episode_0003

It’s bullshit.

This is the most ridiculous nonsense I have ever heard. This is even more nonsense than expressing dog speech in human language.

To say such words with such sincerity makes me really curious about what was in the saint’s head.

“Sigh.”

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because the noble saint told a joke that would be considered third-rate.”

“I learned that the most precious things are in the lowest places.”

“I guess idealism is taught in the Holy Kingdom?”

“… … .”

In fact, what the saint just said cannot be considered idealism.

Is there energy in love? Does it have a shape? Does it have mass? Do you have magical powers?

Love is an invincible thing. Things that don’t know how to express their instinctive desires are just putting on a show to express them in a noble way. The essence of love is ugly lust.

So it’s low. Because the etymology is derived from lies.

That’s why I don’t understand. How on earth did the saint treat my vocal cords?

With divine power that causes demons to convulse just by touching them, how was it healed so perfectly without any pain?

“Love and idealism are different.”

“I think living in an empty delusion is worse than idealism, right?”

“Even if it’s a delusion, it doesn’t matter. I just move forward according to the Lord’s will.”

“You really like me.”

Perhaps, the saint was not aware of her own abilities.

Considering her name, she is one of the top five saints on the continent. I have about ten fingers at most.

You may be mistaken in thinking that your ability to break even the laws of the world is due to something absurd, such as love. Considering the saint’s low intelligence, this is a very possible hypothesis.

“Now, stop thinking strange things and tell me what you promised.”

Perhaps sensing my suspicious expression, the saint smiled brightly and touched her lips.

“What agreement?”

“The reason you came here.”

“Oh, that?”

“If you are reflecting, I will take responsibility and help you.”

It is clear that the saint is a persistent woman.

Still, there’s nothing I can’t tell you, so I think it would be better to answer. It’s not that I don’t like talking to her in this boring place, but I just hate being bothered too much.

“You don’t need to help since you don’t reflect at all. And, my crime is the same as yours.”

“If you’re like me… .”

“lèse majesty, the devil put that in there. Damn it, I’ve captured more than three of the devil’s weaknesses, but I’m stuck here with no time to do anything, so they’re all useless.”

“Lewdness? Or do you believe in the Lord?”

“Don’t have unreasonable expectations. Because the god I believe in is a demon god.”

When he said it sarcastically, the saintess seemed a little disappointed. Then who do you trust if you don’t trust the devil?

“I still don’t understand? Where is the demon who was as faithful as me?”

“Were you faithful?”

“Why don’t you believe it?”

“Honestly, a little… Still, I’m glad. Having a strong belief in something and relying on it is a good support.”

The saint sighed. It seems like he is truly happy. How long has it been since you last met that you think of me like that?

She is truly a very generous woman. It’s so pathetic.

Suddenly, a mischievous desire to shatter that foolishness and peace of mind arose. It is the desire for destruction as a demon. I also hated seeing the saintly woman who kept talking nonsense about love or something.

“That’s how faithful I was. Whenever I got angry, I would curse at the devil instead of smashing something.”

“… … .”

“I even stole lycanthropes to be used in ancestral rites and made soup with them. When I didn’t have anything to say at a drinking party, I would tell dirty jokes to the person I was drinking. Ah, really, I was an extremely faithful demon?”

Even when his limbs are restrained, he thinks of realizing his desire for destruction through words. I am also a really great guy.

Of course, it is true that I am a faithful demon. That’s true compared to other guys.

*****

I was a bully.

Anyway, what does the word “boyfriend” mean? Isn’t this a term used to describe a mean, mean person who behaves like a bastard?

So I am the perfect bully. A gangster with very little strength. That’s me.

The guy who touched me got revenge in the same way. The guy who messed with my family messed with my family in the same way. For a guy without a family, something more precious than his family was taken away.

An example is the elves’ burning of the great forests and felling of the world trees.

However, if you were to say that he was a naked man running wild and unable to understand the world, that is not the case. I was a typical strong and weak weak person. He clung to the strong and showed no mercy to the weak.

But perhaps because of my nature, I hated being attached to someone. I hated bowing down to others, and I hated being bullied by others.

So I gained strength.

Although it is strong and weak, I made sure that there is only one person in the world who is stronger than me. That is the devil. A transcendent being that cannot be surpassed.

Unless you are a demon lord, even if you are a demon god, you cannot look down on me. I made it like that.

I was just a bully who did whatever he wanted, but I wasn’t a colt who let loose the reins. At least I knew what to do. It was far from sloppy.

When I slept, I wore an 11-layer protective shield that even an 8th circle wizard would find difficult, and I only had people by my side who I had been with for at least 20 years, and even if they were demon lords, as long as they were people around me, I always took advantage of their weaknesses.

Well, wasn’t it quite detailed? Although he is currently a death row inmate in Tartarus, a prison from which escape is impossible, with his limbs tied to the north, south, east, and west, as if he were being hung in a row.

… As I approach the end of my life, I feel like I have a lot to think about. When I see these useless thoughts come to mind.

“I pray to the Lord.”

The saint is praying in the corner.

The soft rays of light flowing along her body line brighten the gloomy darkness a little.

“Thank you for giving us precious food for daily use.”

“Saint, our food is provided by the jailer. Not that proud state.”

“… Please show mercy and grace to that poor sheep. It’s a poor sheep that has nowhere to go.”

“… … .”

Even though she is a saint of the sun, this place is a fiery hell. It’s hot enough, so why kneel down to warm yourself?

Anyway, he is an abnormal human being. Maybe I had a head injury when I was young.

“Hey, saintess. I have one question.”

“Tell me.”

At the words she heard, the saint broke off her engrossed prayer. She had a bright smile on her lips, as if she was quite happy that I had a question.

Of course, the saint is always smiling, so it’s not a sure thing.

“That rosary.”

“Yes.”

“Why is it black? Is it covered in grime?”

“Are you talking about this thing I’m holding in my hand?”

In response, the saint lifted up the rosary she was holding in her hand. Amidst the halo of light, a cross with an appealing black color stood out.

“Yes, that. Priests usually wear pure white rosaries, which signify nobility, or golden rosaries, which signify holiness.”

“Most people are like that.”

The saint held the rosary in her arms as if it were something precious. It looked just like when he took me in his arms earlier.

“But for me… They have an important duty to care for the poor sheep that they cannot afford to care for. The black rosary is a symbol of that meaning.”

“Are you talking about the trash in the back alleys?”

“This refers to those who are marginalized in the shadows where no light shines.”

“Damn, if they hear it, they’ll snort. How vicious are the people who live in the back alleys.”

“So we need to be more inclusive. Like this black rosary. Or, like you.”

Who is going to help whom with a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his eye?

The moment I was about to raise a dissatisfied question, the iron door of the prison, which had been closed ever since the saint entered, opened.

Is it already meal time? There are still about two hours left.

Once I tasted the soft bread the saint gave me, I could no longer look at any other bread.

… Surely he’s not a newbie again? I hate it more than dying.

The saintess that exists now is enough to bother me, but if someone like the elf queen or emperor comes in, I’ll turn around.

What put an end to my worries was the voice of Celt the next moment.

“Saint, a request has been received for a visit.”

What was heard was the quiet call of the Celts.

Visit… Since I entered Tartarus, there has not been a single visitor, so even if I knew about it, there was no use for it. In Tartarus, visits are usually held between the visitor and the prisoner, with only the iron bars between them.

···It’s not like I don’t have any friends. That’s what the original demon race was like. There’s no reason to go to strange meetings among demons.

Huh.

Anyway, upon hearing that she is a visitor, the saintess is preparing to greet her with a smile full of anticipation. Even though I don’t know it, the bandage is dripping with blood and it’s extremely ugly.

“Visiting? Please come in.”

In response to the saint’s answer, Celt opened the iron door completely and entered Tartarus. Next to him, a human male was standing upright.

As everyone knows, Tartarus is a hot place comparable to magma. That human standing unharmed in Tartarus would be at the level of a Celt, no matter how low you put it.

Jeopuk-.

The man took a step forward with Kelt. confident. A single visitor is ahead of the guards of Tartarus. It’s not so majestic, it’s almost arrogant.

One, he is a human being who deserves it.

“Now that I have no eyesight to see, I cannot recognize the guest who came to visit so rudely.”

At the same time as the saintess’s low voice, the light from the door opening illuminated the man’s face.

A face I was familiar with sparkled with a halo of light. No, he was a person known not only to me but to the entire continent.

Vincent, a traitor to the country.

A traitor who hates humans, curses elves, and is even wanted by dragons.

… At the same time, he is a man of great standing who rose to the position of commander of the Demon King’s army as a human. Even with me, we’ve met each other a few times.

Among the information that Vincent handed over to the Demon King’s army, there was a lot of top-secret information about the empire that would have been obtained at a cost of thousands of dollars. This is the biggest reason why he was able to hit the highway of promotion in the Demon King’s Army.

Of course, from the Continental Allied Forces’ perspective, it was the number one target to be eliminated and killed at all costs. The fact that he is still alive even after the long war is over proves Vincent’s ability to manage his life.

Being a traitor to the country is not something that just anyone can do.

“Do I have to reveal the identity of the person involved?”

Vincent looked at the saint and asked quietly.

It must be uncomfortable. I don’t know what the purpose of his visit to the Saint of the Sun was, but the Saint was the head of the continent who never abandoned the Continental Army until the end.

It is obvious that he would be angry if he found out that the person he was visiting was a traitor.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. I don’t force you to choose.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, the saint gave the visitor a chance.

“… No, anyway, if I want to talk about business, I have to reveal my identity. I will tell you in peace.”

However, for whatever purpose the visitor had, he declined the opportunity. Then, he stood proudly in front of the saint with the thick bars between him and her.

I just watched quietly from behind them. Inside Tartarus, I was immersed in darkness, so Vincent couldn’t see me.

It’s a shame, I think a funny situation would have happened if they had seen me. Something terrible might have happened if the saint found out my identity.

“The boy’s name is said to be Vincent.”

Vincent spoke in a dry voice without any emotion.

The saintess smiled brightly and answered.

“In my head, there are ten people with the name Vincent.”

“You can think of the most hated person among them.”

“Hate… You express yourself using ugly words.”

“That’s what the world, people, and continent call small people. Every single person, everyone.”

The saint’s pale face changed subtly. My face, which was already pale, became slightly whiter.

“You were Vincent, the commander of the Demon King’s army.”

“You are the first ‘person’ to treat a person with respect even after knowing their identity.”

“It’s an honor.”

“Small people are more honored.”

That was it. The saint did not show hostility or exude an air of contempt. The warm and gentle air that was revealed to me flows down through the bars of Tartarus.

At that, traitor Vincent was quite surprised. His black pupils trembled slightly.

“But why did the commander of the Demon King’s Army come to see me, a death row inmate?”

“I came to you despite being rude in order to get help.”

“Help?”

Wow, this is shameless. For some reason the saint was imprisoned in Tartarus. Even if Vincent had not handed over valuable information such as the Continental Army, especially the Empire’s byways, to the Demon King’s Army, the Continental Army would not have collapsed so vainly.

Oh, of course the war was fierce. When I say it is futile, it is only in comparison to the ‘original Continental Army.’ If it had been a ruinous war just because of one traitor, it wouldn’t have been called a war in the first place.

“I heard that the saint’s white insight contains the best insight and wisdom in the world.”

“It’s an exaggerated rumor. It’s an undeserved modifier.”

“Still, you are not enough to give an answer to the difficult problem this foolish person is going through.”

“… First of all, let’s talk first.”

Vincent nodded briefly. Although the saint could not see it directly, she roughly read it through the air currents and atmosphere.

“As you know, Soin was a man of the empire. The saint was the daughter of Seongguk.”

“Umm… The expression ‘daughter’ is a bit shameful. I, too, was just one of the Lord’s people like everyone else.”

“Soin hated the empire. I thought it was a country that deserved to be destroyed, and when the Demon King’s army invaded the continent, I believed that it was right.”

Vincent was not embarrassed and spoke clearly. However, the sweat on the back of his neck, which was not visible from the saint’s angle and was visible only to me watching from behind, was showing Vincent’s nervousness.

“In the end, the small man’s wish came true, and the mighty empire crumbled like a grain of sand. The officials were scattered, the emperor was killed by an assassin sent by the Demon King’s army, and it was finally disintegrated due to the plot of a devil called Joker.”

“I hope you like it.”

“… I thought so too, but in reality it wasn’t good at all.”

For your information, I like Vincent very much.

Since I was the second-in-command in the Demon King’s army, isn’t it natural for me to like him, who was a traitor to the empire? No, that’s not the only reason I love Vincent.

There are countless groups of humans, and among them, there are so many of them that they even get hit by their feet when they cling to the strong. The reason Vincent is famous is because he was the first renegade and the person who rose to the highest rank.

I don’t like all renegades. Rather, I hate such shabby villains. Is there any charm in ugly and pathetic things?

But Vincent is different.

“When I actually got to grips with it, the Demon King’s world was an even worse hell than the Empire. I didn’t do it without knowing that, but now I feel a little skeptical about whether the choice I made at the time was the right one.”

“You are in the agony of regret.”

“So, please tell me the answer. Isn’t the saint the wisest person on the continent? I have no doubt that this stupid agony of a small person will disappear in an instant.”

The saintess has a faint smile. I guess the repeated sincere compliments made me feel good inside.

With only one bar between them, Vincent looked at the saint with earnest eyes, as if she were the only window of salvation. Well, since he had a very hard personality, it didn’t really stand out.

Vincent is stubborn and blunt. It can be said that he is a principled person. Why did he betray the empire and join the Demon King’s army?

“Do you regret betraying the empire?”

“No, that is absolutely not the case. I just had some doubts about whether the choice at the time was the right one.”

“You came all the way to the Tower of Babel to see me just because of a question.”

“… Actually.”

Suddenly, Vincent lifted the top that was covering his abdomen.

Six pieces of abs that looked quite smooth and firm were clearly exposed. The gap between the eyes of Kelt and I, who were watching, narrowed slightly.

There is a faint scent of blood. A scent that heightens battle and promotes violence. That’s what was oozing from Vincent’s abdomen, which had three red holes.

The saint was not only blind, but her nose was also affected. The saintess’s eyebrows narrowed as she smelled the scent of blood.

“I’ve been so careful… How difficult is it to endure tens of millions of resentments forever?”

“It looks like you were hit in a bad area.”

I’m barely holding on with all my “ energy, but even that’s only 5 minutes.”

“You came to spend your precious time with me like honey water.”

“Anyway, small people have no family or anything. The remnants of the empire made everyone around me disappear.”

“… .”

“I believed I had avoided it well, but that wasn’t the case. Since the outcome of the war was decided anyway, the Empire deliberately did not kill this shameful traitor. Subordinates, family, colleagues… After killing and isolating everyone around him, he punished them at a time when the continent was completely occupied and most excited.”

Oh, I didn’t know that. For some reason, it seemed like Vincent’s lieutenant was changing every day. That’s what the remnants of the empire did.

The war will be lost anyway, so I’m going to end the traitor’s life. It is a very harsh imperial method. Knowing that I was the one who brought down such a nation, I feel proud of myself once again.

“I was about to enjoy the winner’s banquet as usual, but the muzzle of the gun in the corner glowed. There were about three flashes of light like cigarette lights. Bang, bang, bang. The person who fired the gun was killed immediately, but the bullet fired by the Empire pierced the boy’s lungs and intestines.”

“Have you not thought about going to priests and getting treatment?”

“Quuk, do you believe that they will exercise their divine power for the small people?”

The empire that was the strongest on the continent collapsed, and other countries and races followed the path of destruction one by one. The Holy Kingdom where the saints and priests belonged was one of them.

“Shameless. The saint must hate petty people. But at the last moment, the only thing that came to mind was the saint.”

“Is that so.”

“I think it is truly unfortunate that the kingdom collapsed due to the actions of a small person. It wasn’t something I did unexpectedly, but as a small person, I couldn’t help it.”

The saint’s eyebrows twitch slightly. In the conversation about Seongguk, your hometown, Seongguk, seems to come to mind.

“… Alternative.”

In a slightly shaking voice, the saintess purses her lips.

“Why on earth did you betray the empire?”

I guessed that Vincent would probably be around here. The saint asks, suppressing her angry feelings.

“The empire was a strong country. It was a country that ran like a machine in front of the strict laws issued by the emperor, and did not dare to even dream of corruption. Why did you betray such an empire?”

A question in a low tone. However, the emotions contained within are quite passionate.

The saint never understands Vincent. Although she experienced the ravages of war, the saint was ultimately a human being who grew up in the flower garden of the protection of the Holy Kingdom.

I told you earlier that I like Vincent, right?

That’s because he has one thing that is different from other ‘renegades’.

“Why did you betray the empire? You are asking an obvious question.”

“Of course… ?”

After a brief pause, the traitor bitterly opens his mouth.

“The empire did not treat me as a human being.”

“… .”

Yeah, that one.

Vincent was a slave in the Empire.

The lowest class of society who are treated as objects, livestock, and animals rather than people.

When guests come to the house, it becomes a source of entertainment, and the bottom scum lives a worse life than the drug dealers in Harlem.

This is the treatment Vincent received from the empire.

“I just didn’t treat them like a country.”

“That… Ah.”

I don’t like sloppy villains. The same goes for villains who seek money, fame, and power. Isn’t that kind of boring?

Most of the people who joined the Demon King’s army were of that type. He says he will be loyal to the Demon King, that he has admired the Demon King from long ago, and all he does is pay lip service. I’ve never seen a case where that holds true even in the face of death.

But Vincent is different. What he harbors against the Empire is a deep-rooted desire for revenge. He is not a petty opportunist. If Vincent had been an opportunist, he would not have fought on the front lines, risking his life in every battle, and he would not have been promoted radically or risen to the rank of corps commander.

That’s why I like Vincent. Villains with a desire for revenge may be boring, but the reason classics are classics is because they are charming.

You think that you are only taking just revenge, but in the end, once your revenge is over, you can find yourself in the mirror, transformed into the same person as the people you hated so much.

What an attractive villain this is.

“You were a person with a pitiful story.”

“If you were a saint, I think you would easily show sympathy to someone like a small person.”

“Where in the world is there a sheep without a story?”

“Knowing that, I believe you will be able to answer Soin’s questions.”

“Umm… .”

“Was it right for Soin to destroy the empire? No matter how trashy the country was, did it have to be protected just because it was the mother country?”

The question is wrong.

Vincent himself does not know it, but the agony he is in is not regret about his choices. That kind of thing doesn’t suit a principled person like him.

Vincent’s concern is not regret, but that he has become a ‘villain’ like the Empire.

Since the person who hated the empire had become like the empire, deep self-hatred must have welled up every time he looked in the mirror. This is a common saying among plural villains.

If I were a remnant of the Empire, I wouldn’t have killed Vincent. Even if left alone, he would not have been able to enjoy wealth and fame, and would have ended his life by suicide in an endless swamp of self-destruction.

The most painful death is not burning at the stake, beheading, or gunshot wounds, but suicide. Suicide is a choice made when life becomes more painful than death, and those who commit suicide die after suffering worse than death.

“Umm… .”

Did the saint really realize Vincent’s true situation?

“I am not a prophet who predicts the future. Much less a scholar who brings up past events.”

huh? What are you trying to say by criticizing such noble nonsense?

“I am just a foolish sheep who has been commanded by the Lord to heal people and purify this world.”

“… Are you saying that not even a saint in the world can tell you the answer?”

“You must find your own answer. However, I hope you can find the answer.”

Ugh-.

A white light blooms from the saint’s hand. This is the light that was used to treat my neck, which was causing boiling pain. The ever more divine and merciful hand of light approaches Vincent little by little.

A halo of light that he called ‘love’ in his own words.

“What are you trying to do, saintess?”

“Please understand that this is all I know how to do. It is a precious mission that the Lord gave me when he gave birth to me.”

“… I asked for an answer, but he gave me something wrong.”

Ugh-.

Vincent didn’t resist like I did before. Even though he is the commander of the Demon World Corps and all, he was born human. It could be because it’s either death or destruction anyway.

The bud of light grown by the saint lands on Vincent’s affected area. Bright dew seeps through the red circles in the three rooms. Vincent speaks.

“Saint, why are you saving a small person?”

The saint’s divine power was powerful. Vincent’s wounds began to heal in an instant, and little by little new vitality appeared on his face.

Vincent continues as if he doesn’t understand.

“Little people are traitors. She abandoned the continent, and although it was not her intention, it had a huge impact on the defeat of the Holy Kingdom to which she belonged. Why do you want to save me from the clutches of death?”

“That’s… … .”

“Ah, does this mean that instead of dying like this, I should come back to life and experience the pain of life forever? Then I will accept it. I consider it a reward for giving precious divine power that no one else would give to a small person… … .”

“Could it be possible?”

The saint shook her head and answered.

“If there is a sick person in front of you, treat them. Whether it is a sinner, a traitor, a mute beast, or an enemy general once encountered on the battlefield, discrimination may be included in emotions, but sacred power must not contain discrimination based on personal emotions.”

Wow, that is a true saint. I let out a silent exclamation.

“… Show mercy even to traitors.”

Ugh… Sharak-.

Vincent, whose pierced internal organs and skin had all healed before he knew it, stroked his abdomen with a bewildered look on his face. And then he muttered in a loud voice. As if he was quite impressed.

“I have never seen a priest like you.”

“Is that so? In this world, there must be countless saints who are better than me.”

“No, even if you bring all the priests in the world, they will not heal the traitor.”

“The Lord said. To love your enemies. As the Lord’s people, I can only follow silently.”

Wow, you are a true believer, really.

Let’s love even our enemies. I think I know the biggest defeat the saint suffered in losing the war. If you inject trivial things like mercy and love into the war, you will be defeated.

Well, even if I had fought with a cold-blooded attitude without blood or tears, I would have lost in the end because of the insurmountable wall called the Demon King.

“Love your enemies… May I ask what it is called in the Holy Kingdom?”

Is it because I just received salvation? The traitor asked with red eyes. There was a strange sparkle in his eyes that I had never seen before in him.

What I instilled in Vincent during my time in the Demon King Army was madness, malice, and a desire for revenge. that… like… … .

“I’ve never heard anything like that from anyone. However, it must be unusual for Idaji to feel excited upon hearing this for the first time.”

A soft ray of light flowing through the body of a saint.

It looked exactly like it.

“We do it”

The saintess stopped speaking at a tempo and looked in my direction. It would be difficult to say that he saw it since he had no eyes, but he said it while facing the direction I was in. As if he was explaining something to me without even asking a question.

“It’s called inclusion.”

Embrace, a short, simple word of two syllables. Vincent, who heard this, closed his eyes for a moment, then quietly opened them and took a step back.

“… I guess so. I learned something valuable today.”

“Do you want to go?”

“The job of a corps commander is not a leisurely job that can be left vacant for that long.”

“Yes, please don’t forget what you learned from me.”

As if being busy wasn’t an exaggeration, Vincent hurried out of Tartarus. His gait, which was flawless when he came in, became more cheerful and straight than anyone else in the world when it was time to leave. The overflowing vitality and vitality remained as remnants in Tartarus, which was extremely dark.

“It’s a pity.”

When the lingering feelings of betrayal had not yet subsided, the saint returned to her place and opened her mouth. She looked slightly gaunt and pale than before.

“What.”

“If that person had grown up in the right conditions, he would not have sold his country.”

“Well, you don’t know about human life. Also, I don’t know if I will turn into a traitor even if I do well. There are a lot of guys like that, right?”

“Umm… They probably have their own stories too.”

“Your head is just like a flower garden. The saint.”

The saint slowly approached me and knelt down next to me. Why, what are you doing?

“I wanted to embrace people like that.”

“Really?”

“Those who are in places where the Lord’s grace cannot reach… So, until the war broke out, I traveled all over the continent and visited the darkest places, and I only resent the fact that I have only one body.”

“That’s something that can’t be helped. If you’re dissatisfied, create something like a homunculus. Our faithful saint would not even dare to do such a thing.”

“… Why do you mean making such a terrible thing, an android?”

“I’m just saying it. Listen and pour.”

The saintess nodded her head in agreement. A slightly lighter halo of light than before Vincent arrived surrounds her entire body. It is the unique light of Tartarus, which is extremely dark.

“Ah, it reminds me of the old days.”

“Is this just old thinking?”

“Yes, the place where I was born, the Devil’s Egg, is a very dark and violent place. Being in Tartarus reminds me of that time. Although I don’t really miss the passionate madness and hot blood.”

When I spoke with eyes filled with sorrow, the saintess slightly lowered her head and pursed her lips.

“… You, like everyone else, have a sad past.”

“… ? What, why are you suddenly making arbitrary conclusions about other people’s past?”

“Do you think you had a happy past?”

“Then, what a happy family I grew up in. Why do you treat others like misfortune?”

“I was rude, I apologize.”

The saint bowed her head toward the empty space next to me.

It was a very polite gesture, but the flaw was that he couldn’t see what was ahead and apologized in the wrong place. Bloody, meaningless arsenic leaked out. I opened my mouth as if teasing her.

“I can tell you how happy our family was. First of all, my older sister had her head cut off by humans and her head was thrown away in the street. The dragons beheaded my mother and threw her to the orcs as food.”

“… … .”

“My father was burned by the elves. What do you think? Isn’t this a happy family? Probably none of the demons grew up in a family as wealthy as me, right?”

The desire like a bad boy rises again. I really need to quit this kind of thing quickly. It’s not easy because it’s so fun to make fun of people.

Now, our noble and merciful Saint Mary. How will you react this time?

I played with you twice. Aren’t you angry? Can your proud love be displayed safely even in the midst of anger that shakes your composure?

“… You.”

Oh no, the voice wasn’t that excited. I guess the saint wasn’t as furious as I expected.

However, seeing as his voice was slightly trembling, he seemed to be somewhat heated.

Yes, try to be a little annoyed. Destroy that hateful embrace you speak of with your own hands. The moment you complain even once, I will use that as a clue to reveal your dark inner self.

“There was a lot of lump inside.”

… huh?

“As we know, tantrums are blown away with love. I will accept it all, so please tell me all the anger and trauma that is eating you away.”

Saying that, the saint lifted my head and placed it on her lap. I could feel my skinny thighs, which could never be called fleshy, through my backbone.

In addition, the soft and tough feel of the ink-colored nun’s robe that covers it.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Your sadness, your pain. Please solve everything for me. Even though you are the most corrupt of God’s creatures, I, as God’s apostle, have the duty to guide even you.”

An unfamiliar sensation coiled around my head like a snake. The already dim vision became completely dark.

My pores were blocked by the feeling of something dull.

“… What are you really trying to do?”

I asked a question with a little annoyance. Because I hate being stuffy. I like things that are dark, but I don’t like things that are closed.

“It’s inclusive.”

“What, what? Embrace?”

“I cannot fully understand you, but I can embrace you.”

“Hey, calm down. Did you get shot in the head? I am a demon.”

“So, we need to pay more careful attention and embrace it.”

Ah, now that I think about it, this woman was a woman who showed tolerance even to the traitors who destroyed her mother country. Damn it, persuasion doesn’t work at all.

Kkook-.

It’s been almost five hundred years since I’ve been in someone’s arms. Ha, it still feels uncomfortable and dirty even after hundreds of years.

What kind of tolerance is this? I’d rather infuse him with divine power like I did to Vincent a little while ago.

Wow-.

Oh, but why does it seem to be getting more and more stuffy? It seems like the two breathing holes in my nose are blocked by something heavy.

“The purpose of inclusion is repentance. If you embrace it strongly, you will be more likely to repent, right?”

“This evil human… !”

“Relax. Repentance comes from peace of mind.”

“Now, wait… ! Everything can’t be solved right away… !”

Wow-.

“ Cleans… !”

I will correct it. The saint is of the same race as me. No, it’s worse than me.

At this moment, the smile on the saint’s lips appears to be the most evil smile in the world.