-Why are you still here?
Roland's words conveyed only that simple thought, without any intention of making fun of him.
But to Terra of the Left, this was undoubtedly blatant mockery.
He considered himself more devout than anyone, even the Pope.
So why would the great Primordial give herself to someone who looked, at most, only a little stronger than him?
Amid pain that made him feel as though he would die the next second, Terra of the Left still could not help having that thought.
He had aspired to revive the Roman Orthodox Church and eliminate all the heretics unworthy of being called human, all to witness what humanity would be like once saved within the sacred kingdom.
Yet the girl he worshipped, whom he regarded as pure and flawless as a goddess, showed none of that arrogance that disregarded everything when she faced Roland.
Not only did she press her ample breasts against Roland of her own accord, but she also raised her head and parted her crimson lips.
More importantly, as she made those movements, a breathtakingly alluring smile appeared on her face, one he had never dared imagine.
Faced with such a contrast, had Terra of the Left's body still been intact, he might have shed tears of blood in anguish.
Although his current condition was hardly any better.
And before blood completely obscured his eyes, as though Roland's words had taken effect, Mana Ouma turned her gaze toward him as well.
Those deep crimson eyes watched Terra of the Left quietly.
Squelch-!
The next moment, the crystal flowers clinging to Terra of the Left's flesh like living things swelled, extinguishing the last traces of his life.
And, in passing, they turned his soul into material that could never even reincarnate.
The exploding flesh, together with