War Paradise

With pale hands, tightly gripping the hilt of the sickle, Mooriya lowered her head and stood in front of Mephistopheles' tarnished statue, not knowing what to do.

Before arriving here, she had indeed received an order from Mephistopheles to get rid of the "Lord Messenger". In fact, it was not the first time that the seemingly weak Mooriya had done this kind of thing. The bones in the shelter were also dead in her hands.

The reason why she “accidentally” touched a skeleton just now, turning the dead bones into dust, also meant destroying the corpse.

However, when she was about to do it, Molliya began to hesitate again.

——Is the messenger really a monster that must be eliminated as the god Mephistopheles said?

Moria, who had ventured with the messenger before, knew that that man was indeed a dangerous and maverick guy. He didn't even want to be controlled by Mephistopheles, but chose his own path. As the god Mephistopheles said, keeping him will indeed bring instability, and the ancient sacrifices that the messenger is making are a complete emergency.

But...Is the messenger really wrong?

For the first time in her life, Moria began to have some doubts about the orders sent by the gods.

"Holy Maiden", who has been serving the God of Mephistopheles and secretly conveying information to the Blood God, has always been a loyal servant of the God since he gained his life. Now the Blood God has died. She can also be loyal to Mephistopheles, but--

If I didn't choose to hide in Mephistopheles' chapel, but walked on the road of wandering, wouldn't it be the same as the messenger? Become an unruly "Lone Ranger"?

Seeing her close to translucent hand skin, Mooriya wrinkled her brows into the shape of a river, gritted her teeth thinking about what to do next, intermittent voices squeezed from her teeth:

"I want to...repay... Lord Mephistopheles."

——Although Mephistopheles pretended not to know anything when she explained old stories to the messenger. For that period of horrible history, Moria could actually not be clearer. Because... She is actually one of the vampires summoned by the "blood worship"!

She has long lost the memory of herself before she was summoned. She only remembered that she was awakened from the underground circle. After waking up, she immediately enjoyed the blessing of the blood worshipers with the other companions who were summoned. Living sacrifices on the world.

Without memory, she was like a blank piece of paper, accepting the fact that she was a subordinate of the "Blood God" for granted. At that time, Moria could not remember clearly, she could only vaguely remember herself at the time, like a beast that followed the instinct of the blood race, except for eating, everything else was irrelevant.

The "Blood God", who was also hiding in the ground, began to give her and other vampires the order to collect souls. She did not hesitate to accept the order, and continued to kill the residents of Sodom, completing the "collecting souls". Target. It wasn't until the blood god was suppressed by other gods and the blood clan began to be punished on a large scale.

To this day, Moria still remembers exactly what happened that night:

Gray dust floated in the sky, the whole city was shrouded in haze, and there were burnt dead bodies everywhere, as well as the corpses of vampires turning into dust.

Relying on her survival instinct, the bruised Moria escaped from the pursuit of the Devil soldiers, and came to Mephistopheles territory by accident. At that time, she was already dying, and even if she got rid of the pursuit, she was almost unable to hold it. NS.

Just as she fell to the ground, watching her own hands turn into dust under the burning pain, a soft "sacred light" enveloped her, and the scars on her body disappeared miraculously.

Moriya opened her eyes wide in surprise, feeling the shower of divine light, and a soft voice rang from her ears, as if with a convincing magic power:

"You are safe, outsider."

"Thank you..." Moria's tone was hoarse.

"Are you willing to serve Mephistopheles? I can guarantee your safety." The bewitching voice continued to give out his own proposal to the vampire in desperation.

"I...I am willing." In order to continue to live, Mooriya, who was seriously injured, nodded without hesitation.

From then on, she became the "Holy Maiden" under Mephistopheles, and at the same time she accepted part of Mephistopheles' power and became the god's "spiriter".

Since the body of the blood race and Mephistopheles' power are mutually exclusive, even if she enters the form of the gods, she can only maintain it for more than ten minutes. "Faust", the other god of faith with Mephistopheles, is not on the same level at all.

In order not to reveal the identity of the own blood, she can only pretend to be a "waste wood" that cannot use the Spirit Power of the gods. She usually acts as the Holy Maiden of the sect. The other "dirty and tiring work" are arranged by Mephistopheles. To Faust.

As a blood race who lost his memory when summoned, Mooriya's thinking mode was not complicated, but rather simple. She didn't want to pay attention to the various struggles in the city, but only wanted to repay the help of Mephistopheles, the savior. After that, he continued to serve Mephistopheles and never had any thoughts of rebellion. but--

"Why..." she muttered to herself.

She didn't know why her hands trembled, and she didn't know why she was hesitant. It was supposed to be simple to clean the door, but now it seemed as difficult as the sky.

What kind of strange emotions began to rise from the cold head, it was a thought that had never been seen before, and it was also a rebellious "blasphemy" thought:

You want to...be like that, right?

You want to be free, right?

Even if it's a kindness, so many years is enough. You also want to do whatever you want, explore the story of the city, and find your lost memories, instead of hiding in the chapel every day and hosting the insatiable and cursed for Lord Mephistopheles...

After witnessing the actions of the "Lord Messenger", Moria suddenly began to feel a strong sense of disgust with her past life style.

——Should I continue to repay my life-saving grace, or pursue freedom, no longer be confined in the gloomy chapel, and do what I want to do?

Moriya gritted her teeth tightly and looked at the "Sir Messenger" who was sleeping by the wall. Presumably, the messenger should trust himself very much, so he could still sleep so deeply after he noticed the abnormality of this "shelter".

——Are you going to kill him? Kill the man who took you out to explore to satisfy your curiosity and rescued you from the illusion of the ancient gods?

Mooliya took a step forward slowly, as if exhausting all her strength.

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