“Hmm. Is every bastard around me a vampire?” Rahmadat asked with both his hands holding a nearby worship bench.

“Probably not all of them. The guys who brought us here were humans.”

It was a convincing assumption because there was no way that vampires who would turn into ashes under sunlight could evangelize during the day.

“Um, would it be too strange if this church burned down all of a sudden?” Gong Ju-Ha asked carefully.

“Not really. The church can catch fire if a candlestick falls over, and there’s no one to extinguish the flames.”

When Skaya answered Gong Ju-Ha’s question, one of the priests nodded and allowed the vampires to make a move.

“Go ahead and drink up, my brothers and sisters!”

“Blood… blood! Blood!”

“Their necks are mine!”

Dozens of vampires charged in like zombies, but the others didn’t even budge. They had complete faith in Gong Ju-Ha.

Tic. Tic.

Gong Ju-Ha snapped her fingers and said, “It won’t hurt.”

Snap!

Gong Ju-Ha wasn’t lying because she was planning to turn the vampires into mere ashes in the proverbial blink of an eye.

Fwoosh!

A white flame rose like a wave and inundated the church.

“Wow!” Skaya exclaimed, seemingly impressed by the beautiful sight.

People were usually cremated at around a thousand Celsius, but it would still take two hours to turn someone into ashes at those temperatures.

‘But her white flame is...