Before the Battle of the Dragon Slayer.

Holy See, between confessions.

It was pitch black all around, except for some glimmer of light in front of the angelic statue. In the faint light, a young girl bowed her head and knelt in front of the angel.

The glimmer of light focused on her forehead, and two horns grew from the ends of her hair, the shape of which was not visible at first glance, because the horns were broken, as if they had been wounded by a sharp object, and had lost their original shape.

The girl's clothes are gorgeous and shiny, but they are one size larger than her own figure, and they don't look like their own clothes.

"This is your only chance, but this one is not a miracle from the gods. You should understand that this is a deal. Miracles are free, but power is not. ”

The man hiding in the shadows emitted a crisp but flat girlish voice, and there was no confusion in her tone like that of the magician's voice, but a kind of confidence and perseverance.

This sentence tortured the girl.

Now she has to make a decision, and that decision will determine her life.

"What would Brother Iroh think?" The girl in the shimmer asked.

"He shouldn't want you to do that." The girl in the shadows replied.

"Because I'm not worthy?" The girl in the glimmer asked.

"Yes."

Not everyone deserves power, this is the creed of the Holy See.

Strength is something that can change lives in a small place, and can change the world in a big way, so it is inappropriate to give power to people who don't deserve it.

Regulate those who have relative power, and execute those who have absolute power. It's all for the sake of human civilization.

"I wasn't trained as an executor and didn't know what I was supposed to do. But I want to follow him, and I don't want to be distant from him. ”

"Do you want to take over the responsibility of the entire human race with just two words of love?"

"I'm willing to do anything."

"I've changed my mind."

"His Majesty the Pope!"

"Mel, you don't have such qualifications." The Pope paused slightly as he said this.

After a short pause, the Pope continued: "Admiration is only for a moment, and you cannot prove that you can take up the responsibility for the survival of humanity with this courage. ”

"I'm ......," Mel opened slightly.

"Human life is limited, but human desires are unlimited, and dedicating one's eternal life to a desire that can never be filled is the duty and mission of the Holy See, do you really have this kind of awareness?"

“……”

"Because you want to be by his side, you join the executor, and in some cases you turn your back on the executor in order to stay by his side. Mel, let's get to know the executor a little more. ”

"Your Majesty, please give me a chance." Mel was resolute.

"I'll give you a chance to think, and I'll be back here at the same time tomorrow, and you'll give me the answer then. During this time you are on your knees and take a good look at the enforcer's guidelines. ”

"Yes." Mel nodded.

The Pope handed her a pamphlet.

Mel's kneeling posture did not change, she took the pamphlet, then opened it and read it out word for word.

Between the ethereal confessions, Mel's voice echoed.

"If humanity must be sacrificed, start with the Pope. If humanity must perish, start with the executor. ”

"The original intention of the Holy See is not to cleanse the world of all evil, but because man is associated with evil, and man is inexhaustible and evil is inexhaustible. The Holy See coexists with human civilization in such a way that the Holy See will face eternal sins and sufferings. Whenever a sin is seen, it is better to stop it in advance, stop it in the middle, and settle it afterwards. Therefore, the executor will be far superior to ordinary people, and even invincible in the world. ”

"Carrying forward the double shackles of strength and the survival of human civilization, the executor must not abuse his power and be arrogant; We must not put grievances and hatreds above human civilization; You must not be selfish, and you must not steal your life. It is more important than preaching with words and more important than faith. ”

“……”

Reading aloud and reciting repeatedly, this passage has been engraved in her mind.

The same time finally came the next day, and because of the amazing physical strength and endurance brought by the Demon Beast bloodline, she persevered until this moment.

The pope's heels rattled against the floor tiles, briefly urging Mel's heart to beat faster.

"How's it going?" The Pope came to inquire.

"Your Majesty, I have come to my senses." Mel said.

"Very well, then you have broken through the first assessment." The Pope said, "The second test, do you know the cost of being a vessel for angels? ”

"I've got an idea." "I'm willing to accept the full price." ”

"Since you say so, then I won't stop you, but since you have come to this road, there is no turning back, I hope you will not regret it in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"So, let's start the ceremony." With that, the Pope began to recite incantations that she had long been familiar with. In the midst of the extremely dark confession, a lamp lit up in an instant.

The lights lit up around the two of them in turn, forming an incomparably shining magic array.

The paint on the pitch-black sculpture in front of Mel began to peel away, and then, like a dragon drawing water, the lights into his body.

The archangel sculpture moved under the impetus of this force, raising its greatsword in its hand, and the shape of its mouth constantly changing, as if it were chanting a magic spell with the Pope.

The greatsword became transparent as it chanted, as if it had lost its original form. The sword emitted a faint blue light, and bits of runes and energy escaped from it.

"End of reading." The Pope finally uttered a word that Mel could understand.

At the same time, the archangel's sculpture slashed down with a sword, directly on Mel's soul.

Mel didn't feel the pain, but she sensed consciousness gradually peeling away from her body.

"By becoming a vessel for angels, you gain enough power to be an executor, but at the cost of losing yourself. Once upon a time you were Mel, and in the future you will only be Mel if the angels allow you. The Pope's voice echoed in an ethereal confession, and I don't know if Mel heard it, but it didn't matter anymore.

Now that she has made up her mind, it is irretrievable.

The broken horns on the top of Mel's head fell off, her long blue hair turned a silver-gray metallic with a mercury texture, and there were some tiny scales looming on her face, but now the scales were gradually dusting.

The power of the archangel purified the dragon blood in her body, retaining only the power and expelling the demonic beast from her.

At the same time, she had a heart-shaped lock around her neck, which was constantly beating as if she had a consciousness of her own.

The next day, Iroh passed through the cloister of the Holy See.

There was an executor in a silver cloak who walked over, and the executor was relatively small, and Iroh had never seen an executor of this size, so he couldn't help but take a closer look.

Although he always felt familiar with this person, as if he had seen it somewhere, he was never able to match this person with any of the executors he remembered.

"Executor Zero One." Suddenly, the Pope's voice calling out to him sounded in the hallway.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Iroh didn't dwell on this issue for long.

"Regarding your mission, if the opponent is a dragon, are you confident?"