Chapter 242: The Golden Bell

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “Utter nonsense!” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger. “If you’re so eager to offer such devotion, why don’t you sacrifice yourself?” “You insolent fool!” the archpriest screeched, his voice cracking like a brittle twig. “How dare you question my loyalty to my lord? My master, your humble servant pledges his body and soul to clean the dust beneath your feet! Never would I dare to entertain such vile and contemptible ideas!” Watching the priest’s groveling and sycophantic display, I couldn’t suppress a disdainful laugh. “Your honor lies in sacrificing innocent girls you’ve brainwashed to please your so-called god? And when their turn comes, they’re dismissed as dirty and unworthy? Even hell appears to have its share of misogyny. Does your master battle Asmodeus daily to claim the title of the most hypocritical?” The archpriest’s face turned beet red, his rage threatening to boil over. He looked ready to lash out at me, but Azazel silenced him with a si