"Bang Dang ——!"

A large pile of parts was thrown in front of the goblins, the same equipment that had just been handed over to St. Giles as trophies by Tehanhuin and ripped from the goblin engineer Torok Golden Fang.

St. Giles' face sank as if he were enduring unimaginable pain and struggle.

At this time, countless thoughts came to his mind, as well as the terrifying whispers that lingered in his ears forever, full of the power of holiness and evil.

"I have to know, since this goblin is not dead, then is it the chief knight-"

In the endless dark space of his mind, the figure of St. Giles became smaller and smaller.

This emperor is very peculiar, he has only one prince, that is, the [Beauty] prince, Sigwald.

Even this young man did not seem to come from any woman at all, but a gift from the gods, who had fallen from heaven.

St. Giles had tried to make an empress, but after each of the noble-born women had put on the armor that had belonged to the chief knight, he raised his butcher's knife to them.

- Garbage

- Ugly and dirty guy

- You insulted her armor

The Emperor roared and killed hundreds of young girls who had volunteered for status, wealth, or simply forced to use as political tools.

When the blood stained the long steps of the post-election convention and the magnificent churches of the empire, this scene remained in the eyes of the people forever in fear.

Blood, heads, dying screams, and madly wiping a set of rusty armor from St. Giles, this is the legendary nightmare - [St. Giles's bloody wedding].

In his eyes, since the age of seventeen, there was only the female knight with long blond hair left.

- I want to save her, even a land spirit is alive, she will never die!

He roared, letting the undercurrent of the world in his mind run wild, and he was desperate.

Almost unconsciously, he began to believe that the flamboyant goblin was telling the truth, that both his brother and her were still alive, but hidden in another dimension.

"Listen, put on these—"

- Take me to your master.

St. Giles wanted to say this, but the pain of his whole body and his whole brain was like an electric shock, and he lost his voice almost instantly because of the pain.

[Kill him]

It was the voice, the black hand that had been manipulating his fate.

No one knows what "he" is, but this being is indeed powerful, invincible, omniscient.

When "he" arrived, he gave St. Giles and his close confidant, Marshal Fabius Bair, each a set of angelic armaments, so that the already aged Marshal Fabius and the naturally weak St. Giles became the most powerful warriors in the entire empire after the death of Sieg Fried.

When the spirit garment was transformed into an angelic being, St. Giles fell, sank.

He experimented with a sense of unattainable, unattainable joy flowing through him with a power he had never believed before, and he was also mortal, a lowly mortal.

When you don't have the power and others tempt you with the ability to destroy the world, you will also keep a trace of clarity.

When you ever had power, you will use all your power to keep him, no matter what the cost.

I don't know how long that being has been here, and St. Giles has often feared that this soul, which is far more powerful than himself, will forcibly take possession of his body.