The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Alia looked at the podium, where Ophelia was still giving her lecture:

　"...The servants of desire eventually die from desire. This is the story of my father, Stonek Thayne..."

　"Retelling all this to you again is both a remembrance of the past and a hope that his death can serve as a warning to you."

　"Faced with a life-or-death holy war, where a single mistake could mean the end of the world, the merchants still stretched their claws towards the White Tower, towards the kingdom protected by the goddess.

　. "

　"Their intentions are based on a zero-sum game - the jihadists can lose, but they must emerge victorious."

　"Desire drags a mortal from the temple of faith and throws him into the arms of the devil."

　"Well, let's review our previous question again."

　Ophelia leaned forward slightly:

　"Will you allow yourself to fall into the arms of the devil?"

　""

　"Hahaha!"

　The moment Mogué released his hand, Nunnally fell to her knees.

　She found herself crying, she found herself trembling.

　She raised her head and looked at the magic circle not far away, the magnificent fantasy still lingering in her mind.

　"Is it true..." she murmured, "I...I just want..."

　"Yes..."

　Mogu'e squatted down and whispered in Nunnally's ear:

　"As long as you can... call upon Him... He will grant your desires..."

　"Don't you want it? More money, enough to get you out of this poor life..."

　"Don't you want it?"

　"You don't need to pay much. Just call on Him and He will give you power..."

　"strength..."

　""

　Outside the classroom, the sound of Ophelia's speech was faintly audible.

　Nunnally could no longer hear.

　Her eyes were somewhat empty, and all the sufferings of the past surged into her heart, burning her brain.

　She's had enough.

　Cold eyes... ridicule... insults...

　She doesn't want those...

　She began to understand her father...

　""

　A small black meteorite knife was handed over. Nunnally looked up and saw Professor Mogué looking at her with a smile.

　"Come...child..." she whispered softly, "your blood..."

　blood.

　Is it enough to just donate blood?

　Give your blood...and God will solve all your sufferings...

　Satan will come.

　""

　Nunnally reached out her hand, reaching for the dagger.

　The whispering in her ears became louder and louder, the devil was talking to her.

　He said:

　"...We were born in hell..."

　hell.

　Did Dad realize he was in hell and give everything to Him?

　"dad..."

　Nunnally's hand was just about to touch the dagger.

　But at this time...

　The voice of dissent rang in my ears:

　"wrong..."

　wrong.

　Gray memories.

　Nunnally stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the torn family photo.

　"Your father was swept away by sin because he loved you."

　"He loves you, so when he realized that those people's actions would jeopardize your studies, rage consumed him."

　"He's not a good man, but he loves you."

　Love.

　Nunnally's hands dropped.

　She raised her head, faced Professor Mogu's stiff smile, and said softly:

　"I do not want."

　Her father died because he loved her.

　That love is very weak and very small.

　Like a candle in the dark.

　"...Remember, Nunnally, as long as you walk in the darkness, you must light a lamp for yourself. They are afraid of the light..."

　a lamp.

　Only she can light that lamp for herself, no one else can.

　"Thank you, Professor Mogué, but I don't need the power of the evil god."

　Nunnally raised her head and said firmly.

　She stood up, her breathing becoming more rapid:

　"You...you shouldn't do this! This is wrong! This is not good."

　"Is not it good?"

　The corners of Mogu's mouth curled up slightly.

　"It's okay."

　She reached out, grasping the hand holding the wand...

　"You were originally here to be sacrificed."

　"boom--"

　There was a flash of light, and Nunnally fell to the ground, letting out a scream.

　Mogué rode on her and stabbed the girl in the abdomen with a knife!

　"Ugh!"

　"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"

　"Ugh! Aaaaaaah!"

　"You're all pretending to be saints! Saints! You bitches who were born with everything! Bitches!"

　“Ahaha…Ahhh! Don’t…Gu…”

　The Mary Jane shoes were kicked off, and the little feet wrapped in black socks kicked weakly on the ground.

　One cut after another, like engraving a spell on a stone slab, splashing bright red blood.

　"I hate you! I hate you! I hate!"

　The black meteorite dagger was raised high, and the sword was flashing with crimson light!

　Facing Nunnally's lifeless face, Mogu'e with a ferocious look raised his knife!

　Almost at the same time...

　"!"

　With a flash of the pendulum, Alia turned her head sharply and looked towards the south.

　The shuttler's mask closed, and Ellie paused time and ran quickly in Christa Castle.

　After winding through the long corridors and spiral staircases, she finally saw the door that the pendulum was pointing to.

　The door was sealed by a faint black light! No wonder I didn't find it before!

　"The tree of life, the cradle of all things!"

　The mark on the back of Alia's hand lit up, and at the same time, she suddenly accelerated and crashed into the door -

　"boom!"

　The moment she entered the door, Alia saw two demons on her left and right.

　The burning sheep's head and black dress are consistent with the devil on the White Whale.

　The devil apostle of the Red Moon Cult, at the Saint level.

　Vulnerable in the pause time——

　"Om-"

　With both arms spread out, two arm blades popped out—

　"Sizzle!"

　The pale blue light intersected, and the two demons were cut in half.

　As Alia continued to rush forward, she saw Mogu'ai on top of the girl, about to plunge the dagger into her face.

　She bumped right into it—

　"boom!"

　As time continued to flow, Mogu flew out and fell heavily beside the altar.

　Alia immediately squatted down and placed her hand, bearing the Tree of Life mark, on Nunnally's chest.

　“You’re going to be okay!” Arya yelled. “Hold on!”

　""

　Nunnally twitched in pain, her face streaked with tears, her clothes stained red with blood.

　"Wuwuwu..." Seeing someone coming to save her, she burst into tears.

　"You're okay..." Alia whispered softly, "You're okay, believe me, I will protect you."

　""

　Beside the altar, Mogu'e raised his head and looked at Alia with a ferocious expression.

　She raised her wand, intending to play the strings...

　But finally let it go.

　She knew that she was no match for Alia.