But only Emerie was privy to this sight, as the chief seldom met with other witches except on days of ritual, and she alone spent time with the chief.

It was just that Emerie struggled to accept what she saw. Her years of devout belief had painted the chief as a saintly figure.

Challenging this perception could shatter her entire worldview.

“Demoness, you have drawn the ire of the heavens, do you understand that?" Abruptly, the chief turned on Nicole.

Realizing Nicole's extensive knowledge, the chief had no plans to simply let her walk away. She saw this as an ideal moment to handle both Nicole and Roscoe simultaneously.

With a flick of her wrist, the torch in the chief's hand ignited flames mysteriously. Then, the chief fell to the ground, her voice trembling with feigned terror. "The Holy Spirit is wrathful! The Holy is wrathful! have on us."

Spirit Please, mercy Holy Spirit, forgive.

The sight of their chief's dramatic display prompted the followers to kneel, echoing her pleas for divine forgiveness.

With her objective met, the chief stood, brandishing her torch toward Nicole, declaring, "This woman is tainted by a demon. We must purify her soul at the lotus altar. Otherwise, the demon will continue to haunt our world."

"Holy Spirit, manifest your might, banish this demon, and restore peace!"

"Holy Spirit, manifest your might, banish this demon, and restore peace!"

Overwhelmed, Nicole remained silent as the crowd fervently chanted, pushing her toward the altar. She was acutely aware that this was the chief's ploy to label her as a malevolent force to redirect the collective rage toward her.

Gripping her knife firmly, Nicole confronted the chief with icy resolve. "Enough of your lies and manipulations. Release Roscoe now, or I will end this woman and expose the myths of eternal youth and immortality as mere fabrications. She's nothing but a normal girl."

With these words, Nicole pressed the knife against Emerie's neck, causing blood to trickle down.

Emerie endured the agony yet convinced herself it was merely due to her insufficient training. She told herself that all she needed was more dedication.

With resolve, Emerie yelled to the chief, “Chief, don't be concerned for me. This demoness can't harm me. Focus on vanquishing her evil spirit and safeguarding our journey!"

Before the chief could reply, Emerie seized the knife and pressed it against her own throat, cutting it deeply. Blood spurted out immediately.

Nicole stood frozen, her hands slick with blood, stunned by Emerie's drastic action. Who would have imagined Emerie possessed such courage to end her own life?

"Ah..." A piercing scream broke the silence, and chaos followed.

Wasn't Emerie claimed to be immortal? Then why was she bleeding so profusely, looking as if she was on the brink of death?