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-Gulp…

A tense gulp, the source of which was unknown.

In the situation where the factions were facing off before the crusade, only two beings were in motion.

One of the main forces of the Parent God faction that had arrived to sweep away the Black Sun.

And a mysterious man who suddenly descended from the sky.

Everyone present felt confusion at the unexpected visitor.

Who on earth is that man?

Who is he that he can so leisurely brush off a vampire’s attack?

No one knew the answer.

‘I’m a fan.’

Only a man, excited by himself, hid his racing heart and faced his followers.

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Belladis Rocheira.

The greatest star of the legion and the redeemed vampire.

Her top priority was, of course, the whereabouts of the vanished Parent God.

For the order, and for herself.

To end this endless thirst and provide true happiness, there was nothing else.

Even if that existence is still shrouded in many veils, I had the confidence to live only receiving the love given.

Such is the present.

“Die, or step aside.”

She found the mysterious man standing in front of her truly irritating.

The sense of discomfort that she couldn’t understand since earlier was tickling her insides.

What could it be?

‘Mental interference?’

The moment their eyes met, she almost collapsed as her whole body went limp.

Belladis could not accept the phenomenon occurring to her. Therefore, she attacked him with all her might.

-Clang! Clang!

However, the man brushed off all her attacks and, annoyingly, looked down at her with ease.

His gentle smile remained unblemished.

Continuing to speak in incomprehensible words, he sought to engage her in conversation.

She had no idea that this was all due to some trick of an author who had personally come down for a fan meeting.

“You, what on earth.”

Thus, the more they conversed, the more the discomfort she felt earlier continued to torment her.

The situation escalated as time passed.

Belladis’s patience was wearing thin, and she was about to unleash a greater attack.

“….!”

At the unmistakable aura of malice felt from somewhere, Belladis’s body stiffened.

Chills ran down her spine, and her senses sharpened.

The familiar presence she had so despised was approaching.

The Black Sun.

The power of the god that had plunged Belladis’s life into hell approached them in an instant.

With eyes half-lidded, he moved at a speed that was hard to follow with just his gaze, frothing at the mouth.

The one granted absolute power was a priest and apostle of the Black Sun.

The priest’s robes of the Black Sun fluttered in the air, accompanied by a deadly slicing sound through the wind.

“….!”

Belladis tried to react and counter, but the man in front of her was bothersome.

The momentary chaos descending upon her hindered her judgment.

So.

The apostle, backed by the divine power of the Black Sun, closed in within his attack range.

The strike engulfed in black flames tore through the veil and seeped into the man’s embrace.

The mysterious barrier that had resisted all attacks was easily dispelled by the apostle’s strike.

-Fwoosh!

Blood splattered onto Belladis’s cheek from him.

She was quite taken aback by that brutal phenomenon.

Why on earth?

Was he not of the same faction? Was it really as that man had said, that he had no connection to the Black Sun?

‘Then why.’

Why had he tried to stop them?

At that moment of doubt, a chilling sensation pierced through Belladis’s mind.

“Memory of Blood (A)”

Her unique trait, inherent within her, activated and pulled forth familiar memories from the past.

“…Huh?”

Belladis wiped away the blood that had splattered on her cheek with a puzzled expression.

From the warm, still wet substance on her fingertip, she faced an unbelievable reality.

The familiar scent, sensation, and memory that flowed through her nostrils.

In the hell that unfolded in the basement of the Black Sun cult, the hand of salvation that had rescued her.

Along with the goddess who had come in response to his will, the presence of a god who had opposed her.

The encroaching memories tormented Belladis.

Every cell in her body awakened, recognizing its master in this land.

It was pointing at the man who had taken the apostle’s attack in her stead.

It couldn’t be.

It shouldn’t be.

‘Why?’

Why did he possess the same scent as her lord?

She knew all too well that it was a foolish question to ask.

In truth, she could not accept it.

“…Hah.”

The blood-soaked wings gently fold.

The man’s body began to collapse as if it could no longer endure.

It was a strike imbued with the power of the celestial throne.

A mere human cannot harm a higher being, but if they share the same rank, it is different.

Before reason could catch up, instinct pushed her forward.

Belladis leaped towards the falling man in shock.

-Thud.

And then she caught him.

Belladis supported the man, whose blood was still flowing.

“Ah, why, no.”

Her trembling lips caused confusion.

Right now, Belladis was in a state of great panic.

Her crimson eyes trembled violently as she carefully examined the man’s features once more.

The man was beautiful.

If the existence of a deity were to be captured in a painting and descended to this world, he might look like this.

Even as life faded, he was captivating, elevating this to a level of decadence.

Belladis’s body was responding to the man.

She was certain she knew this man. She could not deny it.

“Vera.”

The nickname she had longed for flowed from the man’s lips.

“I’m so happy to meet you like this.”

His face, drained of a significant amount of blood, looked quite gaunt.

As if he might take his last breath at any moment, the man gazed at Belladis with sorrowful eyes.

Belladis could no longer pretend not to know.

“L-lord…?”

“Do you recognize me?”

Belladis’s breath momentarily stopped.

“How, can…?”

For celestial beings to take on human forms is easier than bestowing blessings.

This is a well-known fact, and in the long history, there have been instances where celestial beings directly became human.

However, it was an event that did not occur because their authority had fallen too low to take on the form of mere creatures.

Such a rare occurrence happened right in front of her.

Moreover, it was the deity she had devoted her life to love who had come down directly.

Belladis’s despair did not end here.

That very deity had been gravely injured due to external forces.

Just this reality alone made Belladis feel as if her insides were being torn apart.

“Ah, ah…”

As Belladis looked at the deity’s blood that filled her arms, she felt a certain impulse.

Even in this situation, that wretched desire is showing itself.

“I could no longer bear to see you in pain.”

Ron, Belladis’s deity, willingly opened his mouth to convey his intentions.

“To see each other hate, suffer, and fall into hell on their own…”

Hoo, hoo.

Continuing to exhale breaths that seemed about to break, he gently brushed Vera’s cheek with his hand.

Though it was stained with blood, it only made his face dirtier, but the warmth was certainly conveyed.

“Kraaaah!!”

The priest of the Black Sun, oblivious to the atmosphere, charged in frantically, but Belladis’s fierce gaze met him.

-Boom!

The magic power adjusted so as not to affect his deity sent the intruder flying far away.

The unconscious apostle showed no signs of getting back up.

“The ‘Avatar of the Black Sun’ screams upon seeing his follower.”

Setting aside the message window ringing from somewhere, Ron focused on his follower.

‘Wow.’

So damn charismatic.

The tension of her beauty visible up close changing in an instant was a spectacle as if a luxury actor was performing.

As the expression filled with rage returned to her, she became like a drenched puppy again, glancing at him for cues.

The entire process was so admirable and lovely that Ron wanted to shed the act and do a somersault right away.

‘Endure.’

Discomfort and a dramatic encounter.

The atmosphere was heating up intensely.

Sacrifice is the rightful virtue of the Holy Seat.

Each of these things comes together to form leadership, which then returns to me.

With the precious resource known as ‘Faith Shame.’

“Devotee, will you use the holy blood on ‘Beladis’?”

Yes.

It may have no effect now, but the important thing is nostalgia.

Beladis, sensing the anomaly, showed a surprised reaction once again.

It was the moment that solidified the doubts that were almost certain.

“This, this is.”

“Vera. My love, my child.”

As the final step, Ron decided to give a gift to his devotee.

The name of the gift is self-love.

Even at this moment, she was blaming herself for her desire for blood, and Ron felt the same way.

Now that the game has become reality.

Ron, who was a player in the game, wished for his devotee’s happiness.

Because that way, the church would be happy, and everyone could be happy.

However, there is one problem.

‘So what now?’

The dramatic moment of life and death was successfully staged, but he missed the timing to recover and stand up.

Ron had suddenly become the dying Holy Seat in his devotee’s arms.

‘Still, I have to do what I must.’

“Will you promise me one thing?”

“Lord.”

“Promise me that you will no longer hate yourself, with me.”

At this moment, Ron decided to just speak and gently close his eyes.

“The ‘Avatar of the Black Sun’ asks what I should do then.”

Ah, right.

He was about to close his eyes but gathered strength to open them again.

If he just left like this, the Black Sun Church would disband in mid-air.

“…And one more thing, please stop the holy war. I’m fine.”

“Ah, I understand, my Lord. I will follow your wishes. So please…!”

Seeing Ron’s serious condition, Belladis looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment, filled with longing.

“Hah, you don’t need to worry. I’m already recovering slowly.”

To reassure Belladis, Ron showed her his wound.

In fact, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was healing on its own.

“So…”

Ron said this and then truly closed his eyes, pretending to lose consciousness.

Part of the reason was that Belladis’s embrace was cozier than he had expected.

As a celestial being descended to this world, there was nothing that could frighten him.

Ron was simply enjoying the moment.

Accepting Ron, who had lost consciousness, Belladis lifted his body in a princess carry.

‘Ah, this is a bit…’

Ron felt embarrassed by the unexpected position, but there was no way to back out now.

The fortunate thing was that she obediently followed his words and began the return journey.

-Swoosh. Swoosh.

In the now quiet gathering, Belladis spoke softly.

“Let’s go back, together with our Lord.”

“Ahh…! Oh, divine parent…!”

“Ugh…!”

Sounds of sniffles could be heard from all around.

Ron didn’t confirm with his eyes, but he was sure that everyone gathered here was agitated.

Thus, a complete fan meeting had been successfully held.

‘Is that enough now?’

“The ‘Avatar of the Black Sun’ nods reluctantly.”

‘Huh? Is it passed down?’

“The ‘Avatar of the Black Sun’ hurriedly sends applause.”

With everyone victorious, the situation was successfully concluded.