Rasha, facing Lucy’s divinity, felt her body stiffen.
Though she had no trace of faith, she was still the Apostle of the Evil God.
As a representative of the god who governs destruction, she knew that this divinity was sothing no human could possess.
This was truly the divine power of the Lord. It was the light of life, the very first to exist when this world was created.
"This is troubleso."
"Why?♡ Scared imagining yourself getting beaten?♡"
"I need to be cautious, but I don’t think I’ll be able to."
My blood was boiling.
What stood before was a strong opponent.
I was the daughter of the great knight Benedict Allen, a hero chosen by the Lord.
And behind that stood the heroes who followed the hero. The chosen sages by the gods themselves.
I want to kill them.
I want to break them.
I want to see how intense the explosion will be when their light shatters.
This impulse isn’t anyone else’s.
It’s mine.
I can barely hold back the urge to destroy, so eager am I to see their destruction.
"Still, I must do it. If I don’t, who will?"
"We will."
One of the knights of the Church blocked her path.
"Can you do it? You know what that child’s divinity ans."
"I’ve already prepared for hell."
"Crazy people are surrounded by other crazy people."
"You’re the sa♡ Sweaty crazy bitch♡"
At Lucy’s provocation, Rasha swung her fist, and with a crisp sound, the shock was dispersed.
I took the mont when the force was about to strike and pushed my shield forward.
It wasn’t a coincidence. It was intentional.
Have I grown this much in just a few months?
Rasha, feeling a deep regret that she had to break this now, swung her fist again.
This ti, unlike before, with a heavy sound, Lucy was pushed back.
"If that’s all you’ve got, you’re going to die."
"It makes sense when a brainless idiot talks, huh♡"
While being distracted by Lucy, Rasha grabbed the sword flying towards her neck and urgently pulled her arms together upon seeing Arthur’s face and Freya wielding her sword.
A small wound on her skin dripped with blood.
"And what excuse will you make this ti?"
"...Haha! Sadly, I have no excuses."
With Rasha’s charge, the Pope’s direct knights clashed with Lucy Allen’s party.
Lucy caught their attention with blasphemous words against the Lord, and in the opening she created, her party’s attacks left wounds on the knights.
Amid the huge shock caused by Rasha, the knights injured the children.
The magic they unleashed held their ankles, and they tried to heal their comrades, creating variables.
The battle between the two groups, constantly shifting back and forth, surprisingly seed evenly matched.
No, from the Pope’s perspective, Lucy’s group seed to have the upper hand.
Despite being worn out from fighting the Apostle of the Evil God Agra, their montum was fierce, and the knights, except for Rasha, clearly showed hesitation they could not conceal.
If we just looked at objective strength, they shouldn’t be losing.
They shouldn’t be equal either.
Rasha was a monster who ranked among the strongest on the continent.
And the Pope’s direct knights were strong enough to be called elites on the continent.
In contrast, Lucy Allen’s group were still children who had not yet reached adulthood.
They had extraordinary talent, but they were still children.
Their physical growth wasn’t even complete yet, so they should have been crushed under the power the Pope had brought.
Even if they were bound by the restriction of not being allowed to kill anyone.
Even if their consciences held them back deeply, it should have been an easy victory for them.
That would be the case in a normal situation.
The Pope, who had been observing everything from behind, felt sothing miraculous during the battle.
The First God, the greatest and the best, the Lord Armadi, was standing behind him, and this standoff was happening because of that.
The Lord wanted to protect His apostle, and at the sa ti, He was trying to stop what the Pope wanted to do.
After asking himself several tis, the Pope admitted this fact and buried his face in his hands, not caring about the commotion around him.
The Pope’s shoulders, which had never moved, trembled.
Drops of water fell between his fingers.
A voice, close to sobbing, was drowned out by the noise.
How much ti passed, I don’t know. When the Pope raised his head again, a smile was on his lips.
It was so genuine that it seed like it would be forever engraved on his face.
"Oh, great Lord."
The Pope shuddered at the realization that he had been rejected.
This was the god he had worshiped for so many years.
Though he knew this god would bring him great benefits if left alone, He was the god who would give up everything for the greater good. This was the god the Pope believed in.
"Thank you for proving that my faith was correct."
The Pope, with a trembling voice, prayed and stepped onto the battlefield with a joyful heart.
And then, the balance cracked.
Lucy, who had never lost her smile, bit her lip.
Arthur, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, lost his composure.
Freya’s speed gradually caught up, and Feibi, focused on healing, couldn’t assist in other ways.
Joy fought against the knights who reached her, but she couldn’t help her friends.
Once the balance breaks, it falls faster the more it tilts.
And once the fall accelerates, it’s already over.
The balance had crumbled.
"Now, everyone."
Seeing that Lucy’s group was nearing their limit, the Pope withdrew the knights and stepped in front of Lucy.
"Now, will you agree to the elevation of the Lord’s Apostle?"
"Can’t you make up your mind at your age?♡ Your intelligence must have dropped a lot♡"
The Pope smiled as he asked, but Lucy lowered her shield and gave him a mocking smile.
"So, you’re believing in that pathetic god, huh?♡ You must be a freak to worship a pervert who wants to dress a girl in a bunny suit, huh?♡"
Shaking off the hands holding her, Lucy stepped forward and poked the Pope’s belly.
"Maybe you can relate to that pathetic god?♡ You getting excited?♡ You want to take and suffocate with your belly fat?♡"
Lucy’s provocations were not the kind of thing to say in an unfavorable situation. Especially not to soone planning to kidnap her.
"All you can do is crush and rape ♡ I an, who would like sothing as disgusting as you?♡"
Even so, the reason Lucy continued to provoke was:
"Can you even see your little thing?♡ It’s probably hard to find under all that fat♡"
"You’re trying to make attack you instead of your friends."
That was her duty.
"I bet you want to torture and break so your friends can be saved. That would be less painful for you."
Tears stread from the Pope’s eyes again.
The Apostle chosen by the Lord was so noble.
Even if he had to endure anything, to rise against the world that had pushed him into hell, this was the goodness of the Pope’s belief.
If she didn’t deserve the position of Apostle, then who would?
"Apostle, I don’t ask for much. I just want you to witness my final monts."
"I can slaughter a pig right now if that’s what you want♡"
"Haha. I’m sorry, but I can’t die from just having my neck cut off."
"Huh♡ Are you scared?♡"
In the gaze that seed to assess him, the Pope couldn’t take his eyes off her.
He had truly beco captivated.
Just like how the Lord had redeed him, the Pope’s gaze was fixed on Lucy.
"Pathetic♡"
At that mont, the Pope didn’t even notice the large sword that flew towards his neck.
"Don’t move, Your Majesty."
Benedict Allen.
One of the most threatening powers in the current continent.
Even eting his eyes, filled with anger, the Pope smiled.
"Still, I have to understand the situation."
The one who was subdued was not just the Pope.
The Sword Saint. The Apostle of the Art Guild. Kent’s patriarch. The 2nd Queen. The two princes left outside. The lord of a forest. The Queen of the Fairies. And the Evil God surrounded the area.
In an instant, the dungeon collapsed, and the ambush took place. It wasn’t a coincidence that I lost focus at that mont.
"Fool, Papa. You’re slow."
"Apologies later, Lucy."
The Apostle had been planning for this mont.
I wonder when this began to be guided.
I can’t guess. It’s too difficult to figure out.
How extraordinary was that person? How noble and capable?
I feel like tears might fall again.
"Pope of the Lord’s Church, after handing over the fragnt of the Evil God, forget everything and withdraw."
Erginus, with a firm tone, warned the Pope, who shrugged.
"We will keep it on our side."
"Should I really tell you that if you weren’t in your position, your head would already be gone?"
"I know. But I cannot give it to you. You wouldn’t be able to handle it."
"?"
"Great Mage. Rember that you almost got consud by the darkness. I know more about it than you do."
"I may have my shortcomings, but that doesn’t an you should have it."
The Pope’s stubbornness prompted several powerful figures to tighten their grip.
No matter how powerful the Pope and Rasha were, and how many formidable knights there were, it would be difficult to overco this predicant.
Erginus’s generous suggestion to retreat seed to be the best course of action.
If it were a normal situation.
"No. I’m fine. Great Mage."
"Oh? Really? Why?"
"Before I answer, may I ask you sothing? Do you rember ?"
"Why should I rember you?"
"Your mory only goes that far."
With an ominous feeling, Erginus shattered the Pope’s head, but shortly afterward, the head that had disappeared returned.
Just like he had experienced endless suffering.
"Let introduce myself again. I am the Apostle of the Evil God Agra and, after following the Lord, I beca the Pope, a survivor from the mythological era."
"...What?"
"And I am also an acquaintance of the great mage Erginus. You are his puppet."
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