Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Forget it, it's enough that I remember these things. Knowing that they are happy now is enough..."

However, despite her graceful posture, as the two crystals fell into the water and disappeared without a trace, a deep sense of loneliness and melancholy welled up in her heart, and her beautiful face showed even more gloom and distress.

"Well, it seems that this blessing has failed."

Samael shook his head helplessly, then stood up from the bench and extended his arm with a smile.

"Well then, as compensation, how about I treat you to a walk around the neighborhood?"

Upon hearing the invitation, Anastasia, who was feeling down, paused slightly. Her gloomy mood made her instinctively want to refuse.

"Come on, I'll be your guide. To be honest, I know Rome like the back of my hand."

However, before the princess could speak, the ancient serpent grabbed Anastasia's arm without explanation, boasting smugly as it mischievously weaved through the flock of pigeons gathered in the park, pecking at breadcrumbs, startling the plump white creatures on the ground into taking flight.

The birds' flustered movements momentarily eased the gloom on Anastasia's face.

She really enjoys playing unexpected pranks.

Seemingly having heard the princess's thoughts, the wicked demon beside her even went so far as to run back and forth, causing the pigeons that had just landed nearby to be driven away a second time.

Suddenly, the princess, now an accomplice, could no longer contain her gloomy expression as she looked at the pigeons before her and revealed a bright, childlike smile.

The amusing scene before her, where rules and identity were being broken and people were finding their own amusement, reminded her of a movie she had seen by chance before.

It seems to be called—Roman Holiday.

The princess and the reporter...

Princess and Angel...

Perhaps it will actually be an interesting experience.

Unbeknownst to her, Anastasia pulled the leader's arm, through the crowd, across the streets, and toward the ancient city of Rome.

The Balkan Peninsula, the ferry crossing between the Republic of Macedonia and Greece.

As the ship's horn drew closer, a tall, red-haired, muscular man, over two meters tall and wearing a "Global Domination" T-shirt, stood out conspicuously in the crowd on the harbor. He casually picked up a backpack from the ground and slapped it down heavily with his muscular arm.

"Hey, Webber, the warship is almost here. Get ready, it's time to set sail!"

"Well……"

Instantly, amidst the whooshing sound of the slap falling, the thin boy with medium-length black hair, dressed in a light green school uniform, who was almost swallowed up by the crowd, groaned, stumbled, and nearly fell to the ground.

"You can't go on a campaign with such a weak body, Master. It seems you need to strengthen your training!"

The red-haired, muscular man scooped up his little Master, showing off his muscles while giving him a hearty warning.

"Honestly, Rdier, it's all because you went too far! My physical fitness test at the Clock Tower was excellent! Excellent!"

Weber grimaced and rubbed his numb shoulder, complaining angrily.

Alexander chuckled dismissively, his thick arm resting on Weber's shoulder, which was tilted at almost a 45-degree angle, a hint of mockery appearing on his rugged face.

"So, do you regret giving up your promising future, leaving the Clock Tower, and coming to the ends of the earth with me?"

"Tch, who said it was for you? Oceanus, the boundless sea, is a lost secret from the Age of Gods, which just happens to be within my research topic. It's just a coincidence! We're just passing by! Even without you, I will uncover the mystery of the Age of Gods' return! I will make those guys in the Clock Tower who only care about bloodlines apologize for their arrogance!"

Like a child, Weber, who was pinned under the strong man's arm, stubbornly raised his head and reiterated.

"Oh, what a fine ambition! It's truly exhilarating! So, Iskandar the Conqueror, I will be your sword and feet, paving the way for you—Lord Waver Velvet!"

The red-haired, burly man glared at him, his eyes filled with respect. He solemnly raised his hand and pounded his chest, his face full of admiration.

Suddenly, the boy, who had never had his efforts recognized and his talents never valued, was stunned as he looked at the conqueror who bowed his head to him in the crowd.

"Woo~~!"

However, before this impactful scene could remain frozen for long, the dull hum of the coastline reached their ears.

At that moment, the boy, who had just come to his senses, suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell on the passenger ship leaving the harbor. He frantically started pulling at his hair.

"Aaaaaah! Rdier, it's all your fault for saying those weird things when we were boarding! We're going to miss the ship!"

"Uh……"

The red-haired strongman, who was slow to realize what was happening, immediately picked up his backpack and caught up with Webber.

However, despite their haste, the two were ultimately stopped by the staff and could only stand there in the sea breeze, staring at each other as the passenger ship sailed further and further away.

Never mind, I'll just wait for the next one.

Two figures, one large and one small, traveling together, threw away their invalid tickets, turned back dejectedly, and prepared anew for their journey to the End of the Sea.

Meanwhile, in the Dead Sea desert.

Beneath the dim, yellow sky lies a desolate backdrop.

The same two figures, one big and one small, traveled together in this desolate place, braving the fierce sandstorms and making their way forward.

"Hey, you! Stop! Stop right there!"

As they crossed a sand dune, following behind, wearing a protective suit...

The short figure, dressed in heavy, luxurious clothes and with strange black markings etched on his wheat-colored skin, stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth, letting out a cold snort.

"what happened again?"

Ahead, a young man with green eyes, dressed in a typical tourist outfit—orange hair tied in a simple single ponytail, wearing a tattered cloak to reduce sun exposure and moisture loss, carrying a large backpack, and holding a compass—turned back helplessly to ask a question.

Under the blazing sunlight, the white-haired, golden-eyed boy pursed his chapped lips, remained silent for a moment, and then answered in a muffled voice.

"I'm thirsty..."

"Tsk, I told you before, that outfit is a complete hindrance in the desert, but you wouldn't listen."

The orange-haired youth with a single ponytail shook his head and sighed, but he didn't forget to impart the survival wisdom of the sand people.

However, the boy with a stern face and a gloomy expression looked disdainful.

"Must I, like you, be so fragile that I must resort to crude tricks and wear these tattered clothes meant for a mortal's survival in order to make my way on the road? Solomon..."

"Wear it or not is up to you, it's not me who gets exposed to the scorching sun anyway."

The orange-haired, single-ponytail youth first shrugged indifferently, then gave a frustrated reminder.

“Romani! Romani Archman! I told you to call me that, were you even listening the whole way, Goetia…”

As they spoke, the green pupils and the golden eyes met from afar, one filled with helplessness and frustration, the other with cold arrogance.

Those similar facial features, yet completely different temperaments, are like two sides of light and darkness separated in a mirror.

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However, the child named "Getia" stood expressionless, stretching his hand straight out.

"I am thirsty and need water, Solomon..."

Towards the end, his deliberately drawn-out tone was filled with a hint of mockery, and the corners of his lips turned up in a smile of pleasure.

"..."

Romani Archman, the former King of Israel, crowned Caster, who has now returned the blessing to the heavens, broken free of his shackles, and returned to being a mortal, noticed the boy's micro-expressions and fell silent.

No wonder he's a beast; he's had the talent of a mischievous child since he was little.

Goetia, whose name is Beast I. One of the seven evils of mankind, a beast possessing the principle of "compassion," that is, a beastly life born from the pride of sorrow, disappointment, and despair felt by humans towards each other.

In reality, it is a composite of the seventy-two demons in the First Temple of Israel.

Goetia (ゴエティア/ゲーティア), also translated as Goetia. It comes from the 17th-century manuscript of magic books, Lemegeton, which records the first part of the seventy-two demon gods as named ArsGoetia.

Therefore, the original meaning of this term is the collective name for the seventy-two demon gods.

The story of Solomon, the legendary ancestor of magic and king of wisdom, who made a pact with the kings of Hell to command the seventy-two demons, has a long and rich history.

Throughout his life, King Solomon rarely displayed his extraordinary magic or the astonishing power of the seventy-two demons.

However, as he was dying, the seventy-two demons sealed inside his corpse developed independent thoughts, creating a being named "Goetia" in the image of King Solomon.

The difference is that Solomon, as the master, did not choose to correct humanity's incorrigible and ugly nature after learning about it, and ultimately accepted death.

However, Goetia, the new king born from the Demon Pillar, would never approve of this choice.

They concluded that humanity and the future have no value.

They feared the annihilation of their own existence.

Although they assert that humans have no value, they, as demon gods, cannot exist without being enslaved by humans.

Despite being beings from a higher dimension, they felt deeply ashamed to be relegated to the position of humanity, the only and greatest "waste" in the universe.

Therefore, we will never endorse human freedom, nor will we sincerely denigrate human happiness.

Even his breathing stemmed from a rejection of humanity, thus creating the Demon King who was said to have blasphemed human reason.

As the embodiment of this will, Goetia was unwilling to accept this contradiction and dishonesty, and took the initiative to initiate self-transformation.

That is to redefine the purpose of serving humanity. To absolutely prove oneself as the supreme being on this planet. To reach the extreme that even Solomon could not reach.

That is, to embark on the great undertaking of becoming a god.

That is, to promote the energization of all humanity, to gather all the spiritual particles in the world into oneself, and to make oneself the only existence on this planet.

Transform yourself into a new celestial body and recreate this planet.

Rewrite Genesis and create a planet without the concept of "death".

However, this cruel evil actually stems from the demons' morbid love for the human species.

Because they couldn't bear to see humanity struggle in hardship, they destroyed its existence;

Unsatisfied with witnessing the weakness of humanity, it chooses to replace it with itself;

Unable to accept the inevitable end of the future, they gather all possibilities and spiritual particles in an attempt to save this era.

This is the principle of compassion.

If there is no external intervention, this is the path that the First Beast, Goetia, will take.

However, during the Fourth Holy Grail War, due to the intervention of a certain person, the stagnant fate was stirred into ripples.

Caster Solomon, as the victor, successfully relinquished the heavens.

He was given the wisdom to break free from his own shackles, and under the pseudonym Romani Archim, he walked freely in the world as a mortal.

This time, he did not stand idly by. Instead, he used his nursing knowledge to fulfill his duties as a doctor and, with the strength that came from within himself, extended a helping hand to the people struggling on this land.

Over time, the locals called him "Dr. Roman" or "Doctor Roman".

However, as a reward for receiving this grace, "that person" also sent down a guiding voice and a new mission:

He went to the First Temple to bring the beast, born from his remains and nurtured by his years of shame, out of the cocoon of fate, to the mortal world to atone for his past mistakes.

Although there were some setbacks, everything went smoothly thanks to the blessings of the Ten Precepts and the guidance of the divine voice.

However, what subsequently gave Romani Archman a headache was that he was not a good educator to begin with, and even his own son, Rehoboam, had become a foolish monarch who lost power and brought shame to the country. Not to mention that he now had to take care of an even more troublesome and unruly [Beast] cub.

Just as Romani Archman was lost in thought, Getia, who had been left behind, couldn't help but snort coldly with a gloomy face.

"Hmph...! Solomon, what are you hesitating for? I am thirsty!"

However, his short stature and loose-fitting fine clothes made this Demon King look anything but majestic.

On the contrary, it's just like a child throwing a tantrum at an adult.

"Yes, yes, I know, I know."

Coming to his senses, Dr. Roman reluctantly squatted down, opened his backpack, took out a bottle of water, and tossed it to a little guy who had a knack for being a brat.

At the same time, the orange-haired youth, who truly experienced the hardships of ordinary life and acted as both father and mother, did not forget to give heartfelt advice as he handed over the water bottle.

"Use it sparingly, we still have a long way to go..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

At that moment, Goetia, who had gulped down two liters of water, threw down the empty plastic bottle and haughtily glanced at Solomon beside him with his golden eyes.

"Uh, it's nothing now..."

Seeing this, Dr. Roman twitched his lips, bent down to pick up the empty bottle from the ground, stuffed it into his backpack, then shouldered his bag and pointed weakly ahead.

"Let's go, we're out of water. If we don't reach the town on the map before dark, we'll just have to wait to turn into desert mummies."

"Ha! You're so afraid of even a mere calorie? Abandoning your divinely bestowed wisdom and talent, shirking your responsibilities, choosing to degenerate into a vulgar mortal, Solomon, are you kidding me? What an incompetent and foolish king!"

Having replenished its water supply, Geitia looked mockingly at its original owner, who had quickened its pace ahead, and sneered disdainfully before unleashing a string of trash talk with boundless energy.