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Kwaduk-!

I can vividly feel the soft flesh between my fingers holding the pocket knife. Something thick lands on the gloves you are wearing.

Blood leaks out of Letavis’ mouth as he cries out. On the back of my hand covered with white cotton gloves.

Red blood always intoxicates my spirit. The senses of the whole body are awakened as if struck by lightning.

“Off… uh… Ugh… .”

When running a show, the way to find out whether the show was a success or a failure is to look at the audience’s reaction.

There are two types of audiences that respond to successful shows. The audience goes crazy and screams.

“Haha, you open your mouth and make stupid moans. Did you like my show?”

The audience is completely immersed in the show, staring blankly and making only weak noises.

“Off… Heh, heh… .”

Oh, in this case, is it because I’m covering my mouth? Does not matter. Controlling and handling the audience is the basic qualification of a ‘veteran magician’ or a ‘master director’.

Sigh-!

“Ouch! Are you trying to fight back even if your throat is pierced? Indeed, a demon! They are a race of two people who make a living with fighting spirit and tenacity!”

“Woo, wookyeoui… !”

Letavis tightened his jaw as he blurted out the words that he would kill me. As I put my hand in his mouth, he seems intent on cutting off my wrist, which is the connection point, with his teeth.

It’s a good decision. There is no way that the teeth of a demon that can crush rocks cannot even cut off the wrist of a corporeal demon.

Although there are two body parts that can never be lost, what can a person who is about to die do?

“Kaaa!!”

Letavis raises his grip to the extreme and tries to cut off my wrist.

Wow-.

but.

“The massage was nice. Lately, I’ve been feeling like my wrist muscles are a bit tight, but the tingling sensation has immediately become refreshing.”

“Uh, uh… ?”

“Ah, why doesn’t it stop?”

A veteran magician is someone who prepares for all future situations.

Letavis, whose counterattack did not work, looked up at me in confusion with his eyes wide open. I waved my left hand, which was not holding the penknife, in front of his eyes. My left hand was covered with a pure white glove that I had been wearing since I first left the Duke’s residence.

“Do you see this? Giggling.”

“Qu… … .”

“On the outside, it’s just a white cotton glove, right? actually! Just plain white cotton gloves are correct! Except for the fact that the thread with which this was made was spun from the cocoon of Arachne, the Lord of War!”

Lord Arachne. Arachne, the ruler of the Demon Forest and one of the Five Kings, is an absolute powerhouse standing shoulder to shoulder with the King Horus and the Dragon King Endros.

Of course, the spider web that Arachne woven herself was also unusual. It is tougher than adamantium and is not torn or scratched by any attack.

It does not contain foreign substances such as blood, so it always maintains a pure white color, completely blocks the wearer’s energy from flowing to the outside, and completely blocks extreme external shocks. It even gave the wearer the vivid feeling of not wearing gloves, so it was my favorite magic tool even in my past life.

But you may be wondering why it is called ordinary. I understand. However, being ordinary is inherently subjective. Arachne’s cotton gloves or whatever, if that’s my standard, then that’s it.

“Are your teeth starting to hurt? You don’t even have strength in your jaw.”

“… Ugh… !”

Phew! Quad deuk-!

Suddenly, Letavis screamed. It’s not like a struggle to gain strength, but a scream of pain. I took the penknife out from inside his neck and started moving my hands and cutting around the hot area.

Uvula, esophagus, vocal cords, arteries. Many soft devices made of blood, flesh, and tissue are scattered in my hands. The devices that make up the machine called Letavis are gradually disintegrating because of a single driver called me.

Suddenly-.

“… … !… … … !!”

I found a large vein that looked like a tendon. I couldn’t hold back my curiosity, so I immediately swung my hand and cut it with a single sword, and a fountain of blood burst out from Letavis’s nose and mouth.

Ah, it was an artery. I frown as I imagine the pain he must be feeling. It was a very provocative fantasy for a weak demon like me.

“Ay, sister. Let’s act neatly. My sister is bleeding so much that it gets all over my clothes.”

“Off… eww… Ugh… .”

“Ah, why are you calling me your sister? You don’t know anymore, right? Since there is at least a pillar left, you don’t think it’s a male, do you?”

After that, he waved his invisible hands for a while and cut down everything that got in his way, but each time he did so, Letavis only showed a violent reaction and did not completely die. This is because demons have a vitality as persistent as that of a cockroach.

Probably, if you don’t cut off his head properly, he won’t die easily.

hmm… It’s a bit monotonous to just cut inside the body like this…

It is true that it is a provocative sight. Putting your hand in your mouth and cutting the inside of your throat and esophagus is a sufficiently cruel act that it excites me, who has done almost anything bizarre.

But, it’s boring somewhere.

I know why. This is why I feel so deeply about the current scene of stabbing and massacre.

“It’s not fun.”

“Qu… .”

“They say that when preparing fish, it doesn’t taste good unless it’s a fluttering live fish. That’s exactly how I feel right now.”

“… eww… ah… .”

“There was no reaction, whether he had accepted death or resigned. It’s so boring. How is this different from dissecting a corpse?”

How can there be no way to make killing more enjoyable? Stimulating my interest?

It is a very difficult and complex problem. You have to show interest again in a toy that you have lost interest in.

One, who am I? I am a wanderer who searches for mysteries. He is the kind of guy who is happy to meet difficulties. Finding answers that exist somewhere is easier for me than breathing.

“… … Wow!”

At that moment, Letavis, who had only been pretending to be resigned, suddenly kicked the ground.

Letavis raises his upper body and sticks his mouth one step deeper. If I did that, my penknife would penetrate into my internal organs, so why would I take such a risky action?

Whoosh!

Quad deuk-!

I quickly pulled my hand out. Leave the dagger in place.

It was breathtaking. If I had been half as late, my arm would have been cut off. I was interested in living like a pirate captain with a hook in one hand, but to a magician, hands are life.

The moment a flash of light passed by and the Three Paths were in front of him, Letavis gathered all his strength and looked for a way to survive. The life-saving plan he came up with was to put my uncovered forearm in his mouth and cut it off.

It’s all or nothing anyway. Letavis’s plan was spectacularly successful, and I threw the penknife into his body and withdrew his hand.

Every time I move, I’ll feel a tearing pain in my stomach, but it’s better than dying helplessly. Letavis was smart.

“Khak! Kak! Off… .”

Grabbing his freed neck with one hand, Letavis glares at me murderously.

What is it? I lost my magic tool.

It’s not like I have an ‘assistant’ here.

Out of habit, I put my left hand forward and moved my right hand into my pocket. The left hand to deceive is used to gain extra time to prepare for a magic trick, and the right hand is used to find an answer during the time gained by the left hand.

Gradually-.

I feel something solid with my fingertips. A piece of metal measuring 12 cm long and 7 cm wide, shaped like two sticks.

Seriously, this doesn’t help at all in the current situation. I never would have thought that he would rush at me with the discretion to swallow my pocketknife. The will is amazing.

Jump up!

At that moment, Letavis, who had been catching his breath while fumbling his neck, suddenly ran towards me.

“Kaaa!!”

From the screams he let out, I could feel how desperate Letavis was right now. Letavis musters up his last strength and activates his limbs to attack me.

“Kaaa! Ugh! Wooo!”

“… This might be a bit dangerous. It’s good that it’s become fun, but this is a bit more exciting than necessary… ?”

With blood flowing out of his veins and reddened skin, Letavis tried to stab me from above. A possible strategy because he is so overwhelming that he is almost twice my height.

As expected, demons are a great race. That vitality is so persistent. This area is already soaked with the blood shed by Letavis. If I were a human, I would have died five or six times.

Woe!

Seeing Letavis’ shadow cast over me, I quickly found an item in my pocket and threw it out.

A solid object with angled edges. My current magic item, which is a long stick with a slightly shorter stick added vertically, is a rosary left by a saint.

First, you have to buy time. As it is an item left behind by a saint, it must be treated with great care, but since it is made from the most sacred ore on the continent, it should not break.

That was the moment when Letavis’ rushing body came into contact with the cross.

Cheeek-!

“Quaaah!”

“… Oh?”

Something unexpected happened to both me and Letavis.

The fierce and ferocious momentum had disappeared, and Letavis jumped and took a step back, as if he had been burned by very strong static electricity. Black smoke was rising from his shoulder, which touched the cross.

Letavis, who had been frantically retreating several meters, stopped. This is because behind him is the cliff where Leonard fell.

A situation where the back is blocked. Only then did Letavis have the presence of mind to look around, and he stared at me with rational eyes.

To be exact, the black rosary that had just been thrown hit Retavis and bounced back into my hands.

A shocked silence fell between us. Both he and I were dumbfounded. I looked at the rosary in my hand with a dazed feeling.

The rosary is shining.

Only then did I understand what was going on. Why is the rosary like this?

“Eureka.”

It occurred to me. Very interesting idea. A rare idea that will breathe life into this boring fight.

rosary.

The Cross.

Rosario.

It doesn’t matter what name it is. What is important is that this cross holds a powerful power that destroys ugly races such as demons with divine power the moment it touches it.

“Are you curious about what this is? Come experience it for yourself!”

It is an item that the saint who possesses the most divine power in the Holy Order, and no one else, always carried in her bosom. The cross itself is a death note for demons and monsters.

Holy power rejects demonic energy. It is defined as an evil force, and those who dare to go against the Lord’s doctrine are punished with overwhelming force. This is why I had a seizure when I met the saint in Tartarus and tried to inject her with divine power in hopes of healing me.

The true divine power that the saint exerted by burning her own life even broke down the walls of the tribe and succeeded in healing.

The reason I can touch the cross with my bare hands is probably because the saint gave it to me directly. Otherwise, there is no explanation.

“… … ! Ugh, uhhh!”

Letavis’ eyes widened to the size of a meatball. My mouth was already torn to pieces and was shaking, so I have nothing to say.

You must have seen the black cross in my right hand. The color of the cross was the color of ink, so it would have taken on a protective color at night, making it difficult to see. Of course, it is emitting a dazzling light now and is brighter than anything else.

I deliberately raised the cross high and made it visible.

“Ugh! eww! Ugh… !”

To the demons, the cross is a cursed object that cannot be seen carelessly. Just owning the cross, which is a symbol of the Holy Church, can result in summary execution, and in severe cases, it can be punished by being imprisoned in flames.

Of course, like all crimes, you are innocent as long as you are not caught.

Therefore, I am a good and exemplary demon. A law-abiding demon who sets an example for others.

“Ugh! Ugh! Oooh!”

After recognizing the cross, Letavis shriveled and became a mouse in front of a cat. To him, a demon native to the demon world, the saint’s rosary was truly an object of fear.

Ah, it’s fun too. The reaction was explosive, and it was funny how Letavis was so influenced by this small object in my hand.

“Sister, let’s do a cool dance! The title is One Demon World’s Night Waltz!”

“Oh, Oia! Oia!”

“Don’t come? How do we dance together without sticking together? Don’t be shy! I will lead you skillfully!”

Intoxicated with the desire to swing the cross as quickly as possible, I hurriedly took out a white mask, put it on, and approached Letavis in a month. He had no choice but to dodge to the left of the two sides due to the cliff behind him.

I quickly occupied the front of Letavis and had him close to the edge of the cliff. Then, Letavis tried to force a breakthrough using his back.

Cheeek-!

I lightly reached out and placed the cross on his shoulder, and he immediately screamed and backed away. Its killing power is incomparable to that of previous pocket knives.

“Kaaak!”

“Ah, interaction is important in waltz. If you suddenly and recklessly charge like that, the rhythm will be broken.”

Before I knew it, the black rosary was only black, but it was brighter and whiter than anything else in the world, and was emitting a sacred light. When she was in Tartarus, the light that the saint always wore softly grew around the cross.

It senses an object that needs to be eradicated and enters a state of purification.

It’s okay because I have unknown resistance, but the sacred light is no different from lava fire to demons and monsters. The creatures of the ugliest gods and demons cannot withstand the light of divine power.

Moreover, if the cross, which is its main body, touches the skin directly, what would happen to the demon’s delicate skin?

Cheee-tuk.

“… ! Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh!”

Shoulders that melted away easily without any resistance. Both I and Letavis were shocked. I never thought it would destroy that part just by touching it.

Once again, I realize how stupid the priest race was. Even with this killing power, he always holds it out in front of demons, demons, and monsters, saying, ‘In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!’ Isn’t this what you said?

There is a reason why it has more sacred power because it is the cross of a saint and not anyone else.

As the shoulder disappeared, the arm fell. Letavis lost his will to fight due to the unrealistic pain and situation that struck him.

The lost fighting spirit brings out forgotten fears. Even if the stiff body creaks, it moves.

Letavis somehow moved his legs and tried to escape from the area of the cross I was holding.

Do you think that will work, you idiot?

“Sister! Where are you trying to go? The waltz isn’t over yet!”

“Ugh, ugh! Wow!”

“Don’t worry, let’s start with step by step with me! one two! one two… oh my! My feet are twisted!”

I stepped on Letavis’ feet as he tried to run away. I was so weak that I felt like I could hold on for about three seconds. That’s enough.

Bah!

Chi-ik-!

“Off!”

“Follow my rhythm! Even though I look like this, I am a gentle man!”

Byak-! puck-! Wow!

He excitedly swung the cross and slapped it here and there on Letavis’ body. No, it melted.

He tried his best to escape, but the first thing I did was lower the cross to his lower body and cut off his legs. No, it melted.

Letavis, whose legs fell off, fell to the ground, waving his only remaining arm in vain.

I knelt reverently in front of him and repeatedly raised and struck the cross. No, it melted.

The flash of light flashes like a whirlwind. The light of justice rains down from the sky. On the ground, bloody flesh and mucus spread everywhere.

This is the will of the Lord and the judgment of God.

I am the one holding and swinging the rosary, so how can this be God’s will? If someone asks me such a frustrating question, this is how I will answer.

I am the apostle of the Lord.

Is there anything that can’t be done? I was given the rosary directly by the saint, the Lord’s closest daughter, and I also received the love of the most noble and pure saint in the world. Although I have never been baptized, I am someone who almost received my first kiss from a saint.

Therefore, from now on, I am God’s apostle. He is also a humorous magician, the first film director, and a mischievous boy who likes to have fun, as befits his age.

Sigh! puck-! Kwaduk-! Kwasik-!

In the light emitted by the great and benevolent saint, a poor demon dies. I am the one who kills.

A young demon who is losing the light of life in real time, I mercilessly crush him with a tool to spread love.

Is this love? That’s right, it’s love. It is the love of an eccentric apostle created by the good Lord. As a product of love created by God, I beat it with full of love.

It may not seem like it, but I really just love Letavis.

There is a saying that another word for love is pain. It’s the same context. There is no big difference between the love between lovers and the love given by God.

I hope you don’t judge us by the standards of the old world set by old-timers. Well, there’s nothing you can do if you don’t like it.

Wow! Cheeek-! Quad deuk-!

Do evil as a cross. The cross does evil. The Lord’s sacred relics are used as instruments of slaughter.

The positions of good and evil are reversed. The most corrupt of God’s creatures wields the Lord’s grace. Revenge named purification blooms at my fingertips.

“… .”

“… .”

Letavis no longer moans. The heartbeat stopped and the figure completely disappeared. Not only was he beaten, but he was purified from head to toe by the sacred power of the rosary.

The show is over. Because the only audience left.

I don’t even know where I went. He must have gone to the underworld, hell, or heaven. Because no one knows the world after death. If you are a great Lord who has decided to believe from today, you will know.

When a fun show comes to an end, something remains. It’s a post-processing and lingering feeling. For now, I want to enjoy the afterglow.

It’s been a long time since I experienced a massacre, so my pounding heart couldn’t calm down easily. If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it, that’s my life quote.

I need to take action against Adelana, who is probably in chaos in my room right now, and my little mother, who I roughly tied up and left behind. We need to finish here too. But all that is for later.

Now, what I have to do is.

“Huuup-.”

I took a deep breath, taking in the cool night air of the Demon World into my lungs.

“Hwiyooo-.”

I took a deep breath and enjoyed the pungent smell of blood. This will be enough for today.

I feel very refreshed inside. This is partly because he succeeded in getting revenge, which he could not do in his previous life, and partly because he received a new name, God’s Apostle. I also got a stepmother.

My mother, Lord. Starting today, we will continue our diligent purification efforts in your name.

So, please look carefully starting today.

Oscar Lucifer, your best son.

*****

Puck, puck, puck, puck… .

My vision becomes blurry and my consciousness fades.

Where was this place?

Oh right. This is the cliff of Endros. I was lured here by my youngest brother, Oscar, and witnessed a shocking sight.

The image of the youngest child committing murder of his own people without any hesitation.

I even felt awkward seeing him do something I couldn’t even imagine without resistance.

But now, why did it become like this?

Why is Oscar climbing on top of me and hitting me with that ugly thing?

Where did such an abomination come from?

sick.

It hurts so much.

What’s more painful than the pain of my flesh being burned, what’s more painful than the pain of my internal organs being torn apart by a penknife, is that I can’t resist and am just waiting for the being in front of me to kill me.

Oscar was wearing a mask that I don’t know when he wore it. The pure white magician’s hat, snowflake-white mask, and pure white suit combine with the bright light emitted by the black cross to shine dazzlingly. The red flower marks scattered in the midst of it all fit eerily well.

Is that the devil?

… no.

That thing is not just a devil or anything.

The devil is a black being that embodies inherent evil and desire. But that thing is plastered in white from head to toe, and is beating me to death with the cross, a relic of the sun god.

Who could look at that and say it’s a devil?

That is an angel.

The appearance, filled with nothing but pure whiteness, is the appearance of an unmistakable angel.

The most evil and vicious angel in the world.