As a traitor, I should raise the banner of rebellion

"!!! You are crazy!" [Saint Bartholomew] was suddenly horrified. He looked at the dagger on the girl's neck with an anxious look and even took a step back slightly.

Seeing Saint Bartholomew's retreating steps, Morikami Xi showed a victorious smile, and the dagger that had already cut into the skin half an inch stopped.

"The ability of [You are the Son of God] can obviously replace the identity of the deceased, but you seem to be afraid that I will die here..."

"It seems that replacing the dead is more difficult than replacing the living. It seems that the latter requires some special price."

“That’s not incomprehensible.”

"After all, it involves going against the rules of life and death, and even involves modifying the real world."

"Let me think, what is the price?"

Morikami Nozomi looked up and down at Saint Bartholomew.

"Well, for you who holds the "You are the Son of God", the incompleteness of the body or the blood should have no meaning, so you won't care so much."

"Because after becoming another existence, it will be restored immediately."

"In that case, it should be something more illusory, but extremely important to you." Morikami Nozomi said in a teasing tone, "From the conversation just now and your performance, it seems that you have no obvious lack of emotions, reason, logic, intelligence... these things."

"In this case, the only options left are [Luck] and [Lifespan]." After hearing the girl's analysis, although [Saint Bartholomew] remained calm (even if his face changed, others would not be able to tell), Morikami Xi could still feel that the sinister aura coming from the other party suddenly became stronger.

Before this, Saint Bartholomew had always regarded Morikami as a plaything in his hand.

He was playing with the girl in front of him like a cat playing with a mouse.

However, St. Bartholomew was obviously wrong.

Even if Morikami Nozomi is a mouse, he is definitely not an ordinary mouse.

She is a chipmunk named 'Jerry'.

"Yuan Jun won't be back until at least tomorrow. Before that, you could have waited patiently for a while, allowing my heart to gradually fall into despair."

"But you didn't." Morikami Nozomi's analysis continued.

"After I realized the current situation, you came to confront me immediately as if you were driven by something."

"From this perspective, this [price] is obviously not paid all at once."

"It's that you need to keep paying as long as you maintain that status."

"Then it shouldn't be [Lucky]."

"Because you haven't been particularly unlucky today."

"After ruling this out, the only thing left is [lifespan]!"

Morikami Nozomi's voice gradually became louder.

"You need to burn your own [lifespan] to bring back the dead!"

"And considering what you just did, if you want to replace a living person, you should make the other person feel despair, surrender to you, and think that you are invincible!"

"This is the truth behind the power of your stigmata [You are the Son of God]!"

Morikami Nozomi spoke in a clear and powerful voice, filled with the joy of having solved the mystery.

However, after listening to Morikami Nozomi's story, Saint Bartholomew did not show any expression of anger or humiliation.

On the contrary, he actually...

Laughed.

"Clap clap clap."

After transforming the short limbs that were more intimidating into human arms again, Saint Bartholomew couldn't help but clap his hands.

"This is a very brilliant deduction. Even I, your enemy, can't help but cheer for you."

"but--"

"It makes no sense."

His tone returned to being cold.

"Even if you knew my ability, would it change anything about your current situation?"

"Unfortunately, not really."

The look he gave the girl was as cold as his tone.

"You seem to think that as long as your heart does not yield, there is nothing I can do to you."

"But unfortunately, this idea is wrong."

"Even if there is no despair or submission in your heart, as long as I touch your skin and pay some of your life as a price, I can forcibly take away your identity."

[Saint Bartholomew] walked towards Morikami Nozomi again.

Morikami Nozomi frowned and exerted force without hesitation with his right hand holding the dagger.

But at this moment, she was surprised to find that her whole body was weakening and she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

"Let me tell you one more thing. Although I am an ordinary person now, this only means that I cannot do anything outrageous."

"Just like I can mimic the short limbs of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, I can also mimic the organs of other animals and have similar functions."

[Saint Bartholomew] stretched out his left hand.

Before this, he had been using his body to block the hand.

Nozomi Morikami noticed that there was a huge hole in the palm of this hand.

It seemed as if some kind of gas was passing through this hole and spreading into the air continuously.

"Many mushrooms in nature can secrete juices with hallucinogenic and paralyzing effects."

"As long as it evaporates into the air and you inhale it, it can easily anesthetize you."

He was not intimidated by Morikami Nozomi just now.

Well, there may be some reason in this regard, but more importantly, I am still considering how to deal with this difficult situation.

"It's time to end this farce," Saint Bartholomew solemnly declared.

He once again extended his right hand towards Morikami Nozomi, but compared to last time, this time his movements were much faster and more decisive.

Although the girl in front of him is an ordinary person, she has won the attention of [Saint Bartholomew] with her spirit and intelligence.

What a shame, we are enemies.

[Saint Bartholomew] thought with some regret in his heart.

"Yes, it's time to end it." To Saint Bartholomew's surprise, an expression of approval appeared on Morikami Nozomi's face.

At this moment, a little head popped out from behind the girl.

She has silver hair as bright as the full moon in a dream, and lavender eyes that are very similar to Morikami Nozomi's.

The little girl stretched out her hand to Saint Bartholomew.

In the palm of that little hand, a scar that was originally in the shape of [XXX] twisted and finally turned into a somewhat strange symbol.

That symbol...

It looks exactly like a kiss.

133. Goodbye, father, and my...

"Judas!"

The moment he saw the little girl, the relaxed look on Saint Bartholomew's face disappeared, and instead became extremely distorted, as if he had seen some kind of ghost.

"Impossible! I have clearly cut off all contact between you and this person, how could you still be here!?"

Although it is not clear what this kiss-like mark is, Saint Bartholomew can see very clearly that the predecessor of this mark is the holy mark of Judas, the Field of Blood.

And the moment he saw this mark, [You are the Son of God], whom he had always believed to be completely emotionless, conveyed an extremely unfamiliar emotion to him.

That emotion——

It's called fear.

The stigmata are creations of the great Lord.

Can such an existence also be afraid? !

"...The word 'Impossible' is a taboo among taboo words." Unlike 'Saint Bartholomew' who was in shock, Morikami Nozomi was even in the mood to make a joke now.

"In your eyes, Yuanjun and I have nothing to do with each other anymore, so even if I call him, Yuanjun will just treat me as a strange woman and ignore me."

"Is there something wrong?" [Saint Bartholomew] asked loudly to hide his fear.

"You should know who the enemy Judah is facing now."

"That's a country-destroying monster, the [Golden-haired, Jade-faced Nine-tailed Fox]!"

“Even an apostle must be cautious when facing a monster of this level, otherwise he will be devoured by this terrifying monster.”

"What's more, Judas is still in an unfinished state!"

"In this situation, we should cherish every bit of our power and not worry about other people!"

"Don't even mention the neighbors across the street. Even if they are parents or siblings, they should be put aside for now!"

The subjugation of [Golden-haired, Jade-faced Nine-tailed Fox] will be tomorrow.

Letting [Lika] take a look at the situation doesn't seem to have any impact on tomorrow's events.

But you have to know that if you are really entangled by something strange, you may not be able to deal with it in one day.

This is a terrifying anomaly that could change the world.

Moreover, [Lika] is Yuanhui's most relied upon means of escape.

Although he now has a substitute, the Kisaragi Train, but in terms of concealment and convenience, the Lika is the clear winner.

If [Lika] is entangled by the monster and has no way to return to Yuanhui, then Yuanhui's mobility will be greatly affected in tomorrow's battle to defeat [Golden-haired Jade-faced Nine-tailed Fox].

Maybe he would die from it.

It is precisely because of this that [Saint Bartholomew] is extremely certain that Yuanhui will never help Morikami Nozomi, his unfamiliar "neighbor".

At most, I will take another look after the matter of [Jade-faced, Golden-haired Nine-tailed Fox] is completed.

At that time, he had already obtained everything he wanted in terms of output.

"If we look at it from a utilitarian perspective, what Yuanjun did is indeed not the best choice." Thinking of the young man he followed, Morikami Nozomi showed a warm smile, "You could say it's a little silly."

"But..." She then looked at [Saint Bartholomew] with contempt mixed with disgust, "This is where he is better than you."

"You are just an ordinary person who has inherited the stigmata from your ancestors by chance because of your bloodline. You are just an ordinary person who has power and is arrogant because of it."

"But Yuan Jun was personally chosen by the great Him you mentioned, and was given the existence of the Holy Mark."

"He was born a saint."

So, even though his life might be threatened, and even though Morikami and Genki had only 'met a few times' before, Genki still sent [Rika] over without any hesitation.

This action not only created a hole in the iron curtain-like wall surrounding Morikami Nozomi, but also allowed a ray of light representing vitality to shine on the girl.

It also eliminated a very important hidden danger for his future.

Oh, excuse me.

It's 'about to be excluded', not 'excluded'.

If the wording is inaccurate, Mr. St. Bartholomew will lodge a very serious protest.

"How dare you look down on me!" Staring at the girl in front of him, veins bulged on Saint Bartholomew's forehead.

In his opinion, even if there was a monster around, Morikami Nozomi was just an ant to him.

How dare she, how dare she speak so harshly to him!

Although the mark on the doll's hand gave off an aura that made him feel terrified, so much time had passed and nothing strange had happened.

It seems that it is just bluffing.

"You are the Son of God!" Saint Bartholomew shouted out the name of his stigmata, and in response to his words, a faint glow appeared beneath his skin.

The first Bartholomew died by being skinned, so the holy marks of "Thou art the Son of God" would naturally be spread all over the body of "Saint Bartholomew".

[Saint Bartholomew] is ready to abandon his current identity.