The Holy Right of a Comic

Roman's hand let go, and he, like Olga Marie, fell into self-pity for Airy.

"Father... take me, take Ilya!"

"...Illya will listen to her father's words, whether it's destroying human beings or killing all human beings, Illya will follow your orders without any hesitation and mercy!"

"Don't leave Illya, don't!!"

Illya ran forward in horror, and her small body fluttered towards the place where Roy disappeared, but what she caught was only a phantom, and finally fell to the ground.

The pain in her knee made her unable to care, Illya raised her head, just looking for Roy's figure blankly.

"Don't look for him, Miss Ilya..."

Roman smiled bitterly, "... He actually appeared in front of us from the very beginning as just a projection. The real him may be in the past, present or future."

"...He is infinitely close to the true One God, already in the past, present, and forever!"