“No, there’s no way Princess Greta Hwangbi is dead.”

It wasn’t just a vague feeling. Even when alone, the atmosphere was so lively that the skin tingled.

“Although others seem unaffected….”

Yurisien, who had directly clashed swords with Greta, could sense it. This vitality, the blind enmity of an opponent who would tear Yurisien limb from limb and chew on his flesh without a care. This belonged to Greta.

In other words, as long as this sinister aura was felt, it meant Greta existed in this world.

Yurisien, who felt Greta cursing at him like a hidden curse, let out a short laugh.

“Ha. Do you really want to kill me that badly?”

Even though she was doing her best to conceal her presence, was it not enough to hide even a single breath?

Thanks to the investigation by the Copellador Guild, the story of Count Everrium and Greta had been thoroughly understood. It meant they knew where Greta’s deepest sense of inferiority originated. However, that didn’t become a reason for her to hate Yurisien.

“Until you realize that, you’ll continue to live in hell. Or rather, you’ll continue to create hell.”

Yurisien, standing by the window, looked up at the sky. His red eyes gleamed in the moonlight. Even if Greta knew Yurisien understood her situation, there seemed to be no mercy or compassion.

In the northern part, Mid Andel. The temple that stood tall, defying the severe cold, always exuded a pure heart towards the God Withision without disturbing the surrounding landscape.

Outside, knights patrolled flawlessly, and inside, knights and clergy moved busily, maintaining a constantly quiet vitality.

Until just a few minutes ago.

“Ah, no… aah!”

“Uh, extreme… aaack!”

“Cough, cough, ugh!”

In the central prayer hall, the largest prayer hall, horrific screams echoed incessantly. Even in a place where one should be devout, unpleasant moans were heard.

There was no need to try to figure it out. It was the sound of blood flowing from the corpses piled up like a mountain. The once white and pure temple was now completely soaked in red.

“Hee, heeek, s-save…!”

The neck of a fleeing clergyman flew off.

“Please save me, ah, have mercy!”

The pleading clergyman’s body was torn into two.

“This cruel witch! Kneel before the Holy Sword!”

The knight, who rushed with powerful momentum, had his sword broken so easily.

“How can this be! Oh, O God Withision!”

The armored knight, who was kneeling and praying, had his armor shattered to pieces.

It was a slaughterhouse. There was no separate hell. Over a hundred people lost their lives in an instant.

The most sublime, noble, and considered the safest Withision Grand Temple was now in ruins. Contrary to its reputation as the only force that restrained the Hwang Castle, it was destroyed by just one person.

“Haa….”

The woman who sat on top of the highest point of the pile of corpses breathed slowly. When she inserted the sword into her not yet cold body and slowly caressed herself with her blood-stained hands, her red face, hazy eyes, and the exciting and inappropriate voice of the excited woman echoed in the prayer hall where only chaste prayers were supposed to take place.

As the woman enjoyed a moment alone, straightening her disheveled clothes and standing up from the corpse’s mountain.

“We have a problem.”

“Yeah, it’d be strange if we didn’t.”

An unpleasant conversation was heard, but the woman paid no attention.

“So, what’s the problem? Did you find out from the Hwang Castle? If so, you found out early. Has my son finally come to his senses?”

In a voice that still seemed a bit sluggish and tired, the only survivor, who had not yet recovered, swallowed dry saliva. He anticipated his own death. Once this report was done, he too would become a part of the corpse mountain. The surviving person trembled with a trembling voice.

“Asu…… Among the dead, there was not a single member of the Crown Prince’s faction. It seems they’ve already taken away all the key figures.”
After remaining silent in that spot for a while, the woman soon burst into laughter. How could she not laugh? It meant that this massacre had become meaningless!

“Ahaha, hahaha!”

Laughing madly, the woman shook as if she couldn’t contain herself, finding the situation incredibly amusing. The survivor, filled with instinctual fear and chills at this bizarre sight, couldn’t speak and held his breath.

“Hahaha, hahaha!!!”

Because of the woman who kept laughing, part of the pile of corpses they had stacked up collapsed with a rumble. Though the woman swayed, she endured it, thrusting the knife in.

Nevertheless, as she had to descend from the summit to the middle, the woman, who laughed like mad, bit her lower lip instead of laughing, as if she found the situation too entertaining.

“Damn it, damn Benjamin, damn Yurisien!”

The woman’s curse echoed through the previously screams-filled MidAndel.

A week after Greta went missing and her search was made public, Benjamin made a significant announcement.