"Are you alright, Mr. Zero?"

When a group of important figures of the Holy See, such as the Pope and the Holy Maiden, appeared in the cathedral, the torture had already begun for a long time.

But what exactly is it to be tortured? There is nothing to ask, just torture for the sake of torture.

Zero saw through the blood in front of him vaguely that the Holy Maiden was reprimanding the presiding judge.

His own spirit had long been accustomed to more terrible pain.

Although I knew that there would be a day when the Holy See would come to my door, this is a little too fast, right?

Fate makes people, but that's it.

Zero once again felt the helplessness of weakness.

Resistance to anomalies is both a blessing and a curse from the gods.

It is impossible for oneself to use the power called charisma to strengthen oneself as the people of the Holy See do.

However, at this time, if the gift of strength and weakness can also maintain its peak at this time, and all the anomalies that spread to the surrounding area are suppressed......

"Neil, you do this...... Don't you think it's too much!" The saint with a delicate face, but not a beautiful one, could not contain her anger at the moment.

Is it because I failed to stop Zero's anger, or is it because I am implicated in the other person's helplessness?

"Even if he violates the law to study mysteries, it's not a reason for you to be so cruel, right?"

In the face of the accusation of the saint in front of him, the high-ranking young magistrate bowed his head and said nothing.

"......," the Pope frowned and waved his hand to disperse all the entourage, or any other caretaker.

The saint slowly approached Zero, stretched out her hand, and hesitantly wanted to touch Zero's blood-stained face.

"If I were you, ma'am/miss, I wouldn't touch him. The voices of the two men rang out at the same time—Neil looked at Zero, surprised that he would say such a thing, but still said, "Now it's just me, you, and the Pope." Then I'm going to put it bluntly - God is angry with this man, and whether or not there is a mortal to protect him, he will surely die. Even after death, there will never be rest. He looked at Zero with indifference and disgust, but when he looked at the Holy Maiden, he suddenly became fanatical and almost adoring. "And you should know very well what it is for—the oracle sent down makes it clear to the hearer that you, the holy woman whom God himself has chosen to serve God from body to heart, should be devoted to this mortal, and the gods are outraged. ”

The saint named Cecilia shuddered a little when she looked at Neil's handsome face, which was also stained with a little blood of the victims, and smiled wildly.

Since God has graciously taken all your sins upon this man and forgiven you for everything, then you should no longer go against God's good intentions. The old Pope also said slowly, "No matter what kind of evil spell this person has cast on you, Lord Holy Maiden, this is a scandal for the Holy See, and you should understand this. ”

“...... I...... But I ......" she struggled to say something, but couldn't get it out.

When her gaze touched Mr. Zero's eyes, which were still clear and deep after a slight wipe, she shrank a little away from her gaze.

"That's ......" Mr. Zero whispered quietly, then amplified his voice again.

"But what? Obviously, you, the holy woman, have touched the hearts of mortals, but the eccentric gods want me to pay for it. The Holy See's belief in God's partiality is nothing more than that, and I don't really like you at all. Zero shrugged at Cecilia, "You owe me once." ”

"The blasphemers not only speak against God, but also speak ill of the saints. The young vice-presiding judge untied the ropes and dragged Mr. Zero, covered in blood, towards the altar. "Repent before God. ”

"Wait, wait, at least...... At least let him clean his body before the last moment comes?" Cecilia said hesitantly, "Isn't it disrespectful to God to worship unclean things before God......?"

Neil turned to listen to the staccato words, as if he had not heard them, and the Holy Maiden flinched again under the Pope's meaningful gaze.

"Huh. Don't bother with it. I can't wait for a meeting with God......" Mr. Zero, who should have been very weak, said this with a full sense of breath.

The Pope stared at this young man who was different. It is perhaps not surprising that all men shrouded in mystery would attract saints...... Although all the background information was investigated in detail at the first time, the other party always made people feel as if there was something contrary to the ordinary.

However, I thought that I would show something unexpected, and since I was caught in the temple so easily, there was nothing special about being subdued by the gods......

The white-haired old man looked at Zero's bloodstained face, even if he was tortured and abused, it still seemed to be buried in a thick fog, his expression should be pale and painful, but the eyes under his bangs were still like this-

- So full of divinity.

Like the incarnation of the suffering God in the Holy Scriptures......

The Pope shuddered at his blasphemous thoughts, and could not help but pray in a low voice as he continued to spy on Mr. Zero's face, and then felt relieved that it was just his own delusion.

Mr. Zero's body was placed haphazardly on the altar.

The presiding judge, the Pope, and the Holy Maiden—whether she liked it or not—were scattered around, praying around the idol behind the altar, begging the gods to watch over it.

Mr. Zero felt himself float up and saw his body lying there.

"Is the soul out of the body?" he looked somewhere in the air, there was a door open, surrounded by flowers, winged handsome men and women on either side, and between the holy music, a glorious human figure appeared behind the door, and he seemed to be flying slowly in the direction of the door.

"Is this what it's like to be led to heaven by God? But your 'messenger' who has been indirectly introduced to me is really not very friendly. Mr. Zero smiled and muttered to himself.

But in fact this sacred feeling is wrong, heterogeneous, awkward. Just as the flowers are carrion, the angels are dried corpses, and behind the gates are rotten and depraved caves with twisted monsters.

It's just that I didn't expect an answer to come: "It's not surprising that mortals' perception of the unknown will always be hugely skewed, whether it's the child of the Inquisition, or you, Mr. Zero." ”

The voice was sublime, holy, and Mr. Zero heard a different message in it—

"It seems to be a woman's voice?" Mr. Zero thought to himself, and then scratched his head, other people's love affairs, whether they are of the same sex or the opposite sex, have nothing to do with him, and there is no need to make any judgments—ah, if it weren't for the troublesome saint who seemed to have "indifferent thoughts" about herself.

God can't know what Zero is thinking. He simply continued, "He wasn't moved the moment the gods appeared, and Mr. Zero was really special enough. It's not a loss to that kid......"

"Nope. First of all, my cognition should be generally fine, and secondly, I am just a little more resistant. By the way, in the end, I didn't like it at all, and I didn't want to die now and run to heaven. So I can only ......" Mr. Zero interrupted the gods' words, felt in his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a mechanical part - although maybe Mr. Zero didn't know exactly what a mechanical part was - and sighed, "I also said that this thing would follow me in some form, but I didn't expect it to appear directly in my pocket......"

"Hey, wait, you ......" the god tried to say something, but was interrupted again.

"Ah, what will the fragments of the heterogeneous gods, thrown in this holy church, cause ...... Will it attract His opposition or His servants first?, let's wait and see—" The parts fell downward after Mr. Zero let go, and as they fell, they became more and more luminous, becoming like entities the moment they came into contact with the marble floor of the church, making a crisp "ding" crashing sound.

Mr. Zero bowed like a poster at the end of the news, and then saw the change as he wished.