A country somewhere in Europe.
In a remote mountain region, a High-Class Devil clutched his wound and fled desperately, his face filled with panic and resentment.
He had clearly done everything possible to avoid those church hounds, carrying out his activities in secluded places, yet they had still found his trail.
And the one who had come was that white-haired knight. Not long ago, she had slain a Devil King-level figure from the Underworld, becoming famous across Europe in one stroke.
Afterward, she had destroyed the bases of Fallen Angels, Devils, and other pagan gods throughout Europe. She had been listed as one of the people least worth provoking...
So what had he done to deserve this?!
He kept fleeing toward the most concealed places around him. All his subordinates were already dead, leaving him alone.
He had to find a chance to return to the Underworld, but he did not dare stop now. Yet before long, his fleeing steps came to a halt as he stared ahead with a pale face.
On a small hill ahead, a white-haired girl knight with a single ponytail stood majestically beneath the moonlight... like a goddess of the moon.
But what filled his heart now was not admiration, but terror...
When? He had clearly been so careful. He had fled so far, perfectly concealed his aura and everything else. There should not have been any trace left behind, so why had she still caught up to him?!
"Not running anymore?"
The white-haired girl, like a goddess of the moon, held a greatsword as she stood above him and looked down at the Devil, speaking calmly.
She was not as fanatical as those church zealots who wanted to kill Devils on sight. But this Devil before her... had used innocent civilians' lives for his