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Rupert’s routine was to return home from teaching at the academy, play with Ada, who had horns, for a while, and then go to the studio to report on the progress of animation work.

Once that was finished, it was time to move to the third floor and check the manuscript that Saint and Sena were working on.

When looking at the works of these two, honestly, it is not something that can be enjoyed simply from a reader’s perspective.

It was quite a difficult task as I had to focus and analyze as much as possible while giving careful advice to increase the completeness of the cartoon.

‘It’s a shame.’

The works of both of them had many very interesting parts. If I had to categorize them by genre, they had the form of science fiction and romance comics.

For Rupert, who has enjoyed modern civilization, it was not difficult to understand both works.

It was important to keep in mind that this was a very unfamiliar genre to readers from another world.

In the case of Sena’s work, it was very easy to understand, but since the readers of the manga are not only women, work was needed to expand the range of readers.

It was a regret that was inevitable because comics were still in their infancy.

The reason why modern comics can be diverse and even include minor genres is because the prophets created a huge fence and led numerous readers into the world of comics.

So this time, it was up to Rupert and his colleagues to popularize comics like other artists had done on Earth.

There is nothing more terrible than making a bad choice and causing the comics genre to go down a bad path.

“You’ve worked hard, now go inside and rest.”

Saint and Senna wanted to fix the parts that Rupert had pointed out right away, but Rupert, who had experienced collapsing from overdoing it himself, forced them to leave work.

Only after seeing the works of these two was Rupert able to prepare his own work.

‘It’s going to be tight until the first semester ends.’

Rupert tried to live a more regular life than before, but as always, things weren’t easy to get as planned.

Fortunately, despite being busy, I didn’t skip my morning physical training and I didn’t drink energy potions like water like I used to, so I was feeling much better than before.

Rupert soon sits down at his desk and calmly begins drawing the storyboard.

‘Let’s start with the story of the protagonist who lost his entire family after being attacked by vampires.’

A family that was attacked and brutally murdered by vampires while the main character was away from home.

The main plot in the beginning was that after seeing that family, they blindly chase after the vampires to get revenge, but end up in danger due to the vampires’ power.

Then a mysterious man appeared, wielding a sharp weapon that was closer to a sword than a sword, and it was Rupert who was cutting down vampires.

but,

‘As expected, it’s just plain boring with a sword.’

It wasn’t for nothing that fire shot out of swords and lightning struck in comics.

Of course, there are works where you fight fiercely against powerful enemies with just one sword, but this was a world of fantasy.

In a world overflowing with magic and superhumans, it wasn’t easy to meet readers’ expectations with just swordsmanship.

So that’s a special element.

‘After all, what stands out is natural power.’

Is there anything that excites a man’s heart more than the sight of fire, ice, wind, or lightning shooting out of a sword?

Or maybe it would be cool to unlock special abilities with a sword like in the comics where the Grim Reapers appear.

No matter how much I thought about it, Rupert believed that the element that people could easily and intuitively accept was a natural force.

A man who dealt with the vampires that attacked the protagonist while spitting flames from their swords.

In fact, the storyline was somewhat organized so that the main character begins to grow while following him, who was a member of a secret organization that hunts vampires.

‘I think Van Helsing would be a good name for the secret society.’

The name of one of the main characters in Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula has now become synonymous with vampire hunters.

Now, with numerous reinterpretations, he is portrayed as a tough hunter, but in the original he was a character who used his head rather than his body.

Of course, since the people of this world wouldn’t know about Van Helsing, let alone Dracula, Rupert decided to use that as the name of his secret society.

Now that we had a name for our organization, it was time to create a setting for Van Helsing.

As it is a secret society that has been fighting against vampires since ancient times, it is made up of various races including humans, elves, and dwarves, but it was decided that the central race would be elves.

Come to think of it, I was interested in the fact that elves are a race that lives as long as vampires.

‘Wouldn’t it be plausible if the evil elves that separated from the elves turned into vampires?’

Pale skin and a lifespan close to immortality.

The appearance of pale vampires, usually depicted as beautiful, was very similar to the elves of another world.

As the setup began to take shape, Rupert’s work began to pick up speed.

***

“I’ve heard of the Crimson Warden.”

Celestial, where the headquarters of the Goddess Church is located, was suddenly turned into a commotion when some very unfamiliar people arrived there.

Elf.

This was a visit to Celestial that had only occurred once in the long history of a race that rarely interacted with humans and was almost at odds with the Goddess Cult.

But both humans and elves believed in the goddess.

Unlike humans who call the saint the daughter of the goddess, the elves say that only the World Tree they protect is the grace of the goddess, and they are like oil and water that cannot mix.

“I know we don’t have good feelings for each other, but if we let them go this time, really terrible things could happen to the continent.”

The faces of the priests around them turned cold at the elf’s words.

Even though they are of different races and have different doctrines, how can they speak so arrogantly to the saint, the daughter of the goddess they worship?

Unlike the man next to the elf who was flustered when he sensed the cold atmosphere around him, the elf woman’s expression was simply calm.

“I need to hear the details before I can promise you support.”

“That can’t be! This information is a precious clue that we risked our lives to obtain. If there’s a traitor on the human side, it’s really over.”

“Interesting. Is it the elf way of dealing with someone you don’t trust, asking for support without giving them any information?”

“That’s….”

“First of all, we also know about Satanael. He was originally an elf. Isn’t it even more dangerous to have valuable information in the hands of an elf who produced such a demon?”

It was the elf woman, Cypris, who clenched her teeth and glared at the saintess as if she was going to kill her.

However, I could not refute the saint’s words.

Satanael could be said to be the original sin of all elves, as she said.

“My Lady, she came here as a member of the Crimson Wardens, not an elf.”

Richard, who could not stand to watch the situation, continued the conversation with the saint on behalf of Cypris.

“I heard that the secret organization of the Goddess Church was very active when dealing with the Night’s Apostles.”

“You still remember such an old story. It seems that it is difficult to understand elves in human time.”

It was a saint who made an amused expression at Richard’s words.

She found those who came to her church very interesting.

Crimson Wardens. I had known about them before, but they were so secretive and reluctant to be exposed that I had never seen them before, so their visit was unexpected even for the saintess.

Moreover, the message they brought to us contained a heavy message that the continent must be prevented from facing a crisis.

“I thought he was the only human in the Crimson Wardens.”

“… The teacher has passed away.”

“What did he say? He?”

The saint was startled by Richard’s answer.

The saintess was usually not surprised or even emotionally disturbed, but this time, she couldn’t help it.

Black.

He suddenly disappeared from the Empire several years ago, and only the Pope and the Saintess knew that he had joined the Crimson Wardens, a secret organization that deals with the Night’s Servants.

-My last place will be where I collapse from exhaustion after cutting down those guys. That will be enough.

One day, he was a swordsman who visited the main temple of the Goddess Church and asked for the sun to never go out on the sword he used.

Originally, blessing was something that priests would bestow on weapons when dealing with evil beings, such as those tainted by evil spirits.

Usually the duration was not that long.

However, only a saint in the church could consecrate the sword to last forever if it was not broken, and she called it the Undying Sun.

Of course, it was a precious opportunity that even a saint could only do once a year since it required a lot of divine power, but since it was the sword master’s request, the sect granted it.

Because he had lived his whole life uprightly and done good deeds, he was worthy of receiving the blessing of a saint.

And after receiving the blessing, I learned that the Black Swordsman who left had joined the Crimson Wardens who were fighting against the Night’s Servants.

‘I never thought that disaster was the work of dark elves.’

There were many rumors within the empire that the reason Geomseong disappeared was because of a tragedy that had befallen his family.

However, the emperor did not know that Satanael was the one who caused the tragedy.

In the empire, it was a secret known only to the religious order that could be heard directly through the sword.

And the saintess couldn’t believe the story that such a blacksmith had died.

“Is Satanael that strong?”

Imperial Sword Master Sword Oregon.

He was a monster who could not be described as a superhuman, and he possessed skills that were considered the best among all swordsmen of all time.

Satanael was already under the surveillance of the sect and was aware of the danger, but he did not think it was to the extent of killing the swordsman.

“I… It’s because of me. The Master was trying to protect me and got hurt! He was definitely not someone who would lose to the likes of Satanael!!!”

It was Richard who burst into tears and cried at the saint’s question.

‘This could be really dangerous.’

However, the saintess did not loosen her stern expression despite Richard’s words.

No matter how bad the situation was, I decided that I had to raise the alert level against Satanael, who killed the Black Sword, to the maximum.

“Now is not the time to talk about something boring.”

Those gathered in the pulpit could not help but be astonished at the words the saint spoke next.

-Please gather the Knights of Zion.

If the elves had a secret organization called the Crimson Wardens to chase away the Night’s Host.

Humans had a secret weapon to fight against the evil hordes.

A military organization directly under the saint that only the saint can control within the goddess cult.

The moment she summoned the Knights of Zion, everyone realized.

The temple, never again was the temple opened.