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Rasha felt her body stiffen as she faced Lucy’s divinity.

Although she has absolutely no religious beliefs, she is still an apostle of the evil spirit.

As the spokesperson for the god who governed the concept of destruction, she knew that divinity was something that could not be possessed by humans.

That is truly the divinity of the Lord. It is the light of life that was first created when this world was created.

“It’s difficult.”

“Why?♡ Are you scared when you imagine getting stabbed?♡”

“I need to do it moderately, but I don’t think I can do it.”

My blood is boiling.

The one in front of you is strong.

She is the daughter of a great knight named Benedick Aln and a warrior chosen by the god.

And those who follow the warrior are the heroes. They are the blind men chosen by God himself.

I want to kill you.

I want to break it.

I want to see how violent the explosion will be when the light they carry shatters.

This impulse belongs to no one.

It’s mine.

The explosion they will show as they are destroyed is so anticipated that it is difficult to suppress the urge to destroy.

“But I have to do it anyway. If not me, who will?”

“We do it.”

A knight blocks her path.

“Can you do it? You know what that little kid’s divinity means.”

“I’m already prepared to go to hell.”

“There are only crazy people around a crazy person.”

“You too♡ Sweaty crazy bitch♡”

When Rasha responded to Lucy’s provocation by swinging her fist, the impact was dispersed with a refreshing sound.

I held out my shield, waiting for the moment when the power would strike.

It’s not a coincidence. It was intentional.

Did you grow this much in just a few months?

Rasha swung her fist again, feeling a deep regret at having to destroy it already.

This time, unlike before, Lucy was pushed back with a heavy sound.

“If that’s all I can do, I’ll die.”

“It’s convincing because it’s being said by a bitch whose brain was eaten by muscles♡”

Even though she was distracted by Lucy, Rasha, who had caught the sword flying towards her neck, hurriedly gathered her arms together as she saw Arthur’s face and Frey swinging his sword while climbing onto his shoulder.

Blood drips from tiny wounds carved into her skin.

“What excuse are you going to make this time?”

“…Haha! Too bad I have no excuse!”

Starting with Rasha’s charge, the Pope’s knights and Lucy Allen’s party clashed.

Lucy draws attention with her insulting words to the god, and the party takes advantage of this gap to attack, inflicting wounds on the knights.

The knights injure the children on top of the huge impact caused by Rasha.

The magic they unleash on each other is holding them back, trying to heal their allies and create variables.

The clash between the two groups, which continued to advance and retreat like this, surprisingly seemed equal.

No, Lucy’s group seemed more advantageous to the Pope’s judgment.

Even though they must have been exhausted from their battle with the Apostles of the Evil God Agra, their momentum was fierce and the knights except for Rasha felt a hesitation that could not be hidden.

If we only consider objective power, they should not be pushed out.

They shouldn’t be equal either.

Rasha is one of the strongest monsters on the continent.

And the knights under the direct command of the Pope are considered powerful even when compared to the entire continent.

In contrast, Lucy Allen’s group is made up of children who have not yet become adults.

These are people who have incredible talent but have not yet become adults.

Those who had not yet fully developed their bodies had to endure the crushing force of the power that the Pope had originally brought with him.

Even if they have the restriction that they cannot kill anyone.

Even if the pangs of conscience that come from the depths of your heart are holding you back.

They should have won without much difficulty.

Under normal circumstances, that is.

The Pope, who was watching everything from a step behind, felt a miracle in the midst of the battle.

This confrontation must be happening because the first god, the highest god, and the best god, Jushin Armadi, is standing behind me.

The Lord wants to protect His apostles, and at the same time, He wants to stop what I want to do.

After asking himself this question several times, the Pope acknowledged this fact and buried his face in his hands, not paying any attention to the commotion around him.

The Pope’s shoulders, which had never moved even once, tremble.

Drops of water fall one by one between his fingers.

A voice almost sobbing is buried in the commotion.

How much time had passed? The Pope raised his face again and a smile appeared on his lips.

A smile so deep that it seems like it will be stuck on your lips forever.

“Oh, great Lord.”

The Pope was horrified at his rejection.

This was the god he had believed in for a long time.

This being, who gave up everything for the good, knowing that if left alone it would bring great benefit to him, was the great god in whom the Pope believed.

“Thank you for proving that my faith was right.”

The Pope, who had prayed with a trembling voice, entered the battlefield with a joyful heart.

Then a crack appeared.

Lucy, who had not lost her smile even in the midst of her opponent’s attacks, bites her lips.

Arthur, who had been looking around for where he should be, loses his composure.

Frey’s speed is slowly catching up, and Phoebe is too focused on healing to provide any other assistance.

As Joey’s balance collapses, he wages war against the knights who come before him, but is unable to help his friends.

Once the balance is broken, the further it tilts, the faster it falls.

And the moment you notice that the fall is accelerating, it’s over.

The balance has been upset.

“Okay. Everyone.”

The Pope, convinced that Lucy and her party were close to their limits, defeated the knights and stood before Lucy.

“Do you now agree to my appointing you as the Apostle of the Lord?”

“You can’t make decisions on your own at that age?♡ I guess your IQ has really declined♡”

The Pope smiled and asked the question, and at that moment Lucy lowered her shield and showed a sarcastic smile.

“So you believe in a sloppy pedophile♡ You have to have a weird brain to believe in a pervert who goes crazy because he wants to make girls wear bunny clothes, right?♡”

Lucy shook off the hand that was holding her back and stepped forward, poking the Pope in the stomach without saying a word.

“Maybe you sympathize with the pedophile♡ Are you horny?♡ Are you going to take me and suffocate me with your belly fat?♡”

Lucy’s provocation is not something you should say in a disadvantageous situation. It is even more unacceptable when you are planning to kidnap someone.

“You can’t do anything except press down with force and rape♡ Well, who would like a disgusting little brat like you♡”

Despite this, the reason Lucy continues to provoke her opponent is…

“Can you see your little thing?♡ It’s buried in the flesh so it’ll be hard to find♡”

“You’re trying to make me attack you, a non-friend.”

Because it is her duty.

“You want me to torture you into submission instead of your friends. It’s less painful for you that way.”

Tears flow from the Pope’s eyes once again.

The apostle chosen by the Lord is so noble.

He is good enough to save his friends no matter what happens to him. He is good enough to stand up for the world that has thrown him into hell.

If she is not qualified to be an apostle, who is?

“Apostle, I don’t ask for much. I just want you to look after my end.”

“If it’s about slitting the pig’s throat, I can do it right now♡”

“Haha. Sorry, but I can’t die from having my head blown off.”

“Huh♡ You’re scared?♡”

The Pope could not take his eyes off the gaze that looked up at him as if measuring him.

I was literally captivated.

The Pope’s gaze was fixed on Lucy as if the great God had restrained her.

“Huh~jeop♡”

That’s why the Pope didn’t notice the great sword flying towards his neck.

“Don’t move, Your Majesty.”

Benedict Allen.

One of the most threatening forces on the current continent.

The Pope smiled even as he met his eyes filled with anger.

“Still, we need to understand the situation.”

It wasn’t just the Pope who was subdued.

The Sword Master. The Apostle of the Arts Society. The Lord of Kent. The Second Queen. The Two Princes Who Had Been Left Outside. The Master of a Forest. The Queen of the Fairies. And the God of Darkness surrounded this place.

The dungeon collapsed in an instant, and they took advantage of that moment to launch a surprise attack. It wasn’t a coincidence that I lost consciousness for a moment at that time.

“Stupid daddy. You’re slow.”

“I’ll apologize later. Lucy.”

The apostle created this situation with the intention of creating it.

At what point did it start being induced?

I don’t know. It’s hard to even guess.

How can this person be so wonderfully noble and yet so capable?

I feel like crying again.

“Pope of the Church of the Lord. After giving up the piece of evil spirit, forget everything and step down.”

The Pope shrugged as Erginus warned him in a stern tone.

“We will keep it on our side.”

“Do I really need to tell you that if it weren’t for your position, you would have already lost your head?”

“I know. But I can’t give it to you. You can’t handle it.”

“Me?”

“O Archmage, remember that you were almost consumed by darkness. I know more about this than you do.”

“I may have shortcomings, but that doesn’t mean you can have them.”

The Pope’s stubbornness adds strength to the hands of many powerful people.

Even with the Pope, Rasha, and many great knights, it is difficult to overcome this predicament.

It would be best to back down, as Erginus generously suggested.

If it’s normal.

“No, I’m fine, Archmage.”

“Oh. Really? Why?”

“Before I answer, I have a question. Do you remember me?”

“Why should I remember you?”

“Your memory goes that far.”

In an unspeakable ominousness, Erginus blasted the Pope’s head, but soon after, the head that had disappeared returned in its original state.

As if there was no end to what he had experienced.

“Let me say hello again. I am an apostle of the evil god Agra, a person who believed in the main god and became the Pope, and a survivor of the mythical age.”

“…what?”

“And you are also an acquaintance of the great wizard Erginus, who created you. Erginus’ doll.”