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Chapter 103: The Young Priest

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."

In the solemn and sacred church, a teenager in his teens recites the proverbs of worship of the gods. He wore a silver cross around his neck, and the black sacrificial garments proved his status as a priest, but...

It should have been a solemn prayer, but he was lying on his back on the church bench, and although it was not wrong to keep chanting words in his mouth, he did not even look like a priest in a lazy manner.

Of course, the person concerned seems to care about nothing, and is still talking to himself.

"The earth is empty and chaotic; There is darkness in the abyss; The Spirit of God hovers over the waters. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light..."

…

"Is that how you praise God?"

Just then, another man, much older, walked into the church. He wears a silver-gray coat with neatly nailed dark gold buttons on the front.

"Ha, teacher, the believer is saved."

The boy poked his feet out of the back of his seat, not even the slightest sign of remorse, and he waited for the priest to come slowly, like a child who had grown up.

Something like this has happened almost every day in this remote church for the past few years.

When I first came here, I was still a noble young master with elegant manners, modesty and courtesy, but the longer this semi-incarceration passed, the more "unsuccessful" this guy became...

"Hmph, are you really religious?"

"Teacher, how can you doubt me~" There was even a bit of grievance in his voice, as if it was really a man who wronged him.

A hand poked out from behind the back of the chair again, and the white and young hand still held a large Bible in his hand...

"I take the Lord's teachings very seriously every day."

…

Man... No, it must have been Father Anderson who shook his head helplessly, then walked a few steps to the bench and snatched the Bible from the other man's hand that should have been on the altar.

It's been five years.

Before I knew it, five spring and autumn seasons had passed since I took this child named Kars to live with me. As the child's temporary guardian, he was cautious from the beginning, and finally became what he is now.

- He was the child's teacher, and the only person in the entire church, in the entire Vatican, who had access to the child.

"It's a shame you're not one of those goddamn vampires!"

Of course, if the other party was really a ghost and a night clan, Anderson wouldn't have the troubles he has now.

This child, who is more flawless than anyone else, but more unfortunate than anyone else, just has some special physique, and is doomed to a tragic end...

"Don't say that, Mr. Anderson~"

He finally sat up, his black hair growing a lot longer than it had been five years ago, because he had never been groomed. Probably because he rarely touches the sun, his skin is a little paler than when he lived in the castle, and with a pair of red eyes...

Ha, even Kars himself has to sigh, he's not a vampire and he's so sorry for his looks.

"I don't want to be struck twice by a blessed holy spike."

"You were born with a scourge of the stars! In the future, I will definitely treat those things as a different kind of food! ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kars leapt to the bench. With this stepping thing, he was finally able to make eye contact with Anderson.

"It's okay~ I've learned a lot from my teacher."

Kars, who had no hands in his hands, just waved his hand out of thin air, but unexpectedly, a total of six spell swords appeared between his fingers!

The flickering cold weapon revealed a vague ominousness, and the mottled points of light reflected through the blade of the sword diffused the murderous aura...

That's right, Anderson's "teacher" was not given for nothing. After all, nominally, Kars was placed in the thirteenth section of the Secret Service of the Vatican-Dharma King's Office - Judah the Betrayer! As a member of the Church's organization to eradicate heretics and monsters, it would be too much to say if you didn't have any skills at all.

…

Although this is not the same as the original purpose of the church, for some reason, the fact that Paladin Anderson taught Kars to fight has not been stopped.

As a result, Kars became a disciple of Anderson, and since a few years ago, he has undergone rigorous training. Hm... For others, this level may be difficult to accept, but as a "monster" who has awakened its origin and has all kinds of strange abilities, Kars said that this time is actually not so difficult.

Surprisingly, in less than five years, he was still a 12-year-old boy and already had the ability to fight vampires head-on. It's just that because of his identity as a proton, he hasn't followed Anderson on any mission until now.

… Looking at the curse sword in the young man's hand, even Anderson had to sigh, this kind of terrifying talent had never been heard of before, but he still pressed the young man's hands.

"Sometimes, a cursed sword doesn't solve all problems."

The priest opened his mouth meaningfully, and the young man in front of him tilted his head as if he didn't understand, but the words that came out of his mouth told Anderson that this child actually understood everything.

"To make you say such an old-fashioned sermon, teacher... So, it's bad news this time~"

“… The war began. ”

Yes, after a storm that has been brewing for years, politically irreconcilable conflicts are resorted to violence and war. A big war that will affect the whole world has begun!

Naturally, the wheels of war have pulled the United Kingdom, where the imp was born, and Italy, where the Vatican is located, into a whirlpool of flesh and blood...

The troubled times have begun, and this means that the previously agreed jumps and rules have long since become a pile of waste paper. As the center of Catholicism, there should be many people in the Vatican who are happy to deal with this Protestant son of the devil who has lost its usefulness...

"The Protestants didn't mean to take you back."

Anderson continued to speak, and it was clear that the bad news he had brought was both one, and a string...

"Ha, I've been abandoned~"

How could Kars, with his arms folded and making exaggerated and tragic gestures, like the performance of a third-rate comic actor, make the priest laugh?

That's right... This kid has always been like this.

Anderson didn't know if he was as compassionate about all misfortunes as the legendary saints, but at least he always smiled innocently at the bad experiences he had experienced, which should not have been experienced by a child.

- He's the closest demon to an angel.

"I'm going to get ready first."

With the news already finished, Anderson turned and walked towards the door, having already decided to leave not long after he had arrived.

"Huh? Is this a mission? Won't you comfort me again, teacher? ”

The boy smiled and shook his hand, and the priest suddenly gritted his teeth.

…

"You go and get ready..."

"Father Kars!"