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Eternal life!!

Death drew ever closer.

Only then did Georges Maiga truly appreciate how precious life was.

When he was young and had only just become a knight, he had dared to charge recklessly across battlefields that were like meat grinders.

It was precisely that fearless tenacity that had allowed him to succeed... in killing his siblings and inheriting his father's ducal title.

Yet once he occupied that lofty position and enjoyed fine wine, fine food, beautiful women, and supreme power, he had instead developed an endless fear of death.

In his twilight years, he had no choice but to settle on an heir, yet he instinctively despised every candidate.

Because acknowledging their excellence meant accepting that he himself would decay, grow old, and die.

[Eternal life!]

Those two words.

In Georges Maiga's eyes, they seemed naturally enlarged and bolded.

After staring blankly for a full seven and a half minutes, he gave an incredulous laugh. "An obscure evil god dares claim he can grant people eternal life? What outrageous boasting."

"Even the Lord of Dawn's bishop only dares tell me that I must dedicate my body and soul to the Chief God before I can enter the Divine Kingdom after death and live a second life."

The Vic Plane did not fall under the Divine Kingdom.

Yet religious churches still existed there, and bishops held an exalted position in mortal society second only to kings. They also devoted themselves to suppressing other churches, demonstrating their loyalty to the already fallen Lord of Dawn.

To transcendents, such behavior was as pitiful as a dead insect whose limbs still twitched, still feeding on instinct.

They made no attempt to prohibit it, and even exploited the conflict between religious and royal authority to wage wars and harvest knights' blood.

"..."

Georges Maiga