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It was weird from the start.

The Apostle of Stinginess was clearly one of Chris Emir’s hidden trump cards, but why on earth did he suddenly appear in the middle of Rome and attract the attention of the world?

I didn’t have time to think much because the monster was running wild in the middle of the city, but I figured there had to be something going on.

Something important that you must aim for even at the risk of throwing away your spleen.

I found that a little funny.

Because the saint was by my side.

I was certain that if there was one thing Chris Emir wanted most here, it would be the Saintess, and I was confident that as long as she was around me, I would never be manipulated by her will.

thud!

I hurriedly entered the forbidden area with the saintess and looked at the empty bedroom with a blank expression.

The same goes for the saint who arrived a step later than me.

“F, Francis… .”

Even though the intruder had entered, the structure of the room did not change at all and he did not disappear.

Only Francis Meyer disappeared.

He is the only one who can no longer wake up because he burned his soul to save us.

“… … .”

Chris Emir’s arrogance comes from understanding.

Understanding and accepting the world, constantly evolving into a perfect being, and eventually reaching the peak.

It is highly likely that the guy even understood the aura of the saint who had struck me with such a chilling blow.

If I could just get my hands on it, I would be one step closer to perfection.

I even knew that.

I was on guard, thinking that at any moment the guy would point his sword at the Seven Pillars.

“Ah, Francis… !”

dump!

The saint, unable to overcome her suffering, sat down on the spot, covered her face, and sobbed.

We tried to protect everyone, but Francis Meyer was not included in that.

Because I believed.

As long as he’s here, he’ll be safe.

Absolute confidence sometimes turns into complacency.

We let our guard down, and they took advantage of that gap.

It’s bitter to say, but that’s the result.

“…Fuck.”

He sat down and hugged the shoulders of the saint who was crying like a child, cursing softly.

That’s all I could do right now.

* * *

The saint returned to the office, led by Kim Do-jin.

Her tears didn’t last long.

Because I knew better than anyone that there was something I had to do before I was sad.

The saintess carefully pushed away Kim Do-jin’s hand, which had been gently caressing her back and shoulders without stopping for even a moment while she was shedding tears, and spoke in a much calmer voice.

“… It’s okay now.”

Kim Do-jin’s hands being gathered.

I felt regretful when my hand finally fell off, but it was inevitable.

Thinking calmly and judging, his warm touch was poison.

She shook her head slightly to shake off her foolishness and continued speaking in a much colder voice.

“Francis is gone. No… , more accurately, he was kidnapped.”

“The culprit is obviously Chris Emir.”

The saint nodded, biting her lower lip hard as she recalled the face she had seen in America.

“There must be only one purpose for kidnapping Francis…”

“To reproduce the power the saintess gained… right?”

Chaos.

A destructive energy obtained by clashing the powers of the Seven Pillars of Destruction and the Seven Deadly Sins.

That power is certainly attractive.

It’s so good that I don’t regret doing something even if I throw away one of my secret cards.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

“… Now I have no choice but to admit it.”

A voice that has become extremely gloomy.

She came to a shocking realization through the kidnapping of Francis.

“The fact that there are traitors around me.”

And that too, very close by.

This was a natural thought.

The fact that Frances Meyer is lying unconscious in the Vatican’s secret quarters is information known only to a select few among her closest associates.

That’s why it was even harder to believe and more shocking.

Vatican or Guardians.

Somewhere in a place you thought was full of only good people, an ugly traitor was hiding.

That alone left her feeling quite driven.

I always greet people warmly whenever I meet them, and have pleasant conversations with them, and I suspect one of them, or maybe several of them.

Because she finds out that all the bright and kind smiles they showed her were fake.

Kim Do-jin made a suggestion because he was worried about her.

“How about leaving this job to me?”

“Okay… It’s okay.”

She refused.

“I know what Mr. Dojin is worried about.”

In the process of tracking down the traitor, she must have suffered a lot of emotional wounds.

And that’s not all.

Maybe I won’t be able to trust the people around me as they are now, and I might end up building a wall around them.

She was so afraid of it.

The fact that the person I trusted was so cunning and evil that he even deceived my own eyes.

I’m afraid that I might not be able to talk comfortably with anyone anymore.

“… But that makes me think I have to do it myself even more.”

Still, I shouldn’t have turned away.

What made him like that?

And for what reason did he betray himself and follow him?

We need to know it properly and fix it so that this kind of thing ends up happening once and for all.

She pulled herself together and quickly sorted out the situation.

“Tracking down on the traitor is urgent, but getting Mr. Francis back is even more urgent.”

The most urgent task was to bring back Francis Meyer.

But from the start, my steps were tied.

Because I had no idea where they were hiding or where to start searching.

If there is one silver lining in such a bleak situation, it is this.

“Probably he won’t be able to do anything to Francis right away.”

That Chris Emir can’t hurt Francis right now.

“Why?”

When she asked why, Kim Do-jin answered that it couldn’t be helped.

“No matter how much you understand it, putting it into practice is another matter.”

He clearly understood her spirit.

But that wasn’t all.

There is a stark gap between understanding something in your head and embodying it in your body.

Moreover, chaos is a dangerous force that can take away not only one’s life but everything one has if two powers collide with just the slightest mistake.

“From the perspective of having a lot, it would be impossible to hastily attempt fusion.”

“I see.”

The saint sighed in relief as he gave her a little more room to breathe after hearing his reasonable words, and her shoulders, which had been raised high up, slumped slightly.

Kim Do-jin continued speaking.

“One more thing that’s fortunate is that… , for those of us who don’t know where to start, there are some signposts that can give us some direction.”

“… Ah!”

She recalled.

The presence of Ayush, who was caught a little while ago.

If so, I will let you know.

Where is Chris Emir hiding?

No, at least I have to dig somewhere first to find him.

As she, whose body was ahead of her, tried to get up from her seat to immediately interrogate him, Kim Do-jin got up a step faster than her and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down firmly and making her sit back down.

“Dojin-ssi… ?”

The saint tilted her head as if in doubt.

Kim Do-jin smiled and answered her.

“Leave the interrogation to me and take a short break.”

Interrogation wasn’t her forte.

To be exact, it would be correct to say that it can never be a specialty.

The ability itself is great.

What could be more brutal than torturing someone in every way, then torturing them again after healing their body?

But it was too much for her personality.

Even if it was to save Francis, it would never be possible for him to become as poisonous as himself.

When she realized what he meant, she quickly relaxed and sat down to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I always owe you a lot, Dojin.”

Kim Do-jin shook his head, saying that was not the case, and smiled at her.

“This is all debt. So don’t feel too sorry.”

He paused for a moment and his gaze scanned the saint from head to toe.

The saint felt this and froze.

Kim Do-jin approaches her and whispers.

“I’ll get it all to you later.”

A saint who unknowingly falls for his scent and his deep voice tickling her ears, and then suddenly snaps out of it.

Her gaze turned back to Kim Do-jin, who had moved away.

I was curious.

Is this just some consolation thrown out to lighten my heavy heart?

Or was he really just mentioning ‘debt’ to take something from me?

She recalled his hot gaze that had once swept over her and, without realizing it, wished.

I hope it’s the latter.

Before I knew it, my body was burning with sinister thoughts.

“I’ll be back.”

Kim Do-jin left the room.

“Ah… … .”

She was unable to move for a while due to a tickling sensation as if bugs were crawling all over her body.