Change!
Only after leaving the cathedral grounds did the Upper Evil Spirit truly breathe a sigh of relief.
It wiped away the nonexistent sweat from its forehead, the corner of its mouth curling up.
Everything had been even easier than it had imagined.
It had originally prepared five backup plans, yet not a single one had been needed.
The higher-ups of the Temple of the War God had been even more cooperative than expected, delivering themselves right to its doorstep.
That was right!
Its—no, its Boss's target had always been the higher-ups of the Temple of the War God. Compared to low-ranking and middle-ranking believers, these high-ranking believers were far more valuable.
Although they were all believers of the War God.
Although the Temple of the War God had once preached that all people were born equal.
Although the Temple of the War God had always preached that they would all eventually die and return to the War God's embrace.
Still,
they were ultimately different.
Whether in the resources they received or the attention they drew.
Especially the latter, which had been enough to make the Upper Evil Spirit proceed with great caution.
Then, it discovered that not only had it overthought things, but its luck was rather good as well.
"So that one is truly focused on Calamity!"
"But Cabio?"
"That is enough!"
The Upper Evil Spirit sighed, then a sly smile appeared in its eyes.
When you were a bystander.
When you stood high above everyone else.
You gave orders at will.
You were cold and merciless.
You decided everyone's fate.
Now...
It was your turn to enter the stage.
Try not to make too much of a spectacle of yourselves!
With its malice in tow, the Upper Evil Spirit vanished just like that.
Cough, cough cough!