You See, Calvin Has No Objections

Church knight and Third-tier Saint Agnes discovered Calvin's disappearance.

According to the Holy Knights' rules, they were supposed to report in with their Magic Devices at regular intervals, but Calvin had not responded for several minutes.

Maybe he had been attacked.

Things had not been pleasant between them these past few days. It could even be said that they had nearly drawn blades against each other.

Honestly, Agnes was very disappointed in Calvin. She even wondered if he had gone mad.

But Calvin was, after all, the Son of the Priest and an Acolyte Saint of the Church. If anything happened to him, she, as the overall leader of the team, would bear responsibility.

So, despite her dissatisfaction,

she quickly gathered her teammates and followed the location displayed by the Magic Device.

Along the way, they saw a horse pierced through by a Spear of Light, as well as an abandoned carriage.

Agnes recognized the traces left by that Spear of Light. It was unique to Calvin.

She frowned.

It seemed that Calvin had not been attacked.

On the contrary, Calvin might have attacked this passerby.

They followed the traces and continued onward.

From a great distance away, they saw the scene before them—

Calvin's eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted. The killing intent emanating from his pupils could be felt even from so far away.

His abdomen bulged unnaturally, radiating an exceedingly ominous and evil aura.

Clutching a Holy Spear, Calvin charged straight at a young man. That ferocious appearance was completely different from the gentle and refined Perfect Knight he usually was!

That killing intent was even denser than that of an Esoteric Cultist.

Yet the young man he was attacking showed no resentment at all. He even wore an expression of pity.

He neither dodged nor evaded. The magic he cast at Calvin was neither a curse nor an offensive spell, but a holy-light-type Blessing Spell.

Though Agnes did not know exactly what spell it was, she was certain it was a holy-light blessing.

After all, that gentle and radiant aura revealed the nature of the magic.

Agnes had never seen a man like this before. The other party was trying to kill him, had even thrust a Spear of Light at him, yet he still bestowed blessings upon his enemy.

Aside from a madman, only a saint would do such a thing.

Agnes did not know why this young man had acted this way, but she was thoroughly disappointed in Calvin.

Had he lost contact with the main force just to hunt down a young man like this?

Even so, she could only choose to help Calvin, however unwilling she was.

The mutation occurred at that moment.

Calvin's Holy Spear strike was easily blocked by the young man. Even Agnes could not see how he had done it.

The strange part was Calvin.

Perhaps he had realized he could not deal with the young man, or perhaps he had flown into a rage.

Calvin's face suddenly became terrifyingly twisted. His pupils bulged unnaturally, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

A bizarre, dark aura began to breed from his body, surpassing even the most evil Esoteric Cultists.

Agnes could sense that Calvin was terrifyingly abnormal at this very moment!

"Calvin—!" Agnes urged her horse forward and galloped closer.

"Don't come any closer. It's dangerous."

A calm and gentle voice rang out.

It was actually that young man who had been attacked.

He slowly shook his head. His gaze fell upon Calvin, so pitiful and gentle, filled with compassion and concern. There was even a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes.

Agnes froze.

"I originally wanted to stop him with a holy-light blessing."

Ansu lowered his eyes. "I didn't expect to be one step too late."

"He really is foolish. So young, yet he believed in the Evil Mother Goddess."

"He was too impulsive. After being exposed, he actually sacrificed himself to the void... sigh."

What the fuck are you fucking talking about?

Across from him, Calvin's eyes were splitting with rage as he roared madly in his heart. He wanted to loudly expose Ansu's evil deeds, but the pain was so intense that he could not speak.

His mind was completely consumed by agony. Only the most miserable howls escaped his mouth.

"Ah!"

Only then did he understand the suffering of others—

Those Children of Darkness he had beaten into confessing, those children... when they endured those punishments, they must have been unable to speak as well. They could only let out such pained cries.

"Ah!!"

That cry made him sound even more like an Esoteric Cultist.

"You!"

What hurt him even more was that this bastard had started spouting nonsense again!

"Child, I do not blame you. I know you feel guilty. I forgive you."

Ansu gazed at him pitifully. "Though you hunted me all the way here, I do not blame you. I have never resented you."

"I... I..." He spoke in broken fragments, but could no longer say anything. He merely spat out stream after stream of blood.

Bloody tears filled his eyes.

But Ansu, with 'Gradual Eastern Dawn' above his head, gently shook his head. "I understand what you mean."

"I swear upon the Radiant Goddess that I have never resented you, nor have I ever attacked you. I will only bless you."

"May the Lord forgive your sins."

Everything Ansu said was true.

Every word was factual.

Because he truly had never attacked Calvin. Everything he used had been Blessing Magic.

And he had never resented Calvin.

That was why Ansu dared to swear to the Goddess.

So that's how it was!

After hearing Ansu's explanation, Agnes and her subordinates all came to a sudden realization—everyone knew that one could not lie in an oath made to a god.

They had seen the traces along the way and used Scouting Magic to inspect them. Calvin truly had pursued this young man all the way here.

This nameless young man had not even fought back.

It had been a one-sided pursuit.

Agnes's heart stirred. So this young man before her

would rather be injured himself than allow Calvin to fall into corruption.

Otherwise, why would he cast Blessing Magic on Calvin?

Agnes had encountered Calvin's condition before when she followed the priest to hunt high-tier Esoteric Cultists.

That Esoteric Cultist had also flown into a rage. In his madness, he had used his own life as a sacrifice and cast Taboo Magic.

Back then, they had failed to stop him in time, allowing him to summon a High-tier demon from the void.

In that battle, their squad had nearly been wiped out.

Calvin's current state was extremely similar to that high-level Esoteric Cultist's.

Then he could only be sacrificing himself to summon a demon.

How could they have imagined that there was a bizarre Underworld Style school like the Light-Dark Priest School of Thought in this world?

That monster had not been summoned at all. It had been born from Calvin!

Giving birth to an alien creature.

Her reasoning was wrong, but her conclusion happened to be right—though, of course, that was also the result Ansu had deliberately guided her toward.

Everything connected together.

Why had the once-perfect holy knight undergone such a drastic change in temperament? So he had been beguiled by the Mother Goddess of Life.

Thinking back to those three days beneath the blood-red moon, everything became clear.

Why was it that whenever Calvin led them witch-hunting to a stronghold, the Esoteric Cultists had always disappeared?

Calvin said they had been cleared out in advance by some despicable person,

but after clearing out the Esoteric Cultists, would that despicable person kindly mop the floor too?

That did not make sense.

The only reasonable explanation was that someone had tipped them off.

And that person could only be Calvin.

After all, only he knew where the Esoteric Cultist strongholds were.

At the same time, he was about to shift all the blame onto another innocent person—someone had cleared out the Heresy Stronghold in advance and stolen his prey.

This righteous young man before them was the person he had framed.

This young man was probably just an ordinary independent witch hunter, yet he had run into Calvin.

That was why Calvin had broken away from the main force and secretly pursued this young man.

The attacked carriage on the road was proof.

But he had not expected to be no match for this young man.

With no other choice, he snapped completely and used his own Life Sacrifice to bring a void demon into the world.

"Ah... ah..."

Calvin screamed. Blood poured from his lower body, which had been torn to pieces.

Beneath the blood moon, the two Void creatures were finally born into this world, and an incomparable terror descended.

One was male and one was female. They took the form of enormous moths, with grotesque insect-like mouthparts.

Beneath those mouthparts were layer upon layer of densely packed mouthparts. Every opened mouth was filled with hundreds of millions of tiny teeth.

Yet though they resembled insects, they also possessed mammalian traits.

Their mere existence was a blasphemy.

The Holy Knights were so terrified that they did not dare approach at all.

Void Moth (male): Fourth-tier Void creature

Void Moth (Female): Third-tier Void creature

But they actually had a hidden trait, one that only Calvin, as their mother, could see:

Due to the effects of All Things Grow, duration: one minute

So it was not as terrifying as imagined. They only had to keep their distance for one minute—this was not difficult.

But he no longer had any chance to speak.

Because the two Void Moths turned to look at him. Calvin discovered that each Void Moth had a tiny human face on its abdomen.

Next, Calvin heard the most terrifying words of his life,

and also the last sentence he would ever hear.

The two human faces opened their mouths. In childish voices, they said to Calvin:

"Mom."

"Hungry."

"Want."

"Milk. Drink milk."

Calvin did not even have time to use his talisman—though in his current state, he had no strength left to use it anyway.

The twins opened countless mouthparts toward Calvin.

"Drink milk."

"Mua."

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