all her might, she hurled the mace straight at Solaris. Facing the oncoming strike, Solaris did not dodge; he just stood there, his face full of relief.

The thrown mace brushed past him, striking the shadow that lunged toward Solaris.

With a dull thump from the weighty object falling from mid-air, a young man heavily crashed to the ground.

The direct hit from the heavy mace left his face covered in blood, yet his expression seemed untouched by pain, instead staring at Veronica with a puzzled look.

Because, according to the "setup," Veronica was not their enemy.

Carlo believed that even in unforeseen circumstances, Veronica would always make the most rational and Church Court favorable judgment.

That meant she would be the Choir's most reliable ally.

But just now, the mace thrown by Veronica hit him.

Veronica's next words once again confirmed the young man's doubts.

"Solaris, if you don't want to die, come over to my side."

Solaris did not hesitate for a moment and rushed over to Veronica; they stood side by side, taking a defensive stance.

As the young man fell, more and more shadows appeared.

They stood aligned, their arms turning into blades, all fixated on Solaris.

Veronica furiously tore open the Magic Scroll in her hand.

This is truly a foolish choice.

The whispers in her mind mocked her.

Veronica, it seems you haven't learned anything from the Truth Society.

Veronica felt that perhaps the whispers were right, she was well aware of the cost of that mace strike and tearing the Magic Scroll.

Her life would change because of it.

Her status, her future were drifting away from her.

"Stop dawdling here, run inside along the secret passage, go to the Praise Sanctuary, and then gather everyone."

Veronica said hurriedly, even she had never faced so many Choir members at once, but she had heard tales of their fame while studying at the Imperial Capital.

Every member of the Choir was a killing machine crafted by Julius.

"But you..."

"You go first, I'll catch up later!"