Black ooze crawled onto the b0dy of Priestess Emily, who had vomited bl00d and collapsed after her heart was pierced.
The cute-looking girl with black and red bl00d vessels protruding from her body, a manifestation of her demonic energy, watched the scene with amazement, her eyes gleaming.
âWow! What is this? This is the first time Iâve seen these things not eat humans right away!â
Even though her breath had ceased, the black essence clung to Priestess Emily’s body due to the divine energy radiating from her and then fell off helplessly.
A low-level devil desperately trying to consume a human and another devil inhabiting a human body observed the scene with amusement.
As if signaling the end of this sinister gathering, the wall of the dead-end alley sank into the ground with a strange, nerve-wracking sound.
The girl turned her head to look at the source of the noise just as she was laughing.
Pitch-black darkness, impenetrable even to the devilâs eyes, loomed ahead. From it came the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps approaching.
Soon, a gentleman wearing a peculiar mask emerged. His mask, sleek and black with a long beak, resembled the face of a crow. He wore a finely tailored suit, a luxurious coat made of bear skin, and high-end shoes that clearly bore the mark of a craftsman.
The girl smiled innocently at the sight of him, standing upright and holding a leather bag in his left hand.
âWow! Are you here? I fed the dog like I promised. Did I do well?â
Her words were warm and childlike, as though spoken to a father. Yet, once the reality was clear, they sounded utterly horrifying.
The masked gentleman slowly turned his head, surveying the alley.
Thirty-three Telmere priests stationed in Aran lay dead.
âYou fulfilled your task as promised. Something unusual must have happened during your work, right?â
âYes! And, there wasnât. Nothing happened, except that a strange priestess came and was quickly killed.â
Her words dismissed the events as inconsequential.
The masked man clicked his tongue at the devil imitating the innocent girl and responded.
âThatâs whatâs strange about it. She arrived quite late. Werenât all the people in the Aran branch under your control?â
âUmâŚshe did, but no issues at all!â
âSo, that one person arrived later?â
âHmm? The person who came later was the first person you saw!â
ââŚWhat do you mean by that?â
The man asked in a whisper, suppressing the anger rising within him at the devilâs erratic way of speaking.
âWell, while I was feeding the dog, a priestess suddenly came into the alley without permission, so I told the dog to eat them right away.â
ââŚAnd?â
âIt couldnât eat her! It was so amazing. Iâve never seen someone like that before! So I pretended to be dead and quickly killed them. I did well, right?”
The manâs ears barely registered the rest of her words.
The devil’s earlier remarkââIt couldnât eat her!ââechoed in his mind.
The devil, known as âThe Vagrantâs Destruction,â might appear low-ranking but was one of the high-ranking devil’s limbs. Ordinarily, a priestess would not have been able to withstand its power and would have had their life force drained.
Yet, as the man observed Emily’s intact body, he seemed anxious and pressed the devil further.
ââŚDo you know who that priestess is? They wouldnât be an ordinary priestess. If theyâre connected to the capitalâs Inquisitors, things could become complicated.â
âUm⌠I donât know? âŚAh! Her name was Emily and Ridi or something.â
âEmily Ridina.â
âAh! Yes, thatâs it. Her name was Emily Ridina. But man, since when did you start practicing female voices? Amazing!â
ââŚThatâs not the point.â
Cold sweat trickled down the manâs face beneath the mask as he steeled himself. He drew upon the demonic energy coursing through him and braced for what was unfolding before his eyes.
Emilyâs bl00d, soaking her chest and mouth, began to boil and emit pure white energy. Her heart, torn out, had left a gaping w0und in her ch*est that spurted fresh bl00d.
The devil girl, sensing something was wrong, tried to wield her strange sword. However, the radiant power emanating from Emilyâs body overwhelmed her, forcing her to her knees.
The bl00d glowing with white light in the air wove itself into the shape of a heart. Before anyone realized it, Emily had picked it up and roughly pressed it back into her chest.
The wound on her left br*east healed as though time had reversed, and her torn priestly robes mended themselves. The radiance emanating from her body gradually subsided.
Emily now stood as she had when she first arrived. Noâon closer inspection, even the faint wrinkles that had begun to form on her face had vanished.
The priestess, rejuvenated to her 20-year-old self, seemed displeased with her appearance as she touched her cheek in dissatisfaction.
âI died again. Even though I learned how to fight from Priest Brookin, I’m still like this.â
ââŚEmily the Immortal.â The man, watching Priestess Emily clenching her fists and pretending to fight in the air, let out his words with difficulty.
With those words, the priestess stopped punching and looked back at him with tears in her eyes, as if she were moved.
âYes! Thatâs right! I am Emily, the famous Immortal. After all, Iâm not dead yet, am I?â
The priestess giggled like a young girl.
But the man who caught a glimpse of this incredible miracle was in no mood to laugh.
‘The stupid devil b*tch touched something that shouldnât have been touched.’
Before Julius Tapnel, there was a woman whom heretics feared the most.
The devil, who was looking at him from the corner of her eye, asked Priestess Emily a question in a serious voice that was completely different from before.
ââŚHow did you survive?â
âHuh? Is that what youâre curious about? Ah, indeed. Is it because it felt good when you stabbed me with a knife, and you want to do it again?â
‘You can do it id you want.’
The priestess twitched the corner of her mouth and laughed at the devil, then spread her arms wide, provoking the devil as if daring it to stab her.
The man, who was swallowing his fear, racked his brain to find a way out of this mess before the devil could cause a bigger disaster. Soon, he began speaking to Priestess Emily.
âIt is an honor to meet the famous Emily Ridina. What brings you here?â
âOh, itâs nothing special. Julius wanted me to come along on his honeymoon, so I came instead of the coachman.â
ââŚJulius?â
âJulius Tapnel, donât you know? Heâs quite famous, and heâs like my son.â
Emily, who looked as young as she sounded, crossed her arms and proudly bragged about the blond inquisitor, but the very mention of that name left the manâs insides churning with anxiety.
Not only had Emily Ridina arrived, but Julius Tapnel had suddenly come here as well!
The man, sensing the absurdity of his fate, glanced sideways at the priestess, who was preoccupied with boasting about her âchildren,â and signaled to the devil.
What else could be done in times like this?
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