Although there was a subtle madness in the Pope’s gaze, no one present noticed his mad look in that moment.

Axel Mirmord, who had lived in the demonic realm for over a decade, was already in a half-dead state. However, his gaze was still as ominous as ever.

As if to prove the bizarre rumor of consuming corpses, a stench emanated from his body.

Nevertheless, the Pope stared at Axel without blinking an eye.

Axel, who was sitting on the floor like a stranger, opened his malodorous mouth and asked.

“Did you bring me from the demonic realm?”

“Yes.”

“And that saintly woman… Yes, the Pope. A nobody.”

The Pope’s expression, looking at Axel, instantly turned cold. It was as if he was looking at someone who had touched his reversed scales.

“What did you say.”

Whether the Pope spoke or not, Axel seemed unaffected. He blinked his eyes and continued speaking.

“Exactly speaking, Your Holiness, you are nothing but a person without the status of a saint.”

“Bold words.”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you just a puppet of the saint?”

Axel teased with a mocking tongue as the Pope looked at him with a cold expression. Especially at this moment, realizing that a part of his divine power had disappeared, the Pope felt even more uneasy.

Watching Axel with discomfort about his own position, Axel taunted him with a mischievous tongue.

“Do you know why you came to me, Pope? To find your proper status, to hand over Mirmord to me?”

Only then did the discomfort vanish from the Pope’s face, and he whispered.

“Yes, I plan to give you the Mirmord family. Of course, there are conditions, but if you want Mirmord, you’ll have to cooperate.”

“Do you really not know me, Pope?”

In a depleted state, Axel twisted his lips and laughed.

In essence, I love sin and chaos. If I get Mirmord, the world will be filled with the greatest chaos. That’s the part I like the most.”

“…”

As Axel stared at the Pope’s dull eyes, he raised one corner of his mouth more deeply.

“So, what are the conditions?”

“The weakness of Siyan Mirmord.”

At the mention of ‘the weakness of Siyan Mirmord,’ Axel subtly observed the Pope’s expression. Then he coaxed the Pope with his tongue, seemingly playful.

“Of course, I know.”

“Then tell me.”
“By the way, you know, that saint Melodia seems smarter than you. Can I trust you even if I believe in you?”

At those words, the Pope instantly erased his expression.

“I am the Pope, a man of the foolish Mirmord.”

“So.”

“…It means that my side is the nucleus of power rather than the saint.”

Axel nodded with a weary smile.

“Yes, Pope. So, does that mean you will be the center of this operation?”

“Operation…?”

At that moment, a chill spread from Axel’s eyes. Even the Pope had a cold and composed expression, enough to be surprised.

“Listen carefully. We need to kidnap Siyan Mirmord. As soon as possible.”

“What is this, I don’t understand.”

“There’s no time to report to others. That wicked girl will prepare every trap the moment you arrive. Run immediately, instead of discussing with the saint. And…”

After shaking his bony hand in the air a few times, Axel clenched his fist as if holding a noose.

“Kidnap her, and kill her.”

In a dark room.

In the dim atmosphere, I blinked. My eyes were covered with a blindfold, and I couldn’t hear anything.

Lately, the atmosphere seemed strangely suspicious…

‘I thought I was being taken to a tea party, but I fell asleep in the carriage and woke up here.’

Since there was no case of a noble girl managing the upper class from a young age and no Mirmod girl of my age in the social circle, I was quite well-received.

Considering that the Pope and the saint returned from the path of light, I thought there would be a grand festival.

But instead of a festival, it seemed that a low-class person was planning to kidnap me. Judging by the current situation, they seemed to be planning to kill me as well.

‘Really, who is behind this can be guessed, but… This is absurd. Grown-ups tormenting a fifteen-year-old teenager? It’s trash.’

I tried to look around with my eyes only, bound in restraint. But the light did not come in through the blindfold, so my efforts were in vain.

It was almost like an evil plot of wicked people to make me unable to open my eyes. However, I was not the type to be frustrated by just one kidnapping. If I had been, I would have died as soon as I entered the villainous family.

‘Pull yourself together, Siyan Mirmord. Even if you enter a tiger’s den, you can survive if you stay focused!’

My head was throbbing, making it difficult to regain my composure. I puckered my lips, took a deep breath, and sighed.

But a strange fragrance wafted through my nostrils, and my mind gradually became fuzzy. It was as if someone had sprayed sleeping pills, and I tried to wake up by shaking my tightly bound hands and feet.

What finally woke up my gradually numbing mind was a husky and deep voice.

“…En.”

I unconsciously forced my eyes, which had become heavy, open.

The blindfold was gone, and a bright light welcomed me.

And in front of my eyes…

“Axel Mirmord?”

There stood Axel Mirmord, a skeletal figure with only bones left on his entire body.

Although it was a face I had never seen before, perhaps due to long exposure in the original work, I instinctively knew that he was Axel.