Devon felt a surge of intense curiosity—who was this woman? Having an affair? How could he not know about it...

A string of wild thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the end, he imagined himself as the man involved in the affair.

The sounds from behind the wooden door continued.

The woman said in panic, “Father, what should I do? Please, save me!”

The priest let out a long sigh. “It’s not that there’s no way. The Lord says, if you have sinned, you must do good deeds to atone. Madam, I have a way to quickly cleanse your sins, but it depends on whether you’re willing.”

“I’m willing, I’m willing!” the woman replied repeatedly, her tone full of relief.

The priest coaxed gently, “Very good. The Lord says, of all good deeds, none is greater than eradicating demons. There are countless demons in this world, taking on many forms, always trying to sneak into people’s hearts and tempt them into evil. Just like now, there’s a demon inside me. And you, madam, can help me lock this demon in hell, so my soul can ascend to heaven and behold the glory of God. That would be a great deed!”

Hearing this, Devon was startled.

Demons were powerful dark beings. Their forms were unpredictable, skilled at leading people astray. Now one had possessed the priest—how could that be tolerated?

But his curiosity only grew stronger. What kind of demon was it that the priest couldn’t handle, yet a woman with no strength could send to hell?

Could this woman be a saint?

The woman in the confessional had the same question and immediately asked, “Father, how could I possibly do that?”

“Why not? Madam, you happen to have a hell within you, and you can lock the demon from me inside it.”

The priest’s voice had lost its gentleness, replaced by an impatient urgency.

The confessional fell silent for a moment. No one knew what was happening inside, when suddenly the woman cried out, “Father, why are you lifting my skirt?”

“Forgive me, madam, this isn’t my intention. The demon has taken control of my body—I must lock it in hell! Please, I beg you, help me, let me ascend to heaven for a while!”

The priest’s voice was trembling.

“Ah!” The woman in the confessional screamed again, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Very soon, heavy breathing could be heard from the confessional, making Devon’s heart tremble as well.

For a moment, he even felt a surge of impulse, wishing he could rush in and take the priest’s place, venting the burning desire in his heart.

This priest was truly... truly despicable, using the name of a demon to deceive a foolish woman and commit such a vile act.

Suddenly, Devon felt something was off. He looked up and saw The Mute Servant standing at the end of the corridor in the church, holding a broom and staring at him coldly.

What The Mute Servant did next shocked him—he threw away the broom, and with a flick of his hand, a gleaming dagger appeared. He strode toward him.

Devon was alarmed and immediately understood his intent—The Mute Servant was going to silence him!

For a ‘holy’ priest, such things could be done, but must never be revealed, or his reputation would be ruined.

Now, as long as The Mute Servant killed him, the priest would simply accuse him of some evil, dark crime, tie his corpse to the stake, and burn it—no consequences at all.

Realizing this, he cursed himself for eavesdropping.

How could he have let lust cloud his mind and failed to see the obvious danger? How could he have been so foolish?

This time, his own body had truly gotten him into trouble.

The Mute Servant approached step by step, while Devon’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way out.

Run away?

That wouldn’t work. Once the priest finished, the servant would tell him, and then he’d say a few words to the old mayor, and the town’s soldiers would come and drag him to the stake.

As long as he was labeled a fallen dark being, no one in town would believe his side of the story.

Suddenly, Devon’s eyes lit up—he had an idea.

Since retreat was useless, why not do the opposite? Expose the priest’s lechery to the world, ruin his reputation, and strip his words of influence.

To save himself, he had to go all out!

Under The Mute Servant’s stunned gaze, Devon stepped back, lifted his foot, and kicked the confessional door with all his might.

Chapter Three: Causing Big Trouble

The confessional’s wooden door was thick, reinforced with a layer of iron on the outside—clearly specially strengthened.

But Devon was incredibly strong, and now, fighting for his life, he used all his strength!

With a loud bang, the door flew open. Two screams came from inside. Devon looked in and saw two pale, fleshy bodies tightly entwined.

On top was a plump, pale man, clean-shaven, with a bald ring of hair—clearly the priest, Leonard.

The woman beneath him was flushed all over, her hair disheveled and covering most of her face, but Devon recognized her at a glance.

It was the town’s widow, Martha. Her husband had suddenly gone mad three months ago, fallen into darkness, and been burned alive by the priest.

Now, thinking about it, Devon couldn’t help but feel a chill all over.