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Arthur, who had come to his senses, frowned at the sight around him.

It’s a dungeon. Did you fall into the darkness and enter the dungeon below?

It’s not that surprising, since I’ve had similar experiences with Lucy Allen so many times.

Dungeons are made to be conquered, so they probably aren’t meant to keep us locked in forever. If we conquer this dungeon, we’ll be able to get out.

Since this was done by the power of the evil spirit, only Lucy Allen will remain outside.

…So does that mean he’s dealing with the Pope alone?

Lucy Allen isn’t one to be easily defeated, but she’s not a good opponent.

How long can we hold out alone against an enemy that we could only deal with by rushing together?

Arthur, recalling Lucy crying sadly one day, clicked his tongue and looked around urgently.

It’s okay. The thing I’ve been doing so far is clearing dungeons.

I may not be able to do as well as Lucy Allen, but I can keep up with her pace.

No. You shouldn’t have this kind of mindset in the first place.

“Be the first to escape.”

My goal is to beat Lucy Allen.

*

As soon as Joey realized that he had fallen into a dungeon, he blinked and thought of Lucy.

She who stood in the darkness until the end.

Joey knows.

That even though she may seem infinitely trustworthy, she is fragile.

That I shed tears in the face of fear.

And yet, in the end, something will happen.

Joy, who remembered Lucy crying sadly just like when she saved him, looked around urgently and dispersed the darkness.

No. I don’t want to see Lucy cry again. I tried my best to avoid it.

I’ve done my best to help Lucy. I’ve been working hard to help Lucy! Now it’s time to show the results.

There is no need for normal attack methods.

All that’s needed is speed.

I will do whatever it takes to get back to Lucy’s side.

certainly.

She looked around with a face more emotionless than ever, the dungeon walls engulfed in darkness.

The appearance was so sinister and scary that it was more fitting to call him an apostle of darkness than a wizard.

*

Youngae. When Faby opened her eyes, the first face that came to mind was that of her trusted friend.

No. I should have stayed by Young-ae’s side.

Even in situations where others were falling, I, who had received the power of purification, had to stay by that person’s side and help him!

Faby, who was frantically looking around, suddenly calmed down when she felt the warmth inside the holy relic in her hand.

There’s nothing I can do about regretting the past.

What matters is what must be done right now.

Somehow I can quickly get back to Yeong-ae and help her!

Taking a deep breath, Faby raised the divine spear with both hands.

“I will go. Definitely.”

*

Frey sat up leisurely, stared blankly at the surrounding dungeon, then drew his sword.

She didn’t have the same worries as others.

Frey had no self-reproach. All he had was the will to do what had to be done.

“I guess I can do whatever I want now?”

With that thought in mind, Frey drew his sword, cut through the dungeon wall, and calmly headed forward.

Just do as your intuition tells you.

Just go forward.

*

The pain in my broken arm keeps making me want to scream.

However, when I heard that, I felt like the man in front of me would laugh, so I gritted my teeth and endured it.

“You didn’t expect this, did you?”

The moment I saw the Pope’s calm face, I realized that everything was meaningless.

Whether you scream or hold it in, the Pope will be happy either way since he has already taken a hit.

Because you’re such a fucking pervert.

The curses rising in my mind eased my pain.

I create a wall between us using divine magic and put some distance between us.

I felt a cold sweat running down my face from the pain I felt while healing my broken arm, but I suppressed it.

What happened to me was too big to care about pain.

“You didn’t expect that. Haha. It’s fun. As expected, miracles come to those who do their best.”

I instinctively turned my head to follow the voice I heard next to me, but by then a fist was already flying.

The body, unable to withstand the shock, floats into the air and then falls into the darkness.

“Hmm. The surrounding fairies must have played a big role. Who would have thought that the apostle would be this helpless without them?”

I forced myself to stand up, holding onto my blinking mind.

Ah. Damn. I can’t see anything around me. The fairy must have disappeared.

In the first-person perspective that had returned, I saw the Pope smiling slowly.

“They won’t come back easily. There’s nothing there that gives the fairy power.”

So the problem isn’t their return, but their survival?

A moment of hesitation arose from a sudden surge of worry, and the Pope, not missing that moment, stepped forward toward me.

I raised my shield as I saw a fist flying towards my stomach, but this time the Pope’s fist missed my shield and landed on my stomach.

The armor, which was not like armor to begin with, could not absorb the shock properly, and for a moment, I lost consciousness.

As I was crawling on the floor holding onto my stomach, the Pope politely lifted me up, grabbed me by the collar, and threw me up into the air.

After an endless rise, the ground suddenly appeared and shocked my body.

Now even screams could not escape my mouth.

It’s as if my speech organs have been destroyed, and all that comes out of my mouth is stupid words.

“Oh. The power is shaking.”

As the pain continued, fear began to rise in my heart.

The fear that I had recently forgotten is slowly creeping up my spine.

The words “scary”, “afraid”, “horror”, and “want to run away” are engraved into every single brain cell, preventing us from thinking about anything else.

As I was trying to ignore all that and stagger to my feet, I saw my hands shaking.

That hand, which couldn’t even hold a mace properly, meant one thing.

That I had admitted defeat deep down.

“… Hurts. Hurts. Hurts.”

The mace and shield he was holding in both hands fell.

“I don’t want to die.”

Two trembling hands grab his head.

“I hate being sick. I hate being scared.”

As I was trying to stand up, my legs gave out and I ended up collapsing to the floor.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. Please save me. Please. I’ll do anything. So please.”

A wicked hand grabs my hair and forces my face up.

“No.”

The fear in the man’s eyes, with his veins raised, grows bigger and bigger.

Because of that, I averted my gaze without realizing it, and the man shouted with strength in his throat.

“That’s not it.”

Tears naturally flowed out as the fear grew even greater.

A sobbing sound escaped my lips. The words begging to be saved were added to the sobbing.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Lord Apostle! You shouldn’t do that! You, my trial! You, who must kill me!”

The Pope slapped me in the face and rebuked me, but that did not appease the fear that was welling up in me.

It was impossible to fight off the waves on the shore where the tsunami had already risen.

How can we quickly overcome the fear that has spread throughout the city, with the breakwaters breaking and sand engulfing us?

“This won’t do! ”

The Pope threw me to the floor and started to stomp on me as if he couldn’t control his anger.

Flesh is torn. Bones are broken. Internal organs are crushed.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts!

sorry.

sorry.

I was wrong.

Please forgive me.

I want to live.

I don’t want to die.

“Your years are the apostles of the Lord! They are beings that should never be destroyed! What are you going to do if you seek your life from the enemy and devote yourself to evil!”

Someone please help me!

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

I’m so sick I think I’m going to die.

Mom. Dad. Where did you go?

I’m so sick. It’s hard.

I don’t think I can get up.

Please. Please. Someone. Anyone. Me.

“Get that foot out of the way.”

I turned my head, trembling at the low, sharp voice coming from beside me, and saw darkness and a cane rolling around on the floor. Curly blond hair. Bloodshot blue eyes.

The eyes that were filled with hatred towards the other person were filled with compassion as the pain disappeared.

“Lucy. It’s okay now.”

“Get out! Bitch! The Lord’s apostle must overcome the ordeal alone! That’s the only way it’ll make sense!”

“Shouldn’t you stop talking nonsense? Who says they can overcome all the trials alone?”

“Get out again!”

Darkness fell beneath Joy, and she reached out desperately in the fear that she might disappear.

But what I was worried about didn’t happen.

It was the power of someone other than me that radiated warm light and bitten the darkness.

I turned my head again to follow the light, and a woman with dirty white clothes and disheveled hair that was slightly dirty after countless battles, but still pure and white and beautiful, looked at me with eyes full of guilt.

“I’m sorry. I left you alone. But not anymore. I will stay by your side for the rest of my life. Even if it costs me my life.”

But that guilt quickly turned into compassion and will, sustaining my heart.

“Saint! You must know! Trials are something that must be overcome alone!”

“When you taught me, I did. But now I know it was wrong. You fool. Isn’t it time you admitted your mistake?”

“Wrong? I was wrong? How dare you say something like that when I created you!”

In an instant, the evil god’s fist, which had closed the distance, tried to reach Faby, but a shield that appeared from somewhere absorbed the impact.

“Damn. I don’t know why it’s so hard to imitate Lucy Allen!”

The man who had been pushed back by pain and had stood firm on the ground looked at me and was silent for a moment before forcing a smile.

“What a precious sight! I should take a picture!”

“3 King… No. Arthur. Do you want to die?”

“3 Prince. I guess you need a sermon.”

“Just kidding! Just kidding! I brought it up to lighten the mood, why are you taking it so seriously!”

“Damn things. They don’t even know that they’ve overthrown the apostles of the Lord. They’re so proud.”

“Noisy.”

The prosecutor who cut open the Pope’s mouth and cut it into pieces to muffle his voice came to me, ignoring the gazes of others, and carefully helped me up.

“Lucy. Are you okay?”

I was so surprised to see Frey, who I thought would never say such a thing, looking at me with such worried eyes that I stopped crying.

The emotion called fear can be covered by another emotion entirely.

“Of course it’s okay. Stupid Frey.”

“Fray. Yeah! I’m Fray! You’re such an idiot!”

While I was staggering to my feet, Faby healed my body.

Her healing magic, unlike mine, felt no pain at all.

The moment the healing was over, Joy stumbled as she tried to pick up my weapon.

Eventually, she, who had strengthened her magical powers with her body, coughed in vain and raised the mace and shield that were handed to her.

“Dare. Dare. Dare.”

I wiped my face and stood in front of everyone with my usual smile.

“That’s why you’re a loner♡ You piece of shit♡”