An ordinary profession creates the world's strongest

Ross turned his gaze towards Aine... However, as if trying to draw his attention back, Lucille continued:

"War is bound to happen!"

A hoarse voice like a monologue flowed through.

"They can't bear not to quarrel with us humans. Demon Kings are like that."

Lusilu stopped and looked at Ross with his gray eyes.

"Those who believe in the Demon King will drive war."

"..."

Royce didn't know how to respond. He remained silent, but instead nodded in understanding.

"Ross."

"exist!"

"A storm is coming. You are God's vanguard. I look forward to your performance."

In other words, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself, and you have to work hard...Rouse, who finally realized the intention of Luxilu's words, knelt on the spot and bowed his head deeply.

"Even if I'm torn to pieces, I won't hesitate!"

Luxilu nodded slightly and took another step forward.

Darion and the priests passed by Rouse, who was kneeling on the ground.

Finally, as Aine was about to pass by... she stopped.

"That's what God expects of you. Please perform well!"

“…As you say! Thank you so much!”

He always felt that there was something else in her words, but Laws was speechless for a moment, so he could only lower his head even deeper.

Aine finally left this time.

Fatigue and coldness hit him all at once.

The shrine maiden desired by God.

A person without a soul, not really a human being.

Hollow doll.

That kind of person becomes a shrine maiden who conveys God's will.

Yes, because God expects it.

Rouse couldn't help but tremble.

He felt as if he was entangled in extremely heavy shackles.

After that, Ross finished his day's work and set off on his way home.

As the highest-ranking official, he is also a descendant of the long-established Byrne family.

The Byrne family's mansion is located in the capital of God, and naturally it is located in the most prime location closest to the castle.

The carriage arrived at the main gate, and a temple knight sent there to serve as guard opened the door respectfully.

"Lord Royce! Welcome back!"

"Ahh, thank you for your hard work."

A young man in his mid-twenties with smooth gray-brown hair looked at Ross with respectful, sparkling eyes and saluted him.

The young man's name was Ryanhead Asier, a knight whom Rolls had chosen and specially promoted.

He is not particularly powerful and does not have any outstanding abilities.

However, he possesses the inherent magic "White Soul" that can reflect all abnormal status type magic.

That's right, he will not be brainwashed or tempted, just like Rolls will not be brainwashed by the church.

There wasn't really any particular reason. If one had to pinpoint the reason Ross promoted him to guard, it was because it gave him a sense of security, nothing more.

But from the perspective of Ryanhead, who had no way of knowing what Ross was thinking, the situation was that the high and mighty leader of the White Light Knights had personally promoted him.

He was born in the countryside and was recruited into the Knights Templar as a God's Favorite because of his inherent magic, but his abilities were at the lowest level among God's Favorites.

In his hometown, the whole village celebrated for him, but he knew he would never achieve anything in his life and worried every day that his fellow villagers would be disappointed in him. Therefore, Ryanhead respected Rouse for his willingness to promote him.

"Lord Rouse, are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"No, I just noticed you didn't look well."

"Have I aged so much that even you can tell?"

"No, that's not true! Besides, what's the point of aging? You're only in your thirties! Stop joking!"

"Really? But I'm a little tired today. You have excellent observation skills."

“Eh? Nope… Hehe!”

They walked towards the entrance while chatting.

Perhaps it was because of the overly strange atmosphere surrounding Aines that Ross felt relieved at the sight of Ryan Hyde, who showed no trace of religious fanaticism.

"Well then, I'll go back to guard."

"Hmm. Please."

"yes!"

Ross stared at Ryanhead's back for a moment as he saluted with a vigorous expression and then turned back, then opened the entrance door. At that moment—

"Father! You're back!"

A vibrant, childish voice stepped forward to greet him.

A lively child with shiny gray hair neatly parted in a 3:7 style is Royce's son, Sharon, who will be eight years old this year.

"Sharon, you're still awake?"

"Yes! I heard that father will be home today, so I'm waiting for you!"

"I see!" Rolls felt a smile spread across his cheeks and he picked up his son.

He usually stayed in the palace or headquarters and couldn't go home, so it was difficult for him to take care of his son. However, since he was so straightforward in his love for her, it was no wonder that his serious expression relaxed.

"Master, welcome home."

"Lykolis, I'm back."

A woman who gave him a frail, ethereal impression came out to greet him. Her name was Lycoris Byrne, Royce's wife.

Her light blonde hair was tied into loose braids.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"I'll ask someone to prepare it for you!"

After giving instructions to the servants standing by, Lycoris quietly walked back to the dining room.

Ross chatted with Sharon, who kept talking to himself, and followed her to the restaurant.

As soon as we sat down, the dishes were served immediately.

Sharon sat at the side, watching his father eat with a smile on his face.

Lycoris also quietly drank her tea and looked at Sharon.

At first glance, they looked like an ordinary, happy family. But the arrival of another family member was like throwing a stone into a pond, shattering the peace.

"Ross, are you back?"

"Mother."

The person who arrived at the restaurant was Royce's mother, Deborah Byrne. Although she was fifty-four, she still looked very young, probably due to her serious face and awe-inspiring demeanor.

As Deborah arrived at the dining table, she gave Ross a stern look.

"A few days ago, the Duke of the Empire approached me about marriage, even if it meant becoming my second wife... I won't allow you to refuse this time."

Even though he was already married, he was forced to marry another one.

Deborah didn't dislike Lykolis. The proof was that even Lykolis kept persuading her, "This is a beautiful thing! Please accept it."

To prove the truth of her statement, she added:

"The people of this country are all His Majesty, Esid. As someone who carries the magic of the Age of Gods, you cannot always have only one wife. You must recognize that raising the Son of God is also your mission."

"Yes, sir. I am already blessed to have three children like Sharon... but of course the more bloodlines connected to your god, the better!"

Yes, they are all the same. They are citizens of the Kingdom of God, devout believers, and fanatical believers who center everything around the creator god Esid.

In fact, Laws has two other children besides Sharon.

Lycoris is a lady from a noble family who was strictly selected by the Pope and the Archbishop. She possesses extremely high magical qualities, so the two older children also possess inherent magic, and extremely high magical qualities are inevitable.

So they were called to the headquarters from the age of five and wholeheartedly accepted God's teachings.

I haven't seen them since that day. By the time we meet next time, they will probably have become devout believers!

Xia Lun is also very good, so it wouldn't be surprising if he is summoned to the headquarters one day.

But Lykolis didn't feel sad at all, instead she felt only joy because she could offer her child to the gods.

The same thing happened to Deborah. Rouse had five brothers who had become Knights Templar and died alongside their father a few years earlier. Deborah felt no sadness; martyrdom was an honor, and being summoned to the divine presence was a joy.

Therefore, Ross had no doubts about the two people who pushed him so hard: "More Sons of God! Sons of God who meet the requirements to be dedicated to the Creator God!"

In this family, no, in this kingdom of God, it was Ross who was abnormal to love only one wife, not wanting to let his children leave, and feeling sad about the death of his family.

"I have a mission. His Majesty has given me a direct order. I'm going to be busy again."

"Isn't that what you've been busy with?"

Deborah sighed with a smug look on her face, while Lycoris also looked troubled.

Rolls pretended not to notice and ate in silence.

As if sensing the subtle atmosphere between the adults, Sharon spoke in a panic:

"Father! I have something to tell you..."

Sharon's voice faded as Lykolis gave him a look that said, "Wait," but Ross's "Go ahead" made his expression light up.

Just like he did with other children, Ross used soul magic on his own child, hoping to keep his child away from fanatical religious places at least until he was summoned by headquarters.

Therefore, for Rouse, the time he spends with his children is a very important period of time for him - an irreplaceable time that can comfort his soul when he becomes sad because of thinking about the future.

Sharon asked many questions that seemed to arise when studying history.

Each question was so sharp that even if you looked through all the textbooks, you wouldn't find the answer. Rouse didn't think he was a doting father, but seeing how smart his eight-year-old son was, he couldn't help but relax.

He answered each question carefully, but the next casual question froze the air in the room.

"Then, father, are all demons heretics and evil people? The book says that there will be no war since the current demon king ascended the throne... Are there no gentle demon kings?"

"Sharon, what are you asking?!"

Lycoris's expression was agitated, as if all her composure was fake. Seeing her mother like this, Sharon realized she had asked the wrong question, and her face turned pale.

"Why do you ask this question?"

For some reason, Ross felt a sense of unease at Sharon's use of the term "gentle demon king."

"T-That's because... the Pope's kindness makes his people gentle as well... If there's a gentle demon king around, the demons will also become gentle... I think that way, father won't have to go to the battlefield..."

"..."

These gentle and considerate words came from a son who was thinking about his father.

However, Ross could stroke Sharon's little head when she peeked at his expression, but he could do nothing about his mother and wife who were glaring at him.

A strong sense of strangeness stirred up a vortex in his heart.

(Your Holiness the Pope is our living God... an being that manifests God's will...)

The words echoed in my mind.