At this moment, Darkness's tone brimmed with confidence.
It was not just him. Every Abyss Believer from the Dark Relief Society seemed extremely confident about this battle. Some sneered, some looked arrogant, and some even cast contemptuous looks at Riezel, as though they were looking at a dead man.
Only the Scythe Woman, who had removed her hood, seemed more interested in Belti in Riezel's arms.
"Isn't this the renowned Saintess Bertie, the Angel said to save the suffering?"
As though she had spotted a toy worth bullying, the Scythe Woman chuckled and provoked her just as she had when facing Merlot last time.
"I never expected the famous Saintess to be hiding in a little grove with our Savior in the middle of the night for a date. If word got out, wouldn't all those people who worship you go mad?"
"If I remember correctly, the Saintess had never met the Savior before. Why did you crawl into his arms the very first time you met?"
"Looks like even someone as pure and flawless as you rushes to throw herself at a man worth winning over."
"I just wonder, if you die here tonight too, will you regret it?"
The malice in the Scythe Woman's words was so obvious that anyone could easily sense the sadistic pleasure she was feeling.
Clearly, just as when she had encountered Merlot last time, the Scythe Woman's twisted taste had flared up again. She desperately wanted to drag lofty girls down from their pedestals and ravage them to her heart's content.
Unfortunately, Belti had far more patience than Merlot.
After realizing the situation, she silently climbed out of Riezel's arms and pulled her robes tighter around herself. Though she was in such a dangerous predicament, her expression did not change. Instead, she smiled.