"To think... he defeated Gremlin so easily."
Marian looked at Roland before her, filled with fear.
She was one of the earliest members to follow Othinus, so she had witnessed something of power approaching that of a Demon God. It truly was a mighty power that could trample the world at will.
But according to Othinus herself, surely power that could exist within the world still needed a process to take effect?
Although the Sword of War had drawn her attention, she was hardly oblivious to her surroundings.
What was more, Roland had piled her defeated Gremlin companions into a pyramid. Yet she had noticed nothing of this conspicuous act, like a bird of prey hanging its catch on branches for storage, as though it were a deus ex machina without any buildup.
Could it be...
A possibility occurred to Marian, and her expression wavered again.
But even if she had guessed a hint of the truth, it was already too late.
She gathered power in her wheat-colored hands, but the blade capable of ending the world did not budge.
Originally, simply drawing the Sword of War had left her unsteady, as though she were standing on asphalt that had yet to dry.
Yet now she felt no discomfort whatsoever, as though the Demonic Sword in her hands were merely an ordinary Spirit Garment.
Power more than sufficient to destroy several worlds could not escape Roland's palm.
Upon realizing this sole reasonable explanation, the girl's heart sank into despair.
Though she wanted to show Roland her obsession and defiance with a gaze full of hatred's flames, beneath those crimson eyes, all Marian's seemingly frozen body could do was tremble incessantly.
"A Demonic Sword that extracts the power of Religion Phases and releases it as calamities..."
His gaze clear and cool,