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“Kate!”

After hearing her nickname, Katarina turned her head in the direction she heard the voice. Christina waved at her. Katarina ran over a month later and held hands with a girl with curly blonde hair.

“Tina! It’s a good day today too. Is everyone gathered together?”

Christina nodded. And then we walked together and chattered. The feet of the two girls wearing flat shoes were truly light.

“Yes. There’s also Natalia. Elizabeth, Rosa, Camilla…Justina, Bridget…Cecilia, Helena. Juliana, Martina, Joanna, Josefina, Beatrice. And Victoria, Ethelburga, and Maria. If you count us…18 people! It’s all there.”

The dazzling sunlight beat down on his red-brown hair. Under a clear sky with beautiful clouds, they smiled and ran like flowers. Finally, all kinds of girls gathered in one place and chatted happily with each other. The way they played, not caring even if their clothes got dirty or their bodies covered in dirt, was like flowers in 18 different colors blooming.

“Ahaha!”

“Stand there~!”

While the girls played non-stop, the sun began to set. Maria, who was like the older sister among them, spoke to Katarina, who was feeling regretful.

“Hey, your mom is coming too?”

“My mom?”

Katarina looked at the direction Maria pointed to. Then he ran towards his mother. Katarina buried her face in the width of her skirt.

“Mom…!”

Katarina’s mother gently stroked Katarina’s head. Katarina, who felt the affectionate touch, raised her head. It was the face of a mother Katarina had never seen before.

“Yes. I am the saint’s mother~”

It was Scarlett.

“Heo Eok.”

A naked Katarina was walking through the desert. Her bound hands were tied to the saddle of the horse ahead of her, and her feet had to step on the hot sand without stopping. Every time my breasts shook, beads of sweat fell on the sand. As Katarina’s steps slowed, someone sitting on a horse jumped down lightly.

“Why are you walking so slow?”

Unlike Katarina, who was sweating profusely under the hot sun, Scarlett did not shed a single drop of sweat. As if to mock her, Scarlett, dressed in a dancer’s outfit that was inappropriate for the desert, pulled out a leather whip attached to the horse’s saddle. Every time Scarlett took a step, the shining accessories on the dancer’s clothes swayed brilliantly.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Scarlett swung the whip vigorously, ignoring Katarina’s apology. Along with the sound of an arrow, a whip mark was left on the back, and a tearing scream was heard.

“Ahh!”

Scarlett swung her whip with spectacular movements as if she were dancing. The white skin exposed through the cloth that barely covered her chest and vagina moved strangely. The whip landed on Katarina’s buttocks as she fell on the searingly hot sand.

“Keueuuu!”

Feeling pain that was incomparable to being beaten with a whip, Katarina stood up with difficulty, trembling on the sand. Only after she started walking again did the whipping stop. Whip marks were clearly left on the body heated by the sun and sand.

“Uh, sister…some water. Please…”

Even if it was a dream, the heat and thirst felt real. No, everything Katarina could feel was like reality. After hearing the difficult request, Scarlett got off the horse again and approached her.

“Open your mouth. Holy woman. Now, ah…”

“Spit,” spit out into the open mouth. Even that was like water that could quench Katarina’s thirst. Scarlett pinched and shook Katarina’s nipples as she watched her swallow hard.

“Ahhh…! Ugh, hmm…”

Then he kissed her on the cheek and scolded her.

“There is a lot of work to do in the future. It’s not time to get tired yet. Holy woman.”

Katharina could not distinguish between dreams and reality. I couldn’t even tell if Katarina, who had fallen asleep in a single room in the basement of the church, and Katarina, who had been tormented for days on end, were the same person. Scarlett’s power is beyond understanding. Especially because of the saint’s power.

A combination of made-up and unexpected events presented Scarlett with an opportunity she would never have again. She made sure to seize the opportunity to make sure it didn’t slip through the cracks.

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Even though Astaroth’s power was great, it did not mean that it could be used freely anywhere. However, the Demon King was willing to grant the hero’s request. The hero and the devil hid in the Heresy Inquisition without difficulty.

“…Hero, sir…?”

Although there was no torture against her for a while, Etrusia, who had been lying in prison, had long since lost her golden-like vitality. Through the crumbly hair, the two eyes that had lost their weapons looked pitifully at the warrior.

“I came to save you. Etrussia.”

The warrior entered the prison, wrapped a thick cloth around Etrusia’s body, and then held her in his arms. The warrior tried to save his precious Etrussia, who was not the duke’s daughter, a war hero, or the daughter of the Ordellapi family, but like his younger sister. The Demon King disguised as a human has quietly revealed himself. It was not easy to maintain power for a long time in a place other than the Demon World. The Demon King urged with dignity but firmly.

“There is no time to procrastinate. If you want to save it, you have to move quickly.”

Etrusia did not know who the woman with the warrior was, but she was the most beautiful woman Etrusia had ever seen. Even Etrusia, who was heartbroken, was a little taken aback by her appearance.

“Why do something dangerous…”

When the warrior saw Etrusia worrying about the warrior with a cracked voice, he gritted his teeth and held back his anger. Whether it was the Inquisition or the Inquisition, it should not be assumed that they simply did not like it. It had to be properly smashed.

“Let’s go back. Home.”

The warrior left the prison carrying Etrusia. Etrusia suddenly remembered the story about the prince on a white horse. She didn’t like fairy tales like that at all when she was young, but she likes them now.

“I’ll explain the details later. First, go back…”

At that moment, Scarlett, originally Asmodeus, appeared in front of them. In her hands was a lock of the saint’s hair.

“Isn’t it interesting that they are all gathered together like this?”

The warrior and Etrussia were shocked to see the saint held in the hands of the demons. On the other hand, the only one who knew about Scarlett was the Demon King. The Demon King tried to use his power to kill Scarlett in an instant while the warrior and Etrussia were not aware of it. However, Scarlett’s power was beyond what the Demon King thought.

“Isn’t it really cowardly to attack suddenly?”

Scarlett spoke as time stopped. And it moved.

“You’re good at telling jokes.”

However, the Demon King was not surprised and tried to stab Scarlett’s heart. Then Scarlett pulled out her trump card.

It is said that Scarlett suddenly grew in strength to the point where it rivaled the Demon King, but it was not yet at a level where she was clearly superior to the Demon King. So, although Scarlett could not kill the Demon King, she came up with another plan that would allow her to win. He planned to use the power of the saint to seal the devil in his dream.

This was absolutely impossible in the demon world. However, it was only possible here, not in the demon world. And Scarlett achieved her long-awaited dream with the opportunity of a lifetime.

A fleeting moment passed as the hero and Etrusia felt it, and they saw the demon king being stabbed in the hands of a demon woman. Astaroth, who was struck by Scarlet for an instant, was unable to maintain his disguise. The naturally revealed appearance of the demon and the powerful magical power possessed by the demon king made Etrussia guess its identity. Etrusia was astonished and spoke as if she was exhaling.

“…Demon King, Astaroth…!”

The Demon King, a being of fear and human despair, fell at the hands of another Demon. But it didn’t die. The peaceful expression with his eyes closed looked like he was asleep. The warrior put down Etrusia as gently as possible and rushed at the demon. Scarlett, who had used considerable strength to seal Astaroth, gave up blocking the hero’s sword and shouted urgently.

“If you kill me!”

The moment the warrior was about to swing his sword, Scarlett spoke clearly so that both the warrior and Etrussia could understand.

“Astaroth, whom you love so much, will never wake up and face death. If you don’t mind, kill me. But that can’t be possible.”

Etrusia guessed. It seemed that those demons had caused a catastrophe, and even if they couldn’t kill the demon king, they had at least rendered him helpless. But the words the demon woman spoke were just puzzling. Wouldn’t it be a good thing if the Demon King couldn’t wake up? Plus, who loves whom? Just as Etrusia was about to swear that it was a nonsensical statement, Etrusia could not help but be shocked upon hearing the warrior’s words.

“…Tell me what you want.”

Scarlett, who was breaking into a cold sweat in the face of death, smiled in victory only after the warrior’s sword stopped. Scarlett, who had finally regained her composure, opened her mouth.

“My life. And, you should come with me.”

Etrusia stared at them blankly as a series of incomprehensible things happened. And even after seeing the warrior nod his head, he was so choked up that he couldn’t even make a sound.

“I also have a request.”

Scarlett smiled, raising the corners of her mouth at the hero’s words. And he snapped his fingers. At that moment, Etrusia was far away from the Inquisition. Even in the cold night air, Etrussia did not feel anything cold. An even greater shock took hold of her.

“Hero, why…”

Etrusia, lying face down on the familiar ground of Ordelapi, lowered her head and sobbed. She felt pain comparable to the humiliating torture she had ever experienced. Maybe it was more than that.

The humans lost a warrior, and the church lost a saint. It happened overnight.