Pushing open the church doors, a thick, heavy stench of blood rushed toward her.
Aimoer suppressed the restless bloodlust stirring within her.
The crimson in her eyes grew brighter and brighter as she ventured deeper inside.
She stepped carefully.
On the marble floor below, dark red droplets of blood had splattered, blooming into death-flowers painted in blood.
She looked up.
The ceiling, once adorned with a massive mural of the Goddess, was now covered in blood vessels, oozing droplets of blood one by one.
It was like a light crimson rain, ceaseless and drizzling.
Aimoer shuddered.
She carefully stepped around pools of blood, finally arriving before the central statue of the Goddess.
The pure white statue had now been stained a vivid red.
Its head had been smashed off.
In its hands, it held a pool of blood that dripped between its fingers, gathering into a large puddle before the statue.
“Holy crap, what the hell did these people summon in here?”
Aimoer’s heart pounded.
She carefully navigated through the blood-soaked church, but discovered something shocking—
“Not a single corpse…”
How could this be?
Suspicious, Aimoer approached a low wall swollen with blood.
She dipped a finger in it and brought it to her nose to sniff.
“It’s definitely human blood…”
She couldn’t even smell the blood of any other creature.
That meant all the blood in this church came from humans.
Should she keep exploring?
Aimoer hesitated, then decided to press on.
No matter the situation, information was the most valuable asset.
She didn’t want to miss any potential opportunity.
But the first floor had been thoroughly searched now.
All that remained…
She glanced up at the stairs leading to the second floor.
They looked like a path straight to hell.
The dangerous aura made Aimoer’s hands tremble involuntarily.
Gulp—
She swallowed her spit, then shook her head violently.
Her tail stiffened.
She pulled out her sugar packet, poured some into her mouth, stuffed the wrapper back into her pocket, and with a mouthful of sugar, she resolutely stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.
‘Whatever. Fortune favors the bold. If I don’t risk it, I’ll never get anywhere.’
She cautiously observed her surroundings, her grip on the silver spear sweating slightly.
The stench of blood grew stronger.
Aimoer felt her own blood beginning to boil.
The succubus’s innate bloodlust stirred restlessly, a craving so intense it felt like it would burst through every cell in her body, forming a blood-colored film over her crimson pupils.
It was cold, but Aimoer felt an uncomfortable heat.
Breathing lightly, she crept inch by inch to the small chapel on the second floor.
Something was there.
Her succubus instinct, tangled with top-tier public relations instincts, screamed warnings in her mind.
Aimoer stopped, pressed herself against the wall, then peeked half an eye into the chapel.
Then, her pupils contracted.
She yanked herself back, covering her mouth as she panted heavily.
‘Damn, I accidentally jumped too far ahead.’
Just now, in Aimoer’s sight—
A group of pale-skinned heretics knelt in a circle before the chapel, hands clasped together, heads bowed.
Before them stood a half-red, half-white cross.
Nailed to it was a muscular man, bare-chested, his chest hollowed out into a large cavity.
If that was all, it wouldn’t be so bad.
But what terrified Aimoer most—
Was a young girl.
She stood before the cross, clutching a still-beating heart in her hand.
She was wrapped in a black mage’s robe, wearing an absurdly large wizard hat, leaving only a pair of deep green eyes exposed.
If Aimoer wasn’t mistaken, this was the mysterious girl she had seen gathering herbs by the lake a few days ago.
‘Dead, dead, dead.’
Aimoer pressed a hand to her chest.
The feeling now was like—
‘Here’s running, here’s jumping, here’s attacking, and that’s the final boss at level 999. Okay, you’ve learned the basics. Now go defeat her!’
“Will I win?”
She asked herself, gritted her teeth, and walked out with her spear raised.
Before the small chapel, the mysterious girl noticed Aimoer approaching.
She gave her a single indifferent glance, then carefully placed the heart into a jar and turned to leave.
“Hey, wait.”
‘Damn, I know I’m still weak, but there’s no need to completely ignore me like this.’
The mysterious girl simply turned her head, snapped her fingers lightly.
Instantly, the crowd of heretics kneeling before her stood up.
Their necks twisted at an eerily unnatural angle, all of them fixing their gaze on Aimoer in unison, sending a chill down her spine.
[Some stories… wait for their own chapter to be told.]
Aimoer felt as if her brain had been struck by a heavy blow.
A voice like a great bell echoed through her mind, making her nauseous.
A faint smile flickered in the mysterious girl’s deep green eyes.
Then her form blurred and vanished.
‘Damn, she got away again.’
Aimoer stomped her foot in frustration.
Before she could even finish her lament, the pale-skinned heretics roared and charged at her.
She quickly raised her spear to meet them, flicked her wrist, and aimed directly for the first one’s neck.
To her surprise, the heretic didn’t dodge at all.
He crashed straight onto her spear tip, even pushing forward a bit with the momentum before stopping.
‘What is this? A zombie?’
Aimoer was stunned.
She pulled her spear back and stabbed at another heretic.
Sure enough, he didn’t dodge either, and she ran him straight through.
‘Looks like they have little to no intelligence.’
Aimoer breathed a slight sigh of relief.
She changed tactics, retreating with her spear into the seating area.
Using the pews as obstacles, she swept and stabbed, quickly cutting down most of the enemies.
‘These idiots can’t even avoid the chairs. Makes things much easier.’
Aimoer drove her spear hard into the last heretic, who was stuck in a chair’s armrest.
With a crack, both the chair and the spear shattered.
The heretic went silent from the impact.
“Whew, at least the weapon lasted until the end this time. Would’ve been a real pain otherwise.”
Aimoer looked around, pulled out the broken spear, and took it with her.
In a dormitory on the second floor, she found a mirror.
She tidied up her appearance, then gritting her teeth through the pain, used Holy Light to cleanse herself.
After that, she took out the parchment, crumpled it up, and dipped it in blood.
She poked a hole in the headless Goddess statue’s base, stuffed the parchment in, then slipped out through the church’s back door.
‘The rest of the task is just to lay low and coast. I’ll show up after they’ve handled everything and let the scholars debate my case.’
Still…
‘That green-eyed witch in the big hat… what’s her deal?’
‘Did she orchestrate this entire mess in this town?’
Aimoer scratched her head in frustration.
First Naya, now this mysterious witch.
Strange things kept coming one after another.
She didn’t dare imagine what weird stuff awaited her later.
“Forget it. I’ll ask Ouluola when she contacts me next time.”
Since all the heretics in town were dead and the City of Purification’s army had suffered no casualties, knowing the Bishop and City Lord’s decisive personalities, they would likely strike while the iron was hot and deal with the Demon God.
Aimoer licked her lips, a smile spreading across her face.
‘Anyway, the plan is going smoothly. After this battle, I should finally be able to return home in glory, right?’