I'm Just a Nun Who Writes Reports.

When the blood moon rises, the bells of the royal capital will always ring one less time. In the age of coal smoke, the gods were silent, churches prayed, and factories stayed on all night. It was believed that steam, firearms, alchemy, and the black badge of the Inspectorate were enough to maintain order, until one day the machines began to sing sleep hymns, the voices of the dead appeared in the reports, and the echoes of crossed-out names came from the wells. Mellie was just a purifying nun sent by Our Lady of Mercy to the Inspection Office. She is responsible for recording contamination, verifying evidence, and writing every report. She should not decide who is saved, nor should she remember the sounds of rain, scenes and deaths in another world. But the tomb door is loosening under the soot, and the furnace is still burning deep in the old world. Some people want all the pain to fall asleep, and some want the gods to close their eyes again. And Meili must write the answer in the last line of the report: If the world needs a savior, should she prove that she isn't one, or admit that she once was.