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I was prepared to die.

Using the quality regression, I drew out as much information as possible from the warrior party and planned to cause internal strife.

All residents of Hongmaseong were ordered by Eris to leave their homes and move underground to the castle.

I timed the ignition magic so that it would follow a straight line from the entrance of the castle to the Count’s mansion.

I waited for the warrior party with the food mixed with the elixir ready.

I was going to die anyway.

I still haven’t told the vampires about the return of the world, but I was prepared to die, so I did whatever I wanted from the beginning.

The warrior was not cheap.

A guy who looked younger than me kicked the door open with his combat boots and came in, and from the moment he came in, he acted like he was destined to be with a saint.

When we first met, he started speaking informally to me, so I just tried to be appropriately polite.

It’s the same when you destroy a dinner you’ve worked so hard to prepare.

He was a punk with whom I had difficulty communicating, so I quietly closed my eyes, thinking that I had made a good ‘start’.

however.

The warrior’s holy sword did not inflict any wounds on me.

Because I am surrounded by the divine power of a vampire like Dahlia and Mariel?

But even so, it makes no sense for a holy sword with divine power to stop right in front of my neck.

If there was any divine action, it had to be some sort of physical force, not just something that stopped at the neck.

But that force did not work.

That’s why everyone, whether it be the Mandarin who confronted the Sage, Albatea or Silverit who rushed at the Spearman, Mariel who jumped in to confront the Saint, or Lilith who ran out next to me and tried to save me, couldn’t help but be surprised.

“Uh, how…?”

Even the warrior who wielded the holy sword.

“Ahh.”

I lightly placed my hand on the holy sword.

“I can hear his words.”

Up until now, I thought of him as just a ‘god’, a god that only appears in fantasy.

“You are telling me to correct the foolishness of the warrior who is trying to kill the apostle sent by God instead of defeating the Demon King with the Holy Sword.”

God was a transcendent being.

That transcendent being is watching over me, protecting me, and guarding me.

Kwaaak.

Grab the holy sword.

The sharp blade is sharpened so that it seems like it could cut through any demon, but the warrior blushes as he is unable to pull out the holy sword.

“What, what have you done!!”

“Nothing.”

I didn’t do anything.

Nevertheless, if something changes in the Holy Sword, it must be because something has changed in the Holy Sword itself.

“Warrior. You shouldn’t have attacked here, you should have gone to attack the Demon King’s Castle.”

“What did you say…?!”

“Before the Goddess gave me a ‘chance’, I should have defeated the Demon King and eliminated his dark desires that had taken root in this land.”

“Wh, what are you talking about…!”

“Although the Goddess gave you an oracle ordering you to defeat the Demon King, you were only eager to use that power to satisfy your own selfish desires.”

Is this a fantasy?

Or maybe it’s magic.

Through the hand holding the holy sword, scenes flash through my mind like a panorama.

Each scene clearly revealed where and how this warrior had fought so far, and I was able to quickly learn about this warrior’s true state.

“The Goddess said, “Take away the title of the Holy Sword from you.””

“What the hell are you talking about…ugh?!”

The warrior struggles to grab the holy sword and pull it out.

But the holy sword doesn’t move at all, as if it’s frozen in midair.

Phew!

I kicked the warrior’s forehead.

As he made a surprise attack with his body that had been trained steadily while having sex, the warrior fell backwards.

“Cough!”

“Look.”

I pulled the hand holding the Holy Sword’s blade, took a handkerchief out of my bosom, and carefully wiped the hilt of the Holy Sword.

“You have lost the right to use the Holy Sword.”

“Wh, what kind of magic did you cast! You evil mine!”

“I am a mine, but at the same time, I am also an apostle of the goddess.”

One day, Dahlia said something like this.

“I am Azazel. I am the messenger of God who gave me the name of Mashin himself and came down to this land to spread the blessings of multiplication and prosperity.”

The name Azazel was given to me by the goddess.

“As Mine Dandelion, and as Apostle Azazel. I am the one who follows His words better than anyone else, and I am doing my best to create the paradise He desires.”

The fact that I was reincarnated, the fact that I was given a chance to overcome death when I was on the verge of death after rolling around like a dog after reincarnation, and the fact that the name by which I would live my second life was given to me through the mouth of the priestess Dahlia may all have been blessings from the Goddess.

“You didn’t come here to kill me after defeating the Demon King, and you tried to kill me, a faithful disciple of the goddess, even before the Demon King was defeated. That’s why you were stripped of your title as a warrior. You fool.”

“Wow, wooo!”

Warrior – Now a thug, not even a warrior, is running towards me.

Still, it was clear that he had practiced martial arts by swinging the holy sword, and his skill in swinging his fists at me was at a level that would make him a martial artist.

But that’s it.

“Secretary.”

Chorus!

“Ugh?!”

“Without the Holy Sword, you are just a human male.”

Release creates a chain magic that binds the warrior.

“Hero!!”

The saint tries to run towards the warrior, but is immediately subdued by Mariel and knocked unconscious.

“Saint!”

“Those who do not fulfill their duty as warriors and the false saints prepared for such people. Even if the goddess does not punish the unbelievers or the impious, people like you are warriors and saints? I cannot accept it.”

I don’t know what the goddess thinks of them, but I can never acknowledge such people as warriors and saints.

“The Goddess’ Holy Sword is meant to be wielded by the one who best follows the Goddess’s will.”

I put the holy sword, which had hardened like a stone, upside down.

“Eris.”

He called her, clapping his hands lightly.

“…….”

Eris, a white-haired, red-eyed vampire wearing a black dress.

As she was also watching this situation from behind, Eris stared at me in confusion.

“Listen.”

“…Me?”

Eris is confused.

It seems that he is concerned about his mother, Albatea, his teacher, Silverit, and even the vampire princess who is watching the situation from underground.

“The one who best practices the will of the goddess with his body is the one who is qualified to be a warrior.”

Both Silverite and the Vampire Princess could be said to have the qualities of a warrior.

But at least considering the common sense of the world and what will happen in the future, it would be most symbolic for Eris, who is a vampire but is of ‘human origin’, to hold the holy sword.

“What, what, crap!”

Even though the warrior is held in chains, he tries to resist roughly.

“Wizard! Sage! What are you doing! Right now…!”

“It is as you said, wise man.”

“Right?”

The wizard and the sage answer in a calm voice and put down their weapons.

“The author was not a true warrior.”

“He was a holy sword user, but he wasn’t a warrior.”

“What, what are you doing! What are you talking about!”

The former warrior screams furiously.

“If you’re in my party, help me!”

“How could they help? Those who were just watching the situation to recruit and rape their bodies.”

“!!”

The former warrior is confused.

“Your face is still masculine, your body is fine, and your sleeping position is probably appropriate. Sex techniques? That kind of thing, even men can do it if they practice.”

“Wh, what are you talking about…!”

“Still, it’s not rape, let alone irresponsible sex.”

Crunch.

Eris reaches out for the holy sword.

Let’s grip the holy sword tightly while feeling puzzled –

“Huh?!”

Iris let out a stinging scream, and blood appeared on her fingers.

Passs.

The blood slowly began to seep into the holy sword.

Just as the red bridge appeared on Eris’ white hair, a red line appeared on the white holy sword, and it began to shine with an even more elegant appearance.

“What, what is this…!”

“How can we leave him as a warrior when he is not a warrior? Dahlia!”

I called her Mariel, not Mariel.

“…Did you call me?”

Dahlia, dressed in the same pious priestly garb as when I first met her, stood beside me, dragging her hammer that clanked on the floor.

“Can someone who, despite being given the right to use the holy sword to defeat the Demon King by the Goddess, did not try to kill the Demon King and instead ‘reverse-charged’ against us, can be called a warrior?”

“No.”

Dahlia shook her head firmly and picked up the hammer lightly.

“Can someone who eats women wherever he goes, but only eats their hymen and doesn’t even check if they’re pregnant or not, be called someone who spreads the will of the goddess?”

“None.”

The spearman and the sage, who are part of the warrior party, openly look at each other with contempt.

“Can someone who rapes the saint sent by the goddess to help him by using his status as a warrior really be called a warrior?”

“None.”

“I command in the name of Azazel, the apostle whom the Goddess sent down to this land.”

I clasped my hands together and made the sign of the cross that I had learned from Dahlia and Mariel, and that I had always made at the dinner table since I was a little girl born into this world.

“In the name of the Goddess, punish the former warrior who only pursued pleasure and never impregnated any woman.”

“Ugh, eww─!!”

The former warrior screamed and fell to the ground, but-

Phew.

“Hero!!”

With the saint’s scream, Dahlia’s hammer struck the former warrior’s head.

Hehe.

Dahlia was smiling.

“…As expected, Dahlia.”

When it comes to slaying the impious, there is no priestess more fiery and faithful than Dahlia.