"Long ti no see,"
Zaroth was smiling like he hadn't just slaughtered a dozen n.
"You… don't seem bothered that you have killed multiple people," Midnight remarked.
Zaroth glanced at the bodies on the ground as he took a deep breath, "Well, why would I be bothered? It's not like I have morals of any sort."
Midnight raised an eyebrow. Back when Zaroth had said that he was planning to kill the gods, she hadn't believed him. She knew better than to believe the words of a human.
But seeing the way he slaughtered the purifiers with no hesitation whatsoever, she began to think that he was actually telling the truth.
She took a deep breath before speaking. "...Thank you for coming to my rescue."
Zaroth seed to grin even more. "Don't worry about it, just rember that you owe one."
After he was done speaking, he turned his back to her and began to walk toward the door with the intent to leave.
"Wait!" Hearing Midnight speak, he turned to look at her.
"Yes? Is sothing the matter?" he asked.
"Aren't… aren't you going to ask anything?! Why and how did I find myself in this situation? What was I doing in the church in the first place?"
Zaroth scoffed. "Honestly? I don't care. I ca to vent my frustration, and I did just that. Saving you was just a nice bonus on the side."
Midnight was left speechless as she watched him leave, stepping over the dead bodies of the purifiers with no remorse whatsoever.
Stretching his body, he exclaid with a sigh, "Man, that felt great! I should really do this more often!"
It was already getting dark, so it was ti to go ho…
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"Or…" he grinned as he used his bracelet to send a ssage to the group chat.
"I did indeed pass the third round of the tournant, isn't that enough reason to get a party?"
Thankfully, it seed that Zack and Roran agreed easily.
"I see… then to the bar!" Zaroth shouted as he abruptly changed his direction.
He was beginning to really enjoy these nights.
*****
David sighed as he walked around the bloodied church, examining the bodies of the purifiers.
One was killed in an instant by a thrown spear, a few bore large wounds on their bodies. It seed like they had been fighting beasts of so sort.
And finally, a few others bore a very specific wound on their necks, wounds that couldn't have been left by anything other than a demon… a vampire.
David took a deep breath. Other than the disgusting sll of blood that was still in the air, there was another scent—fire. Had sobody used so kind of fire attacks?
He clicked his tongue in regret. He had been told that this squad had been very close to hunting a pure-blooded vampire, but at the last minute, sothing had happened, and instead, the purifiers had perished.
Feeling a cold hand on his shoulder, David didn't move as he listened to the dark creature, several ters in length, with three hollow eyes.
"You're sad that you weren't the one to kill them, right?"
"It's clear you have no clue about anything, so just shut the fuck up," David commanded as he silently cursed his Spectral Warden class.
Yet David knew that the thing was correct. He really hated the church and anything associated with it. The only reason he was here was because his boss—the emperor—had instructed him to search for any types of clues. He wanted to maintain a peaceful relationship with the church until her took them over eventually.
"The only religion there shall be is the people's love for !" David was mimicking what his boss usually said with a mocking tone.
"Crazy bastard," David muttered in frustration as he wondered how the hell he ended up working for the son of a bitch.
"It seems that you've certainly grown a pair speaking behind His Majesty's back."
David shuddered a bit as he heard a voice behind him. He turned, his purple eyes falling on a man with black hair, a gray suit, a white shirt, and a tie, holding a suitcase.
David grimaced as he spoke, "You, what the fuck are you doing here? Isn't it enough to send to deal with the trouble?"
The man simply smiled as he approached a table and opened his suitcase, laying it out before him.
"Knowing you, you have probably failed to find anything of importance, right?"
David didn't answer the question as he spat, "Just tell what the hell you're doing here?"
The man put his finger on his lips as if demanding silence, and the next mont he whispered, "Look around us, how many dead there are here."
The man smiled as he pulled out so kind of syringe from his suitcase.
"These pills are not going to make themselves, you know?"
"Sick fuck," David muttered as he approached the door. Even he, who didn't have a problem killing people on a whim, didn't want to see how these 'pills' were made.
He was about to leave, but the man put a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, almost forgot. You have a new comrade that is waiting outside. It would be good if you introduced yourself." David raised an eyebrow and nodded in confusion.
'Another one has joined us? I bet it'll be another psycho,' he cursed inwardly as he exited the church and observed his surroundings.
His gaze fell on an older man who was curiously looking at the body of a dead bird with interest.
With a sigh, David approached and spoke, "Nice to et you. I'm David."
The man shifted his gaze to David as he extended his arm, though it took him a few seconds to grasp David's hand.
'This one is weird. It's like he's drunk… like he isn't used to controlling his body,' David thought, and a second later, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He didn't need to look back to know that it was the Spectral Warden.
"That thing is not a human. It's just wearing the skin of one."
Hearing what the Spectral Warden said, David closed his eyes as he sighed inwardly.
It seed that he was wrong. He wasn't going to work with a psycho from now on, but a monster wearing human skin.
'Just great,' he cursed inwardly.
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