After finishing what she needed to do, Naoko turned her head and looked several streets away. There was an extremely powerful evil force there, and it was interfering with reality.
That was also why she had killed the demon directly here. In any case, someone else would take the blame.
Having done all that, she left.
Pastor Ron opened his eyes and glanced around the church. His pupils contracted as he stared at the shattered statue on the floor, his expression darkening as he pondered for a moment.
Then he lowered his head and looked at his hands. A blackish-green flame suddenly sprang up in his palm, brimming with an ominous aura.
He could not feel any heat, and he had complete control over the flames in his hand.
With a thought, a fiery serpent emerged from the flames and shot toward the collapsed prayer table on the floor. The entire table ignited instantly and, at an unnatural speed, turned to charcoal within a second.
"This is evil power. Why did it choose me?"
The memories from his soul while he had been in that hazy state grew clearer and clearer. He vaguely sensed the moment Naoko had saved him, though he seemed unable to see her face. But one thing was certain.
The one who had saved him was definitely not God.
"So why did she save me? Evil saved a pastor?"
"Is this mockery?"
Ron glanced once more at the wrecked church. His heart wavered more and more, and at the same time, he felt deeply mocked.
"I believe in my own goodness, and I believe in my soul."
"And I'm still alive." He kept muttering to himself, his voice becoming increasingly resolute.
He suddenly thought of the Old Testament.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for