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Rasha didn’t like the person named Lucy Allen that much, but she thought she was a pretty good person as a drone.

Not only did he train his skills tirelessly, but he also recognized the importance of his body and constantly practiced asceticism. He did his best to find a way out even in situations where he seemed to be losing, and he also had the heart to gamble to win even if it meant dying.

There is no need to talk about Mu’s talent. She is the daughter of Benedict Allen, and even the Lord acknowledged her, so what more can I say?

Maybe that’s why, every time Rasha saw Lucy Allen, she thought how nice it would have been if she had just a few more years.

She is already a strong and attractive person, but after a few years, when she becomes more mature, she will be comparable to Benedict.

He’s the guy who keeps his spirits up when he feels like he’s going to collapse, barely manages to gain strength in his trembling hands to hold onto his weapon, and taunts you to come at him again even though he knows he’s going to lose.

Common sense will be easily shattered, and you will grow up to stand next to me before I know it.

Maybe it will reach me.

But I won’t be able to see that. Either this little brat dies or I die, one of us will die.

What. If I’m going to do this, I’d rather die. I’d rather watch the guy who crushed me rise to the top than survive until the end and feel empty.

…Wait a minute. Am I really that into it?

I used to think it was just greed as an unmanned being, but maybe.

No. That can’t be. I, who was called the Strong Hunter and crushed countless people, would never secretly wish for defeat.

“Bugs.”

While Rasha was internally agonizing, Lucy staggered to her feet and called out to the fairies who were staying by her side.

There’s no point in moving them now. If this were a forest, it’d be a bit annoying, but it’s not like that.

Lasha, who had been waiting for Lucy leisurely, thought it was a meaningless act, playfully tried to stop her when she saw Lucy raising her shield.

But Lucy did not back down. Instead, she tried to provoke Rasha and make her rush towards her.

Lasha, who was venting her frustration by beating up Lucy, knew this but deliberately hung out with Lucy.

When Rasha throws her fist, Lucy is pushed back without much resistance.

“I don’t know what you’ve prepared, but it can’t change right away, right?”

This little brat’s shortcomings aren’t ones that can be fixed right away.

Because I lack experience.

The physical and technological abilities of the unmanned Lucy Allen have already reached a certain level.

If you could only face set situations or situations that you planned, would you be able to fight on equal footing with me?

But what idiot would fight only the way his opponent wants him to?

Of course, you have to find out what method your opponent hates the most and only delve into that part.

The only way to deal with this is to gain experience.

You have to reach a level where you can instinctively find the best answer no matter what situation comes up.

Lucy Allen isn’t there yet.

Although you may be late in following along, in a fight between strong people, that moment is fatal.

See, it’s still the same now.

It’s too late.

“If you’re just going to keep rushing at me pointlessly, I’m leaving. I don’t want to play with a boring opponent.”

“Was it that fun to crawl under me?♡ I was so excited♡”

“Ha. Really.”

I need to make that mouth shut.

Anyway, as long as you don’t die, it’s okay.

Rasha, who reached Lucy in one stride, extended her palm toward her clearly exposed face.

I’ve already calculated the kid’s reaction speed. The kid now can’t react to this.

Phew. Now I can get away from this fucking guy.

Huh?

Lucy’s shield blocks Rasha’s hand.

Lucy’s body rolled on the floor because the impact wasn’t completely reduced, but it didn’t change the fact that she had blocked the attack.

Did I do the math wrong?

There’s no way that’s possible?

The attack just now was at a speed that the current brat could never keep up with.

“What a sloppy attack~♡ It’s slow♡”

Lucy, who got up staggeringly, made another provocative attempt.

Looking at your confident expression, I don’t think what happened just now was a coincidence.

Let’s take a test.

The moment Lasha ran towards her at the same speed as before, Lucy’s eyes caught her.

It was clear. Lucy was now adjusting to the impossible.

Rasha, who had blown Lucy away again, frowned as she looked at the fairies swarming around her.

What did you do? It didn’t look like anything had changed on the outside.

It seems like there’s a connection between them, but that can’t be a significant variable.

“Have you had fun playing with me so far?♡”

“Hmm. Well. Okay. I guess I’ll check it out little by little.”

Rasha gradually increased her speed.

Lucy continued her offensive to see how far she could catch up.

But the strange thing was that even though the speed was such that the previous Lucy would have been knocked out without being able to hold out for long, Lucy reacted to the impossible.

As if an experience that had never existed before had suddenly appeared.

Each time, Rasha’s doubts grew bigger.

There’s no way he was hiding his power.

It was definitely true that this kid was helpless.

What did those fairies do that made him such a different person?

What phenomenon did the fairy’s magic cause?

Taeang!

A refreshing sound reaches Rasha’s ears.

A hand that rose into the air with little impact.

Lucy’s face was filled with laughter.

The mace she held tightly.

Rasha sensed that she could not dodge her attack.

Rasha, who received the mace flying towards her side, smiled at the pain that was transmitted through her bones.

“Are you really a majoya?♡ You look so happy♡”

“Hahaha! Maybe so!”

Rasha responded to Lucy’s laughter with a hearty voice, grabbed her by the neck, and threw her far away.

“I can’t even be bothered to think about it anymore! Let’s have some fun! Apostle of the Lord!”

Lucy’s eyes, as she got up after being slammed against the wall, were still vivid.

Rasha loved those eyes so much.

*

The old tree we found following the old gentleman’s guidance was so shabby that it was hard to believe it had lived for so many years.

Anyone who saw it would say that it had reached the end of its life, as it looked as if it would break and crumble if even a strong wind blew.

“He used to be called the world tree of humans. However, it is now a meaningless story.”

The old man approached the tree, saying that it did not have much life left, and cautiously reached out his hand.

The moment his hand touches the tree, the branches shake and a few leaves fall.

“It’s been a long time since we last met, but I don’t think we’ll have time to celebrate our reunion. You who have lived a long life. I have something to ask you.”

Do you know anything about the apostles of evil spirits?

The old man asked a question, but the old tree showed no response.

Erginus bit his lip as he looked at him.

Not here either.

Damn it. Is that really the word “old tree” that Lucy Allen sent?

I think we should consider the possibility that we are being played around.

Just as Erginus was about to approach the old man to tell him that he had worked hard, the old tree suddenly began to shake.

The violent shaking, as if it were burning its last life, conveyed its feelings even to those who could not hear the tree’s story.

I know something. This old tree has suffered something from the evil spirit’s apostle.

The old gentleman, who had been standing at the very front and watching the rage of the old tree, turned his head with a stern face only after a long time had passed and the tree had stopped moving.

“What are you trying to say?”

“The apostle of the devil. So, the one you call the Pope swore an oath here and left.”

The tree forgot that fact.

Since I wasn’t allowed to remember, I had to forget.

But for some reason, I now recalled the memory of that day.

The man who carried countless deaths and spoke with a madman’s voice in front of me.

“…What’s the content?”

As Erginus asked cautiously, the old gentleman opened his mouth and pressed down his fedora.

“The disciple of the evil god truly believes in the Lord. He believes that the great Lord is omniscient and omnipotent. Therefore, he wondered why the Lord suffered such humiliation from the likes of Agra.”

“That’s nonsense. God is great, but he is neither omnipotent nor omniscient. Nevertheless, he is noble because he strives for the good of this world!”

“Yes. I think so too. However, he was not an apostle of evil spirits. He made numerous hypotheses to resolve his doubts, and in the end, he came to his own conclusion. The reason why the great Lord struggled was because of the burdens that stayed by his side.”

“What is a burden?”

“I guess it refers to the many good spirits who have been with the great Lord.”

Erginus could not understand what the old gentleman was saying.

It was because of them that good and evil could achieve a reconciliation.

Even the greatest of gods would not have been able to stop all the forces alone.

“Just a moment.”

Their conversation is interrupted by Joy’s hasty remark.

“If what the old man said is true, then for the Pope, neither good nor evil spirits should exist in this world, right?”

The one who answered Joy’s bewildered voice was Lina, who was opening the bear room.

“Except for the great, great Lord, that would be so.”

“You’re seriously crazy.”

No one could deny the words that the great wizard who lived in the age of myth spat out.

*

Rasha poked Lucy Alun, who was lying on the floor, and let out a long sigh.

I thought I could enjoy it properly now, but I passed out. It was obvious that I was overdoing it, but please hold on a little longer.

– Dead!

– Don’t bully Lucy!

-Bad year!

“I’ve never bullied her before. I mean, the fight was over there, and before that, she was just bullied.”

– I don’t know about that!

– Just wait and see!

– I’ll definitely harass you later!

We can’t communicate.

Rasha, who was looking at the grumbling fairies clinging to her side, shook her head and tried to approach Lucy.

“Did you think the apostle of the Lord was strong?”

“Old lady. Make some noise. I almost killed you.”

“Don’t worry. You can’t do it. Instead, would you like to answer the question?”

In response to the Pope’s question, Rasha responded with joy, without a hint of hesitation.

“Strong. Not just in terms of brute force. The person himself is strong. So much so that it seems natural that the master chose him.”

The Pope raised the corners of his lips at Rasha’s answer and placed his hand on Lucy’s head with a pleased smile.

Then, the various wounds remaining on Lucy’s body disappear in an instant.

“Can this person kill me?”

“If not this brat, who else would take care of an old lady like you?”

“Haha. Good. I like it.”

After finishing the treatment, the Pope carefully lifted Lucy and handed her to Rasha.

“Because one god is enough in this world.”