I died and got caught. But not to heaven, but to the body of a young novice... To atone for sins? No, learn to cut out evil spirits and implant good and bright things with divine magic. And the good old Glock. The monastery is more like a military academy, and my new brothers are not saints at all. The empire and the church are ruled by the emperor. Aristocrats and international coalitions are squabbling over power and business. And behind the walls of the temples hides an evil worse than the fiends of the abyss. And the threat comes not only from creatures that have become completely insolent, but also from those who are looking for strong blood among the bastards of high-born parents. P.S. Pathos, sarcasm and nothing sacred, despite the name.