Blonde hair, emerald green eyes, delicate face...and a huge execution sledgehammer.

"At the Supreme Saint, Elitoya!?"

Seeing the pure and noble figure, the old witch made a sound of fear.

Ahhhh!!!

She screamed, trying to move her body in despair.

But this had no effect at all. It was already bloody and bloody, and its hands and feet were broken at 90° and could not listen to her orders.

The large amount of blood loss made her unable to bite the poisonous sac in her mouth for a while.

Her face was pale, and her body was trembling with only her torso.

This witch's old sect once heard the priests in the church talk about the consequences of falling into the hands of Elitoya.

‘That is a fear that exceeds death. Despair that exceeds death...’

Pick, Pick, Pick...

The golden and white priest short boots were stepped on the blood-covered carpet, and at the same time it was a harsh sound of the execution hammer rubbing against the ground.

The other party... was walking here without saying a word.

Breathing is getting rapid.

The body tremble could not be stopped.

The body temperature seemed to be pulled away by the sound of a death-thrusting giant hammer!

She looked up again.

But I found that the flawless face of the blonde saint was stained with the flesh of her body.

Sticky and disgusting blood slid from the edge of her awesome face.

But--

"Why is even such a disgusting posture... so beautiful?"

The old witch monk couldn't help but mutter obsessively.

Strange...

But she was so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes away...

The execution hammer did not stop because of her words, and the hammer face was heavily aimed at the head of the witch's old witch's cult!

"It's almost here, Elitoya. I have something to ask her." Simon's voice came from behind.

Bang—

Fierce wind pressure burst.

The hammer stayed right above the other person's head.

Elitoya, who was holding a huge hammer in her hand, turned around and showed Simon a soft smile like a little girl with her pretty face covered in blood.

then--

Elitoya threw down the hammer and ran to Simon's side, hugging him with both hands.

The delicate face mixed with blood kept rubbing in his arms.

I miss you so much.

This is what the other person wants to express.

but--

I can't stand it anymore.

Simon's entire face turned blue because he felt that his arms were about to be held off by the seemingly weak and weak Eritoya.

He wished he could curse in the words of the natural disaster Red Star now:

‘The human-shaped tank is well deserved.’

The next day, the Temple of Moon the West of the Gray Moon.

"Hey? Is Mr. Simon the old acquaintance with Lord Elitoya?"

Lolina stood next to Simon in disguise and asked in confusion.

"Well. I met him when I was very young."

Simon asked without looking back:

"How is your body feeling compared to such irrelevant little things?"

"There is no problem at all. Lord Elitoya's Susheng magic is very effective, and I can't even feel any sense of weakness."

After saying that, Lorina looked up at Elitoya, who was distributing bread and soup to the orphans.

The other party's face was full of warm smiles, and he listened carefully to the believers' prayers.

"What a noble and kind lord..."

She whispered reverently.

Noble?

Simon looked at Elitoya.

Arie Toya, holding the five-ring priest tin staff, looked holy and dazzling under the sunlight.

but...

"She is not that normal person."

Simon left an inexplicable word, shook his head and turned around.

"Master Simon?" Lolina turned around and wanted to keep up with Simon.

But her body suddenly stiffened, as if she was clinging to her shoulders by a witch. An indescribable whisper rang in her ears, and fear and despair flashed through her heart.

This instantaneous sense of fear made her pause.

Then came the pure white priest robe figure passing by her.

Lord Elitoya?

When he came back to his senses, Simon had already walked a long way from Eritoya.

But... Isn't Lord Elitoya still distributing food to orphans?

She turned her head subconsciously.

The food is still a place behind me.

Table, soup table, bread...but-

Where is the person?

The orphans who were asking for food and the believers of the Earth Mother Church have disappeared... Everything seems empty.

"She is not that normal person."

Simon's words exploded in his ears.

Lolina subconsciously looked at Elitoya who was following Simon ahead.

Inexplicably... I just felt goosebumps all over my body.

......

Now for Simon, the person who needs to be cultivated is the Scourge Red Star.

Because if you can't get the last piece of mask from the ruins of the Witch Old Sect... everything will be too late.

Simon raised his head and looked at the fierce star that was approaching in the air.

"Four Pillar God..."

He murmured to himself.

The help of the Red Star is indispensable if you are not afraid of death.

Because the natural disaster Red Star that came from another world to this world has no faith.

Unlike those native residents who have a firm belief in the Earth Mother Goddess, the Scourge Red Star can step into the remains of the old witch religion that is considered unknown without any scruples.

Their strength must be needed for this.

Maintain their enthusiasm for working for Gray Moon, and also advance the task process for the squire Simon.

Because time...it's really not much.

Thinking of this, Simon turned his head to look at the floating blue light screen.

Today's player forum is still lively.

As the popularity of "Ivey Continent" continues to rise, players from other kingdoms and Principal Fortress camps have also emerged in player forums. Of course, most of the hot topics are still from Gray Moon Fortress.
To be continued...