Dimidius clenched his fists as he finished his recollection. Such a thing must never happen again. If Killen hadn’t brought someone to transmit divine power in time, he would have truly been devoured by darkness.

Dimidius didn’t hate his suddenly disappeared mother, Lilith, like James did, but he didn’t love or miss her either. So he didn’t want to become a demon, and the reason he wanted to maintain his humanity and human body was because he had always lived among humans.

“Even though you know… that I need divine power to live as a human.”

Even knowing that, the people of the church did not cooperate. They simply despised and abhorred Dimidius for being a half-demon.

So wasn’t it the people of the church who were encouraging him to become a demon?

Five years ago, the fact that the empress sent people to the grand castle to kill him was because she was a very devout believer. She might have thought he was an obstacle to the crown prince. The empress was still secretly looking for an opportunity to kill him, a half-demon, even now.

Dimidius, thinking the whole situation was truly ridiculous, sat in his chair and placed both feet on the high table. It seemed like he was wrong today. Originally, he was so sensitive that he wasn’t the type to sleep well.

Dimidius muttered, swinging his legs.

“Should I just kidnap the lady?”

One of the few people who could freely utilize divine power and had no relation to the church.

From the moment he unleashed the power of a demon on the train, it was natural that he needed the dream grass, as well as someone to transmit divine power to him again.

For about 5 years, it was possible with sacred tools, but not anymore.

Dimidius didn’t want to go back to the past.

To that monstrous form.

Never.

The church of Odor Province was a church with very beautiful frescoes. The 12 gods who protected the Bonus Empire were painted on all the ceilings of the main church. In particular, the hair of the goddess in charge of beauty and art was vividly expressed like rippling waves. The long hair endlessly stretched out to reach the stained glass windows.

And the oak door with arabesque patterns.

The golden altar under the central dome.

The priests walking around in white vestments.

Olentia, standing in the aisle.

Olentia knew that the dream she was having now was no ordinary dream. Although her contract husband didn’t appear this time, she could tell just by the feeling.

That’s when it happened.

Someone threw themselves out of the window on the top floor of the Odor Province church.

Thud!

Olentia, who was standing in the aisle, was startled by the brutally fallen woman and couldn’t do anything.

Only an incredibly splendid orange shell hairpin rolled towards the frozen Olentia.

“Ahhh!”

‘To dream of someone else committing suicide. Such an ominous dream…’

Even though Olentia knew it was a dream, her whole body was drenched in sweat. She gulped down her dry saliva and fiddled with her wet hair. Then she thought of the orange shell hairpin that had rolled towards her.

She knew what it was.

“I think Madam introduced it as a limited edition.”

She thought it was pretty, but could it be that she had such an extreme dream because she wanted it so badly?

Olentia threw off the blanket and slowly sat down in front of the desk mirror to come to her senses. Her face was probably pale white.

Early in the morning, before Bobby arrived.

Olentia inadvertently looked in the mirror and flinched.

“What, what! Why is the wound gone?”

She raised her head and examined her neck. She even took the mirror to the window and held it up to the sunlight because she couldn’t believe it.

But it remained the same. The neck was only clean, as if an accident had never happened.

“All I did was apply ointment.”

She had never called a healer or a doctor, nor had she used any healing tools.

‘When I held the lady’s hand, I felt it.’

‘I felt divine power. The lady doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but she definitely has innate divine power. Since I’m half-human and half-demon… I can definitely feel whether there is divine power or not.’

Suddenly, Dimidius’s words rang in her head.

The biggest advantage of divine power is healing power. A powerful ability that can protect oneself and others!

Olentia put the mirror down on the table with trembling hands.

“What… am I? Was I an ability user who appeared in Armeniaca after 100 years?”

In the Bonus Empire, there are about 30 people with divine power. Apart from the sacred maiden and the pope who have unapproachable power, the archbishop is the strongest. Except for those three, the difference in ability is similar. Most of them were people related to the church.

There are characteristically three categories of divine power.

First, the sacred light that priests consider the most important. It is the power to destroy evil spirits. Apart from spirits, the sacred maiden and the pope can be cited as examples of those who can confront demons.

The second is healing power. Sometimes, people who have divine power but are not priests make a lot of money through healing power. However, that healing power is said to be limited to healing very small wounds, and it varies greatly from person to person, whether it is a powerful ability to save someone on the verge of death.

Lastly, there is offensive power. If you go to the long gallery of the Armeniaca’s ducal house, you can see the images of ancestors creating white spheres, and with those white spheres, you can strike others.

This, too, like healing power, differed in the degree of offensive power depending on how large a sphere one could create. And among those with divine power, those who could use offensive power meaningfully were extremely rare.

Perhaps it’s because divine power is originally a bright and shining ability to save people.

Many thoughts flashed through Olentia’s mind.

“Haha! It’s really unbelievable. You’re saying I have even a little bit of divine power.”

Last night, she saw the vibrations of the dream grass that was said to emanate divine power, and this morning, she confirmed self-healing. With this much, she couldn’t deny having divine power.

‘Wait a minute. But something’s strange?’

Olentia got up from her seat and shouted.

“If I have it, it’s a good thing!”

Is there a reason to deny it?

It was a very important ability that could further solidify the fact that she was the true owner who carried on the legitimacy of the Armeniaca family.

But that’s why she was even more cautious.

Olentia decided to hide this fact until she was really sure.

It seemed like a brief spring rain had fallen at dawn.

When she stepped outside the mansion, the ground was still damp, not yet hardened. Fortunately, the rain had stopped in the morning.

Today was an important day when Uncle Jack Odor would introduce her to Archbishop Werbu.

Olentia wore a modest and chaste dress.

It was a luxurious-looking purple velvet crinoline dress with no exposed skin at all, and only a very slight lace at the end of the sleeves.

Her hair was also neatly tied into one, and she wore red-dyed ankle boots. There were no flashy embroideries or ribbons at all.

‘Is this enough?’

She had to make a good impression on Archbishop Werbu. He was known to the people of the Bonus Empire as a frugal person who was respected. Honestly, she didn’t know what he was like on the inside, but it was better to match his public stance.

Olentia gulped down her dry saliva out of nervousness. Seeing her like that, Bobby encouraged her.

“This is perfect, young lady. It’s not much different from your usual attire.”

“Yes. I hope I don’t make any mistakes in front of the archbishop.”

“You’re a smart young lady. You’ll do well.”

At that moment, a black sandalwood carriage with a crescent moon emblem embossed on it arrived in front of the mansion.

Olentia really liked the apricot tree emblem of Armeniaca, but she also thought the crescent moon of the Odor County was pretty.

Was it because she had walked a moonlit forest path with Dimidius a few days ago?

Olentia smiled brightly as she watched Uncle Jack Odor get out of the carriage.

“Uncle! You look especially handsome today?”

As if he had put in effort to look handsome, Jack Odor’s hair was neatly slicked back with pomade, and he wore a stylish morning coat.

At his niece’s compliment, Jack Odor grinned from ear to ear and escorted Olentia. She naturally took his hand and got into the carriage, and as soon as she leaned her back against the flat leather seat, her eyes lit up.

“Uncle. Hurry up and get in. I must find out today.”

“Find out what?”

“About Archbishop Werbu. What’s the reason he came to Odor Province? Can’t you tell me?”

“I told you, you don’t need to know.”

“Is that so? What if I blurt out something in front of the archbishop and make a mistake?”

They say knowing yourself and your enemy guarantees victory in every battle.

Olentia wanted to know about the archbishop in detail. But Jack Odor just firmly folded his arms as if he wouldn’t budge.

“For someone like that, your attire is truly modest and frugal, my niece.”

Olentia pouted her lips. It seemed difficult to hear it from her uncle’s mouth.

How much time had passed since then?

Finally, they arrived at the Odor Province church.

Escorted by her uncle, Olentia set foot on the ground and briefly frowned.

“What, what the…”

The appearance of the Odor Province church was exactly as she had seen in her dream. In particular, the aisle where she stood in the dream was so identical and still vivid that it gave her goosebumps.

Startled, Olentia couldn’t enter the church entrance and took a step back.

“Niece. What’s wrong?”

At her uncle’s words, not understanding the reason, Olentia asked, gasping for breath.

“Um, have I ever been here when I was young?”