And I hated. I resented her.

“Elizabeth Kitten.”

Walking the path of life as the “protagonist” on the path of light bestowed by the gods.

Envious to the point of madness and hatred, it seemed unbearable if she couldn’t drag her down into the same situation as herself.

“Like I did to the previous protagonist, Siena Evergreen.”

“Let her walk the same path as Siena.”

Kirie thought the world that had plunged her family into the abyss of death should disappear.

Therefore, to fulfill the divine favor of saving this world, it was right to bring down the apostles in the cruelest and most miserable way.

“No one can escape from this hell.”

Father, mother, brother. And the beloved chefs of the family.

“Just wait a little longer.”

“After everything is over, let’s meet again…”

Kirie cut her palm, letting blood flow. After drawing a magic circle with the crimson blood, memorizing the spell, an ominous light flickered, and the magic was activated.

Aaaahhh…

Painful, painful, painful, painful, painful, painful, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…

In the distance, it seemed like the agonizing screams of zombies could be heard. Even though this was Rynsted, a place where the noise from the capital Agatha wouldn’t reach.

As blood tears flowed from Kirie’s bright blue eyes, bursting veins, he realized the most suitable offering for the forbidden magic was the life of a human connected by bloodline.

So, what is the most effective offering that can maximize the power of magic?

Kirie answered that it was his own life.

As blood tears fell down the pale cheeks and evaporated before reaching the ground, he declared that the final magic, squeezing his life, would not stop until Kirie Warei’s life was cut off.

“Rise, my puppets.”

If you don’t want to be more tormented, kill all the remaining living ones. Devour them.

“Then you will be free.”

Lie. A lie with not even a single grain of truth. Neither a pure lie of white nor a lie stained with the utmost evil. However, the zombie puppets bound by the spell of the sorcerer lend their ears to it. They believe. They obey absolutely.

Really, this is the end. If you kill, we can escape. We will not let you go if you break the promise. It hurts. It’s devastating. Please end it. So, listen to the command. We want to rest…

Fresh blood trickled from Kirie’s lips.

“Yes. If you want to rest, quickly kill them all.”

He scattered the stolen divine knowledge. The zombies rose, climbing over the walls of the capital. Whether they vanished due to the barrier or struggled to climb, they would finally go outside to create more significant chaos.

Kirie laughed as he looked into the mirror. His face, stained with a creepy smile, looked not like a human but marred with ecstasy, pain, and madness.

A red pattern was slowly being engraved on his forehead.

Announcing to the lords of the other regions that the final battle is approaching, many people contributed supplies, even gathering their souls.

Anyway, if we retreat here, we’ll all end up dead.

Either die or fight with all our might. In a situation where only these two options were presented, there was no other consideration.

Some oblivious lords, trembling with fear, sought refuge and asylum in foreign lands, but I didn’t care.

Because leaving with them wasn’t a path to survival.

“If we fail, it’s a life already lost anyway.”

I merely sighed at the foolishness of chasing immediate gains.

I assigned the nearby lords in the region where the fleeing lords followed to temporarily manage the local residents and requested them to collect and bring all the explosives and magic bombs.

Of course, the destination for those explosives was the capital Agatha.

“Even if you’re in Whitewood, with me and the gods pooling our strength, as soon as all the explosives gather, we can drop them onto the capital at once, so it’s okay.”

“Then I’ll trust you.”

Believing in Zero’s assurance, I instructed all the bombs and explosives to gather in front of the north gate of the capital.

I thought it would be safer to place them in front of the sacred portal gate.

Indeed, even the insane zombies near the door where the sacred energy was felt couldn’t easily stagger around. It was fortunate that they hadn’t come out yet, but… I didn’t know how long they could endure.

When talking with Matapju through the communication device, he frowned, expressing the heavy responsibility of dealing with the zombies.

I told all the wizards of Matap to go near the capital and guard the bombs, and I also ordered them to manufacture powerful magic bombs. But their complaints were not limited to this.

“There’s nothing we can do. If we fail, we’ll all die. Encourage them a bit more to endure.”

In front of me, who was casting a spell that could be translated as ‘What should we do?’, Matapju just let out a deep sigh.

Wizards are not obedient people.

“If they’re wizards who can run away in a life-threatening situation, they’re probably the ones who want to live the most.”