Anderson's brain was spinning rapidly, and in his mind, the old past was as blurry as an old movie, and he still found some information when he played it frame by frame. Alexander Anderson now felt himself standing in front of a great conspiracy, and perhaps only this man who believed in power and honor dared to touch it.

After all, even he knew very well how terrifying what he was going to say next would be if it was really true.

In fact, this matter has always been known only to the high-level of the Holy See, as well as the scribes who copied the books. Out of a total of 400 scribes of the same period, only Celestine and I managed to advance to the rank of high-ranking paladin and avoid death. ”

"So what about the others, they don't know better." At this time, the demon king was eager to know everything in front of and behind Kelly, a confused girl, he was a soul who had also been tortured for two lifetimes, and he didn't want Kelly to confide in his lover as an outsider like this.

- At the very least, he had to understand the relationship between the little girl with a few freckles and big eyes in his brain and the owner of this body. Knowing what happened allows him to decide how he should make a choice.

"No" Anderson shook his head very simply, but his face was unconsciously a little ugly, as if he had thought of something that frightened him, or at least what had frightened him.

"They—they were all killed by their own people in the war that followed."

"The Holy See will never allow anyone other than the upper echelons who can determine their loyalty to know about their series of dealings with the Sigmar Empire, or if they don't dare."

"What else do you know about Kelly Freya? I'd love for you to elaborate. ”

For his seemingly former "hometown" Sigmar Empire,

Although the Demon King is also interested, it is not as important as the things that are bothering him now, so he still hopes that the priest can be direct and tell him what he wants to know.

"The twelve-year-old archmage Kelly Freya received a pair of divine rings as a gift to the most powerful and respected heroic prince of the Sigma Empire at that time, the thirteenth prince Zieg Fried, whom she secretly admired."

Behind the shattered lenses, the priest's eyes were fixed on the Demon King's face, as if hoping to see through the surface of this hypocrisy and see something essential.

"Six months later, Zieg Fried disappeared with a large army after killing the Slaanesh Masquerade and the Chief Archdemon of Torture Scarbrand."

"Kelly Freya's parents were killed in the decisive battle, suspected of being insane, and she fled and was never heard from again."

As if he had accomplished something, the priest pushed his chair back and stood up directly.

Slowly, he walked past the stunned Demon King.

"Do you know?" the voice was small and deep, but there was a piercing chill, like the call of a demon from the abyss.

"Prince Zig, who was classified as a demonic fellow by the Sigma Empire, is different from Kelly, who didn't leave any information outside of words."

"You have a portrait of the remnants of magic, my beloved prince, you won't forget even the past eight hundred years, right?"

With his sword clenched, Anderson didn't know if he was about to face a monster or a sinful soul who had been ostracized and descended into hell, but he wouldn't allow himself to escape, and he believed that his eyes that had missed it wouldn't do it again and again.

The room fell silent, and the two men stood with their backs to each other, neither of them speaking, and their faces were extremely gloomy.

"When did you guess?"

"There's no need to guess, I'm sure you'll recognize any cardinal or paladin in the Pure Church if you show up."

A yellowed page appeared in the priest's hand, as if he had not thrown it away even when he had been drunk, and that he had deliberately carried it with him.

It was something like a tattered leaflet, and on the yellowed, wrinkled oiled paper was a familiar face - the Demon King himself.

Underneath that photograph shows the average paladin's description of the location of the mission target and the sins he has committed, as a glorious battle.

It reads - the Demon Prince of the Empire, the follower of Tzeentch, and the pale prince [Sieg Fried]. Killing 30,000 comrades, worshipping the evil gods of subspace, must be [killed].

Finally, unexpectedly, the scene in the Demon King's own dream was linked to all this, and he felt anger and helplessness.

- This is a naked conspiracy.

The former prince slain the hideous demon, and the demonic blood covered every wound he tore open. His men fought bloody battles to protect the peace of one side. In the end, he was also tricked, and although his pure heart did not change, he became more and more terrifying, gradually turning into a demonic appearance.

Then, the hunt from the Holy See and the royal family has arrived, and it may even have used some terrible means to frame the army.

The end result is that everyone feels that there is no need to exist anymore, adding some new damage to the empire they have saved from the demons.

So they laughed at death together, and the whole army voluntarily and silently sank into the hot and terrible magma, praying that there would be no bones left, so that the demonic blood could no longer add even one more victim to the continent than they did.

"They—that's what they said?"

"Yes" silently put away the wanted notice, but the priest clenched his sword in his other hand, ready to escape or fight to the death with this "demon prince." ”

"Hah. Ha. Hahahahahahahaha

Laughing, almost laughing out of tears, this is the sorrow from the soul, no longer the sorrow of this body and the real half of the remnant soul of the demon king, but from Liu Xinming himself.

"And just like that, they betrayed like this, hunted down those who saved them with their lives, and then stood on their corpses and proclaimed themselves right?!"

"Yes"

Nodding slightly, Anderson had already felt the despair from his soul, and it seemed that there was no need to beware of such a person whose heart was about to die.

"Thank you, Father. No matter what happens in the future, I still hope that you can defend the city of redemption for me, for everyone, and protect the home that everyone can finally live well. ”

"That's why I'm leaving the Holy See, Your Highness."

Kneeling on one knee exaggeratedly, pompously lifting the hem of his worn-out gold-inlaid robe and throwing it out one after another, Anderson knelt down in front of the Demon King.

"The former Seventh Executive Director of the Pure Church, Paladin, Priest of Correction, Alexander Anderson, swears allegiance to you!"