Satan?
The demon king of Hell, the Devil who beguiled hearts and tempted people into sin, the embodiment of Original Sin, the challenger who had once risen against God—the Celtic Gods wanted to release him?
Inside Buckingham Palace, everyone who heard the plan was stunned.
After all, the direct cause of the Final Judgment was Satan taking the form of the Ancient Serpent and tempting Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. An enraged God had then driven them from the eternal bliss of the Garden of Eden.
And now the Celtic Gods wanted to release Satan?
That... actually sounded like a good idea.
The thought crossed more than a few minds.
No one here was a reckless fool. With Evil Gods descending time and again and bringing enormous disasters, of course they had clung to the one who could do as he pleased, hoping for his protection.
But now that Doomsday was near and they faced utter destruction, what was wrong with conspiring with the Devil?
Whoever protected them was a god. Whoever wanted to destroy them was a monstrous Devil.
"Everyone, a word of advice: don't pin your hopes on Indulgence or baptism. Believe me, those Mortals are no different from you. What they offer won't be salvation from Doomsday. It will be nothing but a swindler's lies."
Ram offered the warning with a smile.
"Mr. Ram, you're joking. We're all devout believers in the Celtic Gods. We've always held the great Tuatha Dé Danann in the highest esteem. Why, we were just discussing casting out the faith of God and returning to the Tuatha Dé Danann."
Inside Buckingham Palace, one man delivered this brazen lie with a perfectly righteous air.
The others nodded, looking as though they