The boy and the bishop met on a snowy street.

During the war, the young bishop wondered whether the boy in front of him had been separated from his parents or abandoned because he could not afford to raise him.

What a poor child, the bishop sighed, and stretched out his hand to the strange boy, the dark cross decoration on his chest reflecting a faint light of hope.

"The true God, the alternate plane above us, and this country, will protect you and me." The bishop swore an oath, "never betray, and we will be blessed by the Holy Cross – we will live." ”

The boy gently placed his hand on his robe and nodded to him.

As a result, two neat rows of footprints appeared on the snow, completely different from the footprints of the passers-by who hurried to and fro in fear of the battle situation.

The boy walked with the bishop into the shadow of the Holy Cross at the end of the street.

……

"I want him to wear the best clothes, get the best education, and get the strongest strength."

"I will give everything I have to raise him to grow up."

"You ask me why?" The bishop, who is regarded as a freak by the people who live nearby, happily replied, "I met him alone on the street after losing my loved ones, and this is 'fate'. ”

"Crooked." The man sitting on the seat opposite the bishop and visiting the place as a minion of the empire snorted coldly, "That little cub is a demon beast, I saw him chased by a python and fall down the valley, but a few months later, I saw him here again in you." ”

"You'll regret it, why didn't your partner stop you from doing this kind of loving behavior?" The disfigured man stood up from his seat, pointed to the tip of the bishop's nose, and asked angrily.

"Shhhhh The bishop replied.

"You! Unreasonable. ”

It is impossible for humans to adopt orcs to hide it smoothly, and the man who failed to persuade him to leave angrily, but before leaving, in view of the help that the bishop had helped him, he put down his face and wished the other party to do whatever he wanted in the next few years:

"Before the war is over, I hope you will do what you say, and I hope you will not regret it in the end...... I'm not the only one sent by the Empire to investigate this organization. ”

"Good luck with you, Alex." The Bishop stood in the shadow of the Holy Cross and waved goodbye to him, "No, after being reused by the Kaslano Empire, you should now be called 'Mr. Yoi'." ”

"Leave the title alone." He also waved to the other party, "I'll keep an eye on your news, but don't die-"

"Bishop Girium."

……

The adopted teenagers were given a new and beautiful life, as the bishop had hoped.

As he grew older, the bishop began to notice that melancholy had crept up on the young man's immature face.

As he grew older, the child's orcoid traits were finally exposed to the other members of the Order.

First, his original dark and brown hair slowly became lighter, and finally turned into a dazzling gold, and under the light of a different time and space, it would emit a colorful light, and if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that there are scale-like things on his hair.

The faithful under the patronage of the Holy Cross reject the distinction of the young man, who, although he has received "everything" of the bishop, is also, like the maverick bishop, has no object to talk to and is shunned.

The bishop dyed the boy's hard blonde hair black again and again, so that he could make friends and grow up as healthy as the rest of his peers—but could he do these things by changing his appearance? Bishops, who have never admitted to having friendships, are not aware of this.

"Why don't you ask your partner? He financed your dreams, and together you will make the Holy Cross stronger. In the letter from "Mr. Yoi", the other party wrote.

"He's gone to travel the world, and this country can't shut him down, and it can't shut up our faith." He postmarked the reply and sealed the envelope with wax, "There are more places where he is needed, the Holy Cross." ”

He sent the letter and continued to wait for the flames of war to be extinguished every year by a new person or a group of new people.

But while he was waiting for the next letter, the young man revealed his bloodthirsty side under the "anticipation" of the believers.

With a piece of silver cake, the boy bought a dagger with a sharp blade on the street that had been rebuilt after the war.

When he returned to the church, he poked it into the heart of one of the dirtiest churchmen on weekdays, pulled it out, and took the lives of witnesses who happened to pass by.

Not all human beings can become "capable people" and "capable people", but every living being must have spiritual power flowing in their blood, and blood is the best medium for atmospheric spiritual power.

Plundering the lives of weak humans and drinking the sweet brew that bubbles from this source is an excellent pastime and nourishment for the orcs who have suppressed their instincts for years in an environment where life is dying and the smell of blood is everywhere.

The boy who thought he had no one to watch him set a trap in the church, killed the minions of the empire who came to investigate the bishop, and created a fire that would hide the truth.

The boy took deadly poisons from passing migratory birds, mixed them into the meals of the nobles who came to worship, and ended his ridiculous life full of lies, and sent his wife and children to accompany him.

Beneath the Holy Cross appeared a beast with the appearance of a "human", and he thought he was well hidden.

The bishop, who had witnessed all this, was on the verge of collapse, and in the end, he made up his mind to reveal the truth he knew before the boy committed even more intolerable sins.

"Why! Why! Why?! The boy who had been betrayed by his closest people roared, smiling hideously to express his anger and sadness that he had nowhere to vent.

You who recognized my existence, saved my life, and gave me everything!

“…… Why?! ”

He was perplexed by the bishop's behavior, and once again he felt that he was not understood, and he was deeply distressed by it.

He wants to let the only person who identifies with him, but ruthlessly turns his back on him, also taste his own pain.

A bloodstained blade was stabbed into the bishop's chest......

Pest beasts do not understand the fragility of human life.

……

"This is the life of Aaron Kellyan, who chose to kill himself after the death of Bishop Gilrim." "Later, the buildings under the Holy Cross were consumed by the flames of war, and the shadow of the Holy Cross was transformed into a place of death for the faithful. ”

"The Orc Hunter Guild under the command of the Holy Cross also ushered in the end of dissolution because of the death and disappearance of the only two chiefs."

"It's been a long time, you sinister seed." Half of his face was covered in burn scars, and he pulled out the firearm behind his back—a firearm equipped with special bullets that could deal with high-ranking orcs, and pointed it at a figure that suddenly appeared like a ghost in front of him.

"Feathered Serpent!"