‘It didn’t go as planned.’

- Die!

- …

- Die! You traitor!

- …

- Dieeeee!!!

‘So bloody…’

Yevkarina looked no different from a servant of a demon as the goddess’ mirror displayed her actions. The way she bashed the head of a widely acclaimed priest of the Republic using Varian’s statuette made her look like a psychopathic murderer. If someone told me that she was a part of the brigade in her past life, I would have believed it. No, it wasn’t just the brigade. She was definitely a servant of demons. I was sure even Belial would applaud in joy at her appearance.

‘She’s definitely something.’

Her face was covered in blood, her hair was in a mess, and her uniform was covered in blood as well. She was not different from a criminal who had just been caught red-handed. It was kind of different from what I had planned, but this wasn’t bad either. However, Father Bishop was useful, so he wasn’t supposed to die here.

‘Father Bishop got too excited.’

He definitely didn’t like the holy wine I gave him. I told him the situation was...