Inoru Kami Wo Sirazu, Negau Kokoro no Katachi wo Miezu, Soredemo Tuki Wa Yozora Ni Noboru

“½: A God and His Demi-Human”

“Good morning. I apologize for asking you this when you just woken up, but I wish for you to save this world, Hero-sama.”

She is dazzling. The beauty, whose charm would make anyone swoon when they wake up, gave a smile to the person.

The young girl’s light and wavy silver hair and oval-face shape were very captivating. The vibrant color of her cerulean eyes were enhanced by her long eyelashes on her face. She is cladded in a predominantly white robe and was almost like a doll with her calm demeanor. However, a certain body trait of hers is very conspicuous compared to the rest. That is, the two horns protruding from the top of her head above her ears.

“A Draconian?” A little hoarse male voice could be heard asking a question.

It was then the person realized it. The realization that “they” are a man. The fact that he is inside a dimly-lit room. Furthermore, he came out of a glass container. At the moment, pink liquid is gushing out of the glass container and flowing into the drain. The room he is in is filled to the brim with unfamiliar experimental tools and specimen jars that contain eyeballs, ears, arms, and many other body parts floating inside the translucent glass.

“This is a project to manufacture human bodies, no, could it be a rapid-aging project? May I ask how many months has passed since this body was created?”

“It’s been 3 months since you were born into this era, Hero-sama. It is amazing that you grasped everything brilliantly. Our greatest concern during the transmigration process is if your knowledge would remain intact from one body to another. But it seems that worrying about that was unnecessary.”

The young girl’s expression and voice were brimming in elation. Soon after, the young man made a cute sneeze in front of her.

“Oh no, it slipped my mind. I can’t let you stay undressed. Let me aid in dressing you before you catch a cold.”

Using a cloth, the young girl wiped the pink liquid off of the drenched naked man. After wiping him dry, she efficiently dressed the young man in the garments she prepared beforehand. During the whole process, the young man wore an absentminded expression.

“Where am I? I, actually rather than that, what’s today?”

“It’s been 1,000 years since the Hero-sama defeated the Devil.” The young girl informed, while she kneels down to put on the shoes for the young man.

Even when the young man was looking down from above, the two curved horns on the young girl’s head were still striking to the eyes. The man unconsciously reached out and casually grabbed the horns with both hands. He found it to be easier to hold than expected in his hands and stroked it while checking the hardness of it for no particular reason.

Then, a weak plea rang out.

“Um, I apologize for requesting this of you, but what you’re doing is a bit uncomfortable. I beg of you, if you could refrain from continuing.”

Her pale skin was flushed in a deep crimson color from mortification. Immediately, the man took his hands off the horns. Then, while he was being compliant, he inquired to her.

“That thing that is attached to your head. Don’t you think it’s heavy?”

For a brief moment, the young girl’s expression was like her blood had runned cold.

But her next action also took a short moment too. She immediately made an amiable smile and answered composedly.

“Yes, I concur. But it’s nothing out of the ordinary for Draconians like me.”

Her smile and the tone of her voice didn’t waver once; there were no gaps in her mannerism to exploit because it was so perfect. The young lightly nodded like he was convinced.

“So, who are my foes?” He continued on.

“Please allow me to guide you. Let’s discuss as we travel to the destination.”

She opened the door and encouraged the young man to leave the room.

It was then that she put her hands near her mouth like she had noticed something odd.

“Oh no, I forgot about this entirely. We should have done this from the very start.” The silver-haired girl turned to face the young man.

“This is our first time meeting. I am Lamia Them Hymsept. I hold the position as a Saint in the Astral Order and serve to aid you as an attendant to the mighty Hero-sama.”

Something about her eyes, that reflects the azure firmament, were so modest, and yet alluringly captivated the young man.

†

The echoes of the footsteps accompanied Lamia’s strings of words just like a song with their accompaniments. She was reciting the hymn of a legend like she was telling a story.

“Long ago, the Devil that threatened the world was defeated at the cost of the beloved Hero’s life and brought 1,000 years of peace for generations. During the battle against the Devil, there was a comrade who fought alongside the Hero. Her name was Selena, the Sage, and after the battle, established the Astral Order. It was for the sake of letting the Hero’s tale be told to the future generations and prepare for the approaching calamity confrontations.

“The approaching calamity?”

“There exists retainers of the Devil, who was supposed to have been sealed at the same time when their leader died. There’s been an increase of activities with the surviving retainers. However, because of the long eons of peace, we no longer have the power we had before. We have lost the numerous spells and ancient mysteries that were commonplace in your era, and now humanity’s lives are at stake. It’s embarrassing to ask, but we have no choice but to rely on the powers of the Hero-sama.”

“I see. I understand what you are saying. So that’s why I’m the ‘Hero’ .” The young man said in a somewhat vague manner of speaking.

“Huh? Yes, that is the case.”

Lamia looked at him with a mixture of perplexity and anxiety, but the clouded face was immediately covered up with a soft smile.

They reached the end of the passage and arrived at the stairs. It seems this facility was underground. Also, considering how high up they were traveling up around the circular stairs, the facility was fairly deep below the surface.

But the young man in regards to that had no particular interests in it. Sure enough, he was listening to Lamia while having a blank expression.

“Although Hero-sama lost his life in the decisive battle against the Evil God, Our Founder-sama has taken measures to prepare for the next time the world is in a predicament like this. That is the “Transmigration Ritual.” It is a very difficult ritual that rebirths the Hero-sama into a baby that inherits your soul.”

It appears that the Order rapidly aged the baby who inherited the Hero’s soul by 10 or so years and achieved in bringing the Hero-sama in the current form of a young man.

Lamia stopped in her tracks. When they reached the top of the stairs, there was a large spacious room. The spacious ceremonial room had an altar, murals on the ceiling, and near the pews that were lined up had tall pillars that were sculpted beautifully. However, it was somewhat dark, and a putrid smell was wafting in the building. It looks like the building was not receiving any natural light from outside. The only source of light comes from the many mosses that are spread about on the pillars, clinging closely and faintly glowing on the structures.

The young man was gazing at the church mindlessly, but Lamia hurriedly guided him.

“Please come this way.” They headed toward the exit passing through the center of the church.

Passing through the gentle-curved arch, the two of them stood in front of a large door.

Remia placed her hand on the door, and whispered something quietly.

The door creaked open as the world revealed itself slowly.

The young man squinted his eyes against the dazzling light.

And then, he saw it.

“Hero-sama, we need you to lend a hand to save us from this world of nightmare.”

The town was dyed in a deep crimson.

It was the color of the flames that consumed the people that were trying to flee the town. At the same time, it was the color of the flying blood when the ugly beasts gnaw, rip, and hold the citizens body with their pointy fangs and hairy hands and legs.

Large beasts, neither wolves nor bears, were howling at the moon.

Responding to the large beasts’ calls, stone beasts who had wings like bats swooped down from the sky.

The giant spider stretches its threads between the buildings and bides its time to catch prey. It seems that the spiders have already captured some, as seen by the many limbs peaking out of its mouth.

An unpleasant cacophony reverberated its tune through the town, made up by the death cries of the fallen and the outcry of the beasts.

The color of the sky was as if a child had splattered and dumped paint onto a drawing. If hell existed, then this place was truly where the purgatory was. Showing such a world to the Hero, Lamia, once again, appealed to the Hero just in case.

“Hero-sama, you were the grand savior who sacrificed themselves for the world in the past. Additionally, you are the guiding light to our Order. We humbly ask you once again, to use your power for the sake of the powerless and vulnerable humanity.”

Children were wailing, parents were being torn apart, and the elderly were being mercilessly stampeded on in the town. Even though people and buildings were burning into ashes, the young man still showed no signs of stirring, more or less, lacked emotions.

All of a sudden, the young man whispered.

“I can hear it.”

“What?”

“I can hear the cry of a baby.”

A maelstrom of noises was being maintained due the chaos in the town. Therefore, a baby’s crying is as expected given the chaos, the young man’s words seem to imply something else. Lamia looked at him with a puzzled expression in her eyes.

This young man, is he really the “Hero” that the girl wished for?

And then, the young man, who had been absent minded like he was looking at something far away, suddenly was transforming. It was a very moving scene for Lamia. Lamia’s eyes widened as if she had finally witnessed the person she had wished for and was trembling heavily.

“If that is how you wish for me to act, then I’ll conduct myself according to your wish.”

His hair turned into a golden hair that was shimmering within the flames and his jasper eyes hid a gentle glow. His tense expression captures how he is very much aware of the threat that stands before him.

Not only that, the fierceness of his gaze shows how resolute he was.

Wouldn’t this person be the kind of legendary Hero that everyone dreams to see?

Following the transformation, the young man ran out towards the town.

Lamia will surely never forget for the rest of her life the figure sweeping away the battlefield where the carnage took place in the time it takes for a single zephyr to blow. The young man, who was supposed to be empty-handed, exploded the grotesque beasts to nothing one-by-one whenever he passed near them.

His five fingers on his hand were moving like he was pulling a string little by little, and in answer to that, beams of light flew and gathered in the air.

Before anyone realized, golden swords made out of light arrived above the young man’s head. The swarms of the impure beasts were decimated by the slashes of the light that tore up foes across the battlefield in tandem to the signal of his fingers.

Wherever the light blade travels, the path follows behind it, and dimly shining particles flutter down as an aftereffect.

Subduing the enemies like he was dancing; it was difficult to believe that he was fighting. At the sight that was like a scene from a painting, Lamia’s breath was taken away.

There he was, the hero of light that Lamia had seen so many times in her dreams.

After obliterating his opponents in his surroundings with his fierce strikes, the Hero soon relaxed and surveyed the area around him. Then, he walked up to the injured that were lying on the ground.

A child was frightened by the person who the child had never seen before, but the young man smiled like he was emitting a warm light, and gently extended his hand.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe now. I won’t let them hurt anyone any further.” His clear voice caused the whole air to tremble.

Immediately following after, light particles enclosed the area around the Hero, and the light traveled through the nooks and cranny of the injured that is reminiscent of a refreshing breeze.

One after another, the cries of astonishment, relief, and joy rang out.

The gash wound in the male’s stomach, the woman’s neck wound that was bleeding heavily, a child whose arm was ripped to pieces, and even the fractured leg of an elderly— it was all cured in an instant just like a miracle.

That was certainly like the Mystery power that has been lost for eons.

The eyes of the people who had witnessed hope were looking at the Hero.

He who mercilessly judges evil and he who gives merciful benevolence to the weak. If there was such a thing as a saint, then he was the personification of it.

The Hero tenderly took it in all the emotions of the people: respect, worship, and all other emotions.

“Lamia, can I entrust his care to you?” Although startled from being called suddenly, Lamia instantly nodded.

“Please rely on me. The Cathedral also works as a sanctuary that prevents all impurity from entering. The Order will protect him. Please allow me to take care of evacuating all the citizens, Hero-sama.”

“I got it. I will head towards and attack the ring-leader of this.” Right after saying it, the Hero lightly jumped into the air.

A group of light blades had assembled and formed wings on his back. He jumped heights that no other person can reach, then immediately landed onto the roofs of buildings, and continued to repeat that process throughout the town.

His objective is the large castle found in the middle of the town. It was the source of the monsters that were running amok in town. He continued onward without stopping, cutting down his foes by swinging his blades of light.

Lamia instantly touches her horns while the figure of the hero is burned into her eyes. She stroked the entirety of her horn as if she was checking something and whispered.

“Sure enough, that is my Hero-sama.”

†

A hideous pig was guffawing while sitting bolt-up on the blood-strained throne. There were two soggy spheres that had a reddish color and placed on top of his swollen stomach. It’s already unrecognizable to what the spheres originally were. The pig toyed with the spheres with two hands along with displaying the crown that he had stolen. But there is no way a pig could comprehend the value and such of the crown.

The pig had finally usurped the throne that he was supposed to have longed for. One of the spheres he was playing with was the severed head of his brother and the other was the woman that he had loved. Despite having the crown that he had yearned to the point of insanity, he grew tired of playing with them and threw away the spheres and crown to the floor.

The bloodstained remains tumbled to the floor. A shaking hand stretches out towards the bodies that met its end in the cruelest way.

“My Dear Father, my Dear Mother…”

The red girl embraced the remains of the bodies. Even though the girl’s medium-length hair that reaches her shoulder were styled prettily, she was covered in filth and had the fragrance of decomposing flesh. Her hair tufts and the cute dress she was wearing had the lingering entrails of her parents body.

“Just why, why would you do such a thing, dear Uncle, why?”

The young girl cried to the large pig who snorted loudly on the throne.

But words will never reach a beast that lacks human intelligence. He was a traitor who accomplished his wish to take the throne for himself. But in exchange, he had become a mindless beast.

“It’s pointless, your Highness, Princess Angelica. The Kingdom will drown in a nightmare alongside that imprudent swine.” The man scoffed at her, standing like he was looking down at Angelica who was sitting on the floor.

A tall lean man, wearing a bluish purple robe held a metal pocket-watch in one hand. His demonic-like beautiful face turned into a wicked look, guffawing at how the royal castle had met its end in the most beautifully wicked way.

“Soon, my retainers will soon fill the kingdom and this land will become the cradle for a nightmare. This time, by the will of our magnificent master, the “Sowing” will start.”

Angelica could not understand the words the man was cackling about.

This shady man claimed to be a sage and curried favor with the King’s young brother. Since he was able to enter the castle as he pleased, everything went down from there. Every evening, strange rituals were taking place. There was the drug being spread across the land and the earthy aroma that lingered in the air. Her vassals were becoming crazy and could no longer keep their composure. And finally, her soldiers turn into grotesque monsters that go on a frenzy on the nights of the full moon.

Squirming behind the man was the fate of her former vessels: nothing more than a lump of meat. The mass of flesh, while making inarticulate screaming, was dispensing mucus while giving birth to monsters. The monsters that were birthed from this headed outside the castle. It’s easy to imagine the horrific state of the royal capital outside.

“Why would you do this sort of deplorable thing! You are a demon!”

In response to the glares that were emitting all her hatred and blame, the person only had a faint smile float on his face.

A clapping sound resounded into the room. Then the sound of the man opening his pocket watch.

“There is no need for discussion, for that it’s because I’m a demon. More precisely, I am part of the Daemon race. We are devout believers who desire in our great master of nightmare revival, and for that purpose we will change this world.”

There was no point denouncing the man who prides himself on his depravity.

There’s a rumor that there was a heretical group that believed in a fallen wicked god, and wanted to change the world into a nightmare. This was a rumor that Angelica knew of too.

However, she had never even dreamed how horrifying that event would be when it came.

In the throes of helplessness, terrified, and tormented, Angelica cursed her irrational fate. She can remember her beloved parents that poured out so much love to her. Her gentle and kind vassals. Her heart was filled with unbearable hatred towards the man before her eyes, who played with her innocent people of her Kingdom. And yet she can’t stand up against him, in spite of all her frustration.

“Oh, here we go again, I can’t be having you die a dog’s death on me. It’s getting too boring.”

The man’s swift kick-motion passed before Angelica’s eyes. The dagger she had hidden for killing herself was flung away.

“Instead, I’ll have you become the hostage for the Hero who will be arriving. I have known from the previous loops that this is very effective for the man of sickeningly nice noble nature.”

“A Hero? A hostage? What in the world are you spouting?”

“I hope it’s the last time we’ll see that good-mannered face. Even though he is stupidly strong, we were able to analyze his fighting patterns after battling him more than a 100 times. And the result of that is that it’s possible to win against him.The last loop we did, we ended in a draw. This time, through this bout, we’ll succeed in making this the final loop.”

For some reason, the man was irritated and stressed, and was engrossed in opening and closing the lid of his pocket watch as if he was pressured.

Even after all that said and done, the man was in fear of “something”.

He was very wary. His subordinate beasts were lined up in an ostentatious manner and there were troops lying in the cover of the pillars and such. And the person in concern was crouching, laying low and on guard, as if he could move swiftly at any time if anything happens.

When she saw that, Angelica could only think of despair.

Supposing that she survived the calamity and someone came to her rescue, how could anyone think of defeating this man?

Even the Imperial Guards, the most elite force in the Kingdom, could not defeat this man. No matter how quick the blade hits, no matter how many strikes are made, that means nothing when that man walks about and evades like he could predict every moves. Perhaps, the “Heroes’ ‘ that are recognized by the “Alliance” could win against him. But even then, it’s meaningless. A “Hero” is a “protector that protects pure-blooded individuals”.

For that reason, the Hero won’t save this country. At the same time, they won’t help Angelica. If she was allowed to pray to somebody, at most, she could only pray to a God.

But that merciful god had perished a long time ago. It is only now merely a large corpse.

He was a cruel Creator, who brought unreasonable ordeals in the form of calamities, famine, and diseases. But may he punish mercilessly to this evil man.

“Just die.”

Crouch lower, get lower, she cursed, casting her eyes down like she was looking into hell below. Please, please God, hear my plea. Please punish this man with the same amount of suffering that my mother and father suffered. I offer my life, so for the sake of my plea—-

“Kill him, kill this deplorable man!”

In response to the throat-piercing plea was a chilling question.

“So all I have to do is to kill them, right?”

At that moment, a foul breeze came into the spacious room. Angelica curled her body at the rancid stench and the dreaded screaming.

She squeezed her eyes shut to protect herself. There was something, a being, even more terrifying than the nightmare that had ravaged the castle. And it was getting closer. Her anxiety swelled and her body was shaking. The reverberating sounds around her were the cries of agony of the beasts. She was so scared of the threat who came in, and begged for help inside her heart.

“A bunch of small fries. Know your place before me.”

Angelica opened her eyes timidly, realizing that the being that had a ruthless and cold-hearted voice had no intent on killing her.

The girl couldn’t figure out if her trembling was from blissful admiration or shaking from fear.

The arrogant young man who was standing there was as beautiful as a nightmare.

His hair was as black as the night sky and had eyes like obsidians. But his eyes that evilly expressed that he wanted to kill and intimidating facial expression pretty much ruined his beautiful face.

But even more, to describe the mayhem he is creating, “nauseating” is too lacking of a word to picture the scene.

The two hands weaved through the impure haze and what came out in numbers were large insects, bugs, and aphids. From centipedes to worms, scorpions to spiders, and locusts and beetles crowd the beasts one by one. They enter the body from the noses or mouths and eat from the inside. The air had poisonous fumes swirling and acidic fluids dissolved the floor to swallow the beasts. The military forces for this nightmare were being swallowed by an even stronger nightmare. Angelica gulped to repress the physiological disgust. And, the person who was panicking more than anyone else, was the one who was supposed to be the most scary individual, the Daemon man.

“Just what is this? Just what is going on? Where are your light swords you always used? And the color of your hair is different. A different person, no, are you the same person?”

The other man looked at the being with fear in his eyes, as he was eaten alive and suffering from the burning pain of what was supposed to be skin. It was as if he was looking at something that shouldn’t be there. Even in the middle of writhing his body, the man did not let go of the pocket watch. That was his lifeline. He continued to grip it while opening the lid again and again. While the minute hand ticks away, and a harmony of the death throes echoes through the room.

“The baby cried so much tonight. Even though they couldn’t sleep tonight, there is no reason to wake up from an alarm clock if there are no sweet dreams to wake up from.”

“The baby cried so much at night. Even though they have lost a lot of sleep tonight, there is no meaning to waking up by an alarm clock if there were no dreams to wake up from.”

The meaning behind the cryptic words made its presence known well, and the dial of the pocket watch cracked with a snap. He watched it happen, and the dumbfounded man whispered.

“This can’t be happening, I can’t rewind time, I can’t go back to the save point.” The body that was supposed to be a male ran, and was stomped by the young man by the head to the floor.

“No, this can’t be real!”

Angelica felt a tad disappointment seeing the man’s unsightly stupefied face.

The wicked person who has destroyed her whole world was only a tiny villain that was easily kicked aside.

The man cried and screamed in front of the young man, being devoured by the insects and pushed down to the darkness.

“This is impossible! This, for this to happen! Our God, our great Master, punished this person with a calamitous fate!!”

“There is no such thing as God. You’re just someone who respects the filthy trash of a being. Just an idiotic fool.” He said cold heartedly.

For the young man, everything is judged as equal, Angelica thought. In his eyes, life and death are equally meritless. His dreadfulness, his arrogance, his huge presence, the girl’s heart fell into the depths of it all.

“Suppose there is someone who is creating a world of nightmares as they please and for some reason that someone is bestowed the name of god. But that title is only for one person— me.”

He nonchalantly crushed the skull with his foot and the brain spinal fluids were sent flying. The body of the fallen man was dissolving and swallowed by an unknown poison.

The army of insects, the rotting smell of decay, the stagnated liquids, these were all part of the massacre that was truly nauseating. The young man does not allow any parts of the nightmare to exist any longer. He attacked everything and left everything in dust.

“Enjoy a sleep with no dreams, well, forever, anyways.”

And so, the ring-leader of the calamity is dead and the monsters were consumed by a stronger threat.

But the more fearsome young man was still standing.

But Angelica felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction.

If she is going to die, then it would be fine to leave it to this young man, thoughts like that clouded her mind.

It’s forbidden for a princess to think this, but if this Kingdom is destroyed by this kind of overwhelming destruction, then that would be a beautiful ending to this Kingdom. She was engulfed in such thoughts.

The fantasy that she wasn’t supposed to dream about was very pleasant. But, it was too hasty of her to taste the forbidden fruit. The unpleasant sounds of the pig snorting broke her free of her trance.

The rebel’s laughable end by turning to a beast to gain the power to dethrone. A foolish man who met his end for his own means after being used by the devil-like man.

Her uncle who used to be nice is nothing more than her parent’s enemy now.

Her hatred wells up inside her. She may have only lived because she was a harmless child who did nothing but cry in the back of the room, but that charade made her all the more vexatious.

The girl searched for her dagger that was flown out of her hands by the fallen man.

But what am I even doing?, she reflected.

There is no point in finding revenge. There is no merit to her urge.

Revenge won’t bring back her dead parents. It won’t make her happy.

To be kind to others, be benevolent, to forgive, and live with compassion. Those teachings were betrayed by the sacrilegious urge that she held.

Angelica held the dagger by its hilt, and looked at the huge big, steadied her hands, and stood there. Her breathing was in a disarray like she had forgotten how to breathe. It was at that moment, a voice ranged out.

“Don’t be afraid.” The young man who was like a nightmare said, looking straight at the girl.

He had jet-black hair like a crow and eyes and had a piercing gleam in his eyes. The look in his eyes can only be described as not a penetrating gaze but more like a malicious expression. He was glaring at everything in his surroundings.

Everything in this world, in essence, is just the same thing in the young man’s eyes.

From the feelings of hatred and anger, and scorn and disappointment.

Angelica feels like her answer was reflected in the young man’s eyes.

“Also, don’t be ashamed to follow your heart. Your desire for revenge is right. Whether you’re furious or resentful, those feelings become righteous indignation in face of evil and set the world right. Burn in your desire for revenge, woman. The evil in your heart will never triumph against the good you hold dear.”

Those words were like a divine message. Just like the moment when a believer who found enlightenment and opened their eyes, Angelica’s world had opened. But then, it closed.

For this girl, her everything was summed up in this one moment of exchange.

“If you sweep all the little bits of trash in this world, then the world will be a little better. If you take him, that brought the calamity, as your foe, then throw away that useless sympathy. If you can’t do it, then I’ll do it in your place.” The young man, more demonic than a demon, declared after boldly laughing.

“I, I’ll do it! With my own hands!”

Although she had hesitated and anxious, her fury won over all of her feelings.

She will not forgive him, she will not let him live.

Even though he was a victim who was used and was punished already enough, the feelings of “hers” had nowhere to be vented at! Rushing over to her foe, she swung her blade down wholeheartedly.

One strike. A second, and a third. The pig made a high-pitch shrill, and the beast tried to escape from her grasp. She pinned him down and slashed him, laying with all the hatred that she held.

Be it the foot and buttocks that were sheared up, ripping the meat from the back, the arms that were thrusted with the dagger, and the intestines were dragged out. His last moments were one full of pain.

When she woke up from her trance, she was breathing heavily, drenched with the blood of her foe.

She was dressed up in a red and black dress, the entrails being a fragrant perfume, and just danced a fast-tempo waltz. The young girl who was beaming fits perfectly in the world where heaps of corpses were piled up.

Seeing that kind of girl, the young man, who was pondering, suddenly mumbled.

“Now then, this woman, Lamia, had told me that I was some kind of Hero, but no matter how I look at it, it doesn’t feel right. In the first place, who am I? Hey, woman.”

The young man, without caring that the blood-dyed girl laughed loudly, asked the question only for his own convenience. The girl looked back at him with a vacant look on her face.

“You, when you look at me, what do you think of? You better say it seriously. If you tell a single lie to deceive me, I’ll kill you.”

The question was a troubling, but simplistic question. But Angelica thinks it’s very much like him.

Just who is this young man? She had just met him, so there was really no way she would know.

But for Angelica, there was one answer that she had already chosen.

“You are,” Angelica said with ease. Even though it was a coincidence, to the young male who stands in front of the throne, it’s only fitting to say so.

“You are my God.”

On the back of the young girl, her wings were shown in all its glory.

This was the Kingdom of Angels. The Kingdom had a long history for Angels to reside in, and those Angels were moderately faithful. They had beautiful wings to serve the heavenly gods.

However, the wings on Angelica’s back were red in color.

They are stained with the weight of a sinful murderer and blemished the weight of the blood that was shed.

It was the wings of a fallen angel who had fallen from heaven, the firmament made only for the pures.

“Ha, it’s an answer worth laughing about.” The young man said, after taking a moment to look at the wings and her smitten eyes.

The blind faith of the girl with a broken mind that is held only by her blind trust. He could have discarded her right then.

But even then, there were no lies found within her words.

“But, I don’t hate the answer. Woman, be pleased, you are now a servant of a God. You will think of me as your Master and serve me till the end of your life.”

Thus, a contract of master and servant was concluded.

And this is where the story begins.

†

The world has gone through a decline.

It’s been 1000 years since the Salvation Day.

Humanity, who can no longer bear its fang due to centuries of peace is now in dire straits.

Once again, the nightmarish era is invited again, but at the same time, the revival of hope comes forth in a savior.

But the long years brought oblivion.

The name of the fallen Hero is still unknown to the world.