"What are you doing?!"
Watching the church members and the villagers trembling as they picked up sickles and hoes gradually surround the bitten infected, Natalia, who had been observing from the woods, could no longer hold back. With a cold snort, she stepped forward and drew her gun in warning, intimidating the villagers standing alongside the Executors.
Meanwhile, Samael quietly stopped behind them, folded his arms, and leaned against a tree trunk, shamelessly continuing to slack off. At the same time, he turned toward a patch of shadow and spoke teasingly.
"I say, your old man's got some nerve. He actually brought people to block the path of two Princesses from Millennium City."
"Father only wished to reasonably contain those in the process of Dead Apostle Transformation, prevent the infection from spreading, and preserve more lives. He absolutely had no intention of deliberately provoking conflict."
Amid a rustling sound, Shiro Amakusa, the Holy Church's Living Saint, emerged from the bushes through distorted light and shadow. He gave a dry cough and explained helplessly.
"So, you're here to block the road?"
"I merely ask that you wait a moment. Once Father has settled those villagers in groups, then—"
"Huh? Divide and conquer! Is Rizei Kyomine planning to wage war on both Millennium City and the Council on behalf of the Church?"
Samael looked utterly shocked and made as if to pull out an antique pager, intending to send word to "higher-ups." Yet the excitement and malicious glee overflowing from his eyes—Fight! Fight! Hurry up and fight!—completely ruined his seemingly tense expression.
"Ahem, you jest."
Shiro Amakusa coughed violently, caught between laughter and tears as he repeatedly stopped this guy who was afraid the world was not chaotic enough.
They absolutely could not take the blame for that.
First of all, Millennium