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Her body felt... comfortable.

It was a bizarre sensation—something Kanya had never felt before.

Wrapped in warmth spreading from head to toe, she was convinced she must’ve made it to heaven.

Soft, gentle pressure cocooned her, and the scent of freshly washed blankets and sheets tickled her nose.

She felt... happy.

The kind of happiness that made her want to stay in that moment forever, feeling nothing else but this softness.

But then, a strange thought crept in.

Heaven?

How?

Her last memory was—without a doubt—getting her face smashed in by that damned servant.

There was no need to imagine what happened after that. He probably tried to reapply the Commandment of Subjugation on her again.

So then, what was this warmth?

Belphegor would never allow her to feel something like this.

...Where am I?

The moment that question surfaced, Kanya bolted upright.

She quickly looked down at herself and realized she was dressed in clean clothes she’d never seen before.

Then she looked around.

A small room.

Two beds.

A tiny wooden table.

And in the corner—what looked like a wooden bathtub.

And then... a man. Sitting quietly at the table, preparing food. When he noticed her moving, he turned and looked at her.

Their eyes met in the air—and a strange, heavy silence filled the room.

“Um... you’re awake?”

The man’s gentle voice and awkward smile only made Kanya more confused.

What the hell is going on?

Where is this?

Who is this man?

After a life raised in nothing but pain among the followers of Sloth, being suddenly thrown into comfort left her with no idea how to react.

But there was one thing she was sure of.

The man in front of her wasn’t a demon worshiper.

If he were, he would’ve never treated her this way.

“W-Who are you? And where am I?”

She had a mountain of questions, but she started with the most urgent one.

The man looked a little troubled as he pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

“I’m someone trying to help you. That’s all you need to know. You’re on your way to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain, right? I’ll take you there.”

Kanya’s eyes widened.

Who was this guy?

How did he know that?

“How do you know I’m trying to get to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain?”

“I could explain... but first, aren’t you hungry? Why don’t we eat and talk after?”

He gestured to the food on the table.

And the moment her eyes landed on it—

Kanya heard her own stomach growl so loud it was embarrassing.

Not that she felt any shame.

Drool gathered at the corner of her lips before she could stop it.

There was a red soup—probably made from tomatoes—and some toasted bread brushed with butter.

A wooden cup and a water jug sat nearby.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, but for someone starving to death, it might as well have been a feast from the heavens.

Without realizing it, she left the bed and stumbled toward the table, almost as if hypnotized. She sat down and started eating before anyone could stop her.

The moment the warm soup touched her tongue, tears welled up in her eyes.

She wanted to devour everything, to shove food into her mouth and chew like an animal, but...

Her body wouldn’t let her.

Her limbs were too thin, too weak. The starvation had left her muscles hollow and useless.

She tried to lift the spoon again, but her hands trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t hold it steady.

Just as she was about to drop it, the man reached over and steadied her hand.

“I’ll feed you. Open your mouth.”

It was humiliating... but given her condition, there wasn’t much of a choice.

Like a baby bird, Kanya accepted the food he fed her.

The buttered bread.

The tomato soup.

Even the water.

She ate everything.

By the end, she was so full it was hard to stay conscious.

She felt warm, dazed, and drowsy.

She wanted to drift off again.

But she forced herself to stay awake and looked up at the man.

Her stomach was full.

Now it was time to get answers.

“What’s your name? I want to know your name.”

“Jericho. Just call me Jericho.”

“All right, Jericho. I have questions. How did you know I was going to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain?”

Kanya’s voice was firm and serious.

Jericho simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I interrogated the guy who was trying to kill you.”

So it was about that servant.

Kanya’s voice grew tense.

“The man who tried to kill me—where is he now?”

“He’s dead.”

“Dead?”

“After the interrogation, he killed himself. His body turned to blood and melted into the ground.”

It was unmistakable.

That was exactly what happened when the followers of Sloth were executed and their bodies dissolved.

He was dead.

One less pursuer. Though many others still remained.

Her next question came naturally.

“...So, that follower... you’re the one who killed him?”

“Yes.”

“Why? And—wait. How did you even find me? Who are you, really? What kind /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ of person does—”

Jericho raised a hand, gently motioning for her to stop.

“God told me. That’s all I’ll say. Kanya, just leave it at that.”

God.

That word made Kanya realize something she had overlooked until now.

Belia.

She’d been... too quiet.

“Lady Belia? Lady Belia!!”

No matter how much she cried out, Belia’s voice—once so familiar—did not echo in her head.

“Lady Belia! ...No... no...!”

In a panic, Kanya began to tremble.

Jericho reached out and took her hand.

“Kanya. Breathe. Your goddess is just... sleeping. Shock made her shut down temporarily. She’s not gone. Not yet. I promise. Until she wakes up, I’ll protect you. I’ll help you. Don’t be scared. Just focus on one thing—getting to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain and waking Lady Belia.”

His touch was warm.

Her trembling slowly eased.

Jericho gently patted her back.

“Sleep now, Kanya. It’s late. We’ll leave early tomorrow morning. Just rest until then. Nothing’s going to happen. I’ll be right here, watching over you.”

At his words, a wave of sleepiness washed over her.

It was the first time in her life she’d ever felt full.

For the first time in her life, Kanya felt strength—felt safe.

Jericho gently wrapped his arms around her and laid her back onto the bed.

He pulled the blanket up to her chin, and as he tucked her in, Kanya, drowsy and languid, asked in a soft voice,

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“Why... why are you doing this for me?”

“I’ve got my own business at Talhaim’s Rock Mountain. That’s all. Just sleep, Kanya. I’ll be right here.”

His smile was calm, quiet—and without even realizing it, Kanya felt herself relax.

Her battered, broken body had long been screaming for rest.

Surrounded by warmth, wrapped in the softness of the blanket, she drifted back to sleep almost instantly.

No dreams came.

Only deep, uninterrupted slumber.

****

[Poor girl.]

As soon as Kanya’s breathing evened out, Kon muttered those words.

For once, the unicorn’s voice—usually shrill and vulgar—carried a rare heaviness.

Probably because I’d just spent the last ten minutes summarizing Kanya’s life story for him.

[You’re gonna help her, right? That girl? I sniffed her earlier—she’s insanely pure for her age. Never even been in a relationship, has no idea what sex is, totally untouched physically. We’re not even the same species, but still, letting a girl like that suffer... that’s just not right, Amayel.]

His words made me feel even worse for her.

Of course she’s that naïve.

It’s not a virtue. It’s proof she never even had a chance at a normal life.

“We have to help her. We have to get to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain. Once we get there, we can free the goddess inside her. Every cursed spell carved into her body is designed under the assumption that Belia is still inside. Once Belia’s gone, so is the curse. Kanya will finally be free.”

[You’re unbelievable, you know that? I pass out for one short nap and you somehow wring all that intel out of a demon worshiper? How the hell did you manage that?]

“It’s a long story.”

I stood up.

Opening the window of our little inn, I looked out at the city—its crescent moon casting an eerie glow over its rooftops.

Somewhere out there, Demon Lord worshipers were hunting us.

From what I’d seen in the servant’s memories, three Demon Lords had launched a joint operation. For some reason, they couldn’t allow Kanya to reach Talhaim’s Rock Mountain under any circumstance.

They probably want to rip me to pieces for helping her get there.

That’s fine.

I plan to keep helping her.

I’ll provoke them, push them, keep escalating—until all three Demon Lords come after me.

Then I’ll fight them to the death trying to protect Kanya.

Hopefully, in the end, I’ll be torn to shreds... and she’ll be saved.

That’s the ideal scenario.

“Kon.”

One thing’s for sure: we won’t be avoiding battles with their followers.

“Remember when we talked about how to fight using my time-stop ability? Turning it into armor or a weapon?”

[Yeah, I remember. Why?]

“Let’s actually work on it. For real. No more messing around.”

It’s time to graduate from swinging my belt around like an idiot.

If I was going to fight the way I needed to... I had to learn how to weaponize my powers.

****

[So what now, Belphegor? You’re really gonna let them make it to Talhaim’s Rock Mountain?]

At Satan’s words, Belphegor shook her head.

[If we let that happen, we’re finished. That divine essence—barely holding together now—will be fully restored the moment it ascends to the Pantheon. And it’ll be on Asmodeus’s side. Then our odds go straight to hell.]

Leviathan added her voice to the mix.

[And don’t forget—Belia’s a god of the Pantheon. If she fully awakens and tells that saint who really lives in his soul...]

[Then we’re screwed. If Amayel learns what Asmodeus really is, he might side with the Pantheon for good. No more corruption. Think about why Lucifer is still straining himself, holding back the Pantheon alone.]

Satan let out a snarl.

[Then just send my worshipers in and tear him apart already! All this whispering and scheming—hell if I’m built for it!]

[Shut your damn mouth, moron!! If Amayel’s in danger, Asmodeus will devour Belia’s essence. Then we definitely lose! Did you forget?!]

As Leviathan and Satan started to argue again, Belphegor suddenly raised a hand.

[Actually... maybe Satan’s right.]

[The fuck are you saying, Belphegor?]

[Look. We are at a disadvantage in the spiritual realm. Asmodeus... she’s way too strong now. But—what about the mortal realm? That lustful freak doesn’t have nearly as many worshipers as we do.]

Leviathan stared at her like she’d lost her mind.

[Did you forget how Mammon’s followers got annihilated in Scrap Yard? Doesn’t matter how many you have—if they’re hit with divine power, they crumble.]

[Think, Leviathan. The divine power Asmodeus used back then—compared to what she’s using now—was laughably small. You know why? She only has one conduit into the mortal world: Amayel. That’s it. But we? We’ve got dozens. Maybe hundreds.]

The number of worshipers.

That directly translated to how much divine force they could project into the human world.

In the spirit realm, Asmodeus was overwhelmingly strong.

But in the mortal realm, she had only one conduit to send her essence through.

The three Demon Lords might not be as powerful individually—but they had many, many more doors to work with.

[We may not win in the spiritual realm, but on Earth... we might actually stand a chance.]

Belphegor’s reasoning made Satan and Leviathan exchange a look.

And then, in an instant—

Their roles fell into place.

Satan spoke first.

[Let my followers attack the saint directly.]

Next was Leviathan.

[Then my people will interfere with the divine powers he channels—especially time-stop. That aligns with my domain.]

Finally, Belphegor.

[While you two are keeping them busy, I’ll focus on separating Belia from the saint. Once I make her mine again... we’ll have a shot at winning even in the spirit realm.]

The three of them swallowed hard, remembering the sheer scale of Asmodeus’s presence.

That monster had grown too strong.

They couldn’t let her get any stronger.

[Summon all our followers. Right now. This is a full-scale war. No matter what it takes... we cannot let them reach Talhaim’s Rock Mountain.]