Chapter 45
{These are the commandments of your faith, decreed by the one who annihilates evil. Engrave them upon your flesh and remember them.
One. You exist to destroy evil. If even the smallest trace of it lingers around you, do not forgive it.
Two. You walk through darkness in the name of the light. Your body may dwell in shadows, but your soul must shine.
Three. If one is suspected, interrogate them without hesitation. Rip them apart if necessary, for the followers of evil gods and demons are deceitful and cunning, hiding their true nature.
Four. Even if you spill the blood of the innocent by mistake, do not waver. To shed one drop of innocent blood to slay ten wicked ones is a sacrifice that serves the greater good.
Five. My chosen are simple and absolute. They are those who endure relentless and excruciating curses and emerge victorious. Such are the ones I love, upon whom I shall bestow my stigmata. When you see my chosen, you shall swear loyalty and obey without question.
Six. Those whose bodies bear many eyes are harbingers of calamity. Slay them on sight. I repeat, do not fear spilling innocent blood.
Seven. Not only the body, but the mind consumed by darkness is the most repugnant of all. Never forget your hatred for such abominations.
Offer the blood and entrails of the wicked as sacrifices to me. I shall devour them with delight, for I revel in the annihilation of evil.}
—The Holy Scripture of the White Order,
Codex Proelium, The Seven Commandments.
The Chosen of the Evil God couldn’t believe it.
The Fragment of the Evil God… had shattered.
And yet—
He had no idea why.
It had escaped from Iomene’s body,
Burrowed into the Saint’s flesh—
And then…
It simply vanished.
Vomiting out every soul and every mind it had consumed before it had even finished digesting them.
That alone was an incomprehensible disaster.
But what was even worse—
Was where he was standing.
He had been waiting right by the Fragment,
Ready to assist in its awakening.
After all, who could have predicted that the Fragment would be destroyed within five minutes of its birth?
And now—
“Savior! Eleos!”
“Eleos! Eleos!”
The Chosen was trapped in the heart of the madness.
He was right there—
Watching it unfold in real time.
Cold sweat trickled down his spine.
He had exhausted a massive amount of resentment energy just to break through the barriers and defenses of the secluded palace.
Even the Miracle of Concealment that veiled him was weakening.
If any of the priests, mages, or knightssensed his presence—
It would be over.
Slowly, carefully—
The Chosen began to inch backward,
Trying to slip away unnoticed.
And then—
A shrill, piercing cry sliced through the air.
“Kyaaak!!”
Iomene had locked eyes with him.
Her gaze—
Was filled with fury.
“You! You!!”
“Bad! Bad!! Hate you!!”
The Fragment had been destroyed,
And Iomene’s soul had returned to its original state—
But after sixteen years of torture,
Her words were still childish and clumsy.
Yet—
Despite her stuttering speech—
Her eyes were merciless.
The Chosen felt his heart plummet.
He recognized those eyes.
They belonged to those rare, wretched souls—
Who had endured unimaginable curses for years, yet still survived.
It was exceedingly rare—
But sometimes, a human would endure so much suffering that their soul adapted to it.
Such people—
Became resistant to all demonic curses, dark magic, and miracles of the Evil God.
And Iomene…
Had harbored the strongest curse in history inside her for nineteen years—
And survived.
There had never been, nor would there ever be,
A human more resistant to evil than her.
That’s why—
She had easily seen through his Concealment Miracle.
‘This is some kind of sick joke.’
Cold sweat poured from his body.
But the Chosen forced himself to remain calm.
Iomene had barely spoken for sixteen years.
She was unstable, her words jumbled—
Would anyone truly listen to her?
If he played it smoothly—
If he acted innocent—
He might still be able to escape.
So, with a startled expression—
A look of complete confusion—
He carefully spoke.
“Your Highness, what’s wrong?”
His voice trembled with feigned concern.
His face twisted in confusion,
As if he couldn’t comprehend what she was talking about.
Like an innocent servant, wrongly accused.
It was a perfect act.
After all—
For eleven years,
The Chosen had lived and worked in the Imperial Palace.
As a mere maid named Emily.
***
After the Fragment of the Evil God shattered, Iomene, who had been floating helplessly in midair, began to plummet.
I quickly caught her and brought her back down to the ground.
Healing her injuries and getting rid of the grotesque wings sprouting from her back—that much was fine.
But then—
As I stood there, watching people cry and scream “Eleos!” at the top of their lungs…
It finally hit me.
My shortcut to Hell had been erased.
…Wait. What?
I thought this thing was the Fragment of an Evil God?!
Wasn’t it supposed to be some super-powerful, god-tier entity?!
Why did it just shatter like that?!
Why are you doing this to me?!
I mean, sure! My skills are sketchy and kind of weird, but I only used them for good!
I made the Order filthy rich, healed countless people in the slums for free, and never once abused my abilities for anything evil!
So why?!
Why the hell am I still on track for a one-way trip to the underworld?!
Despair.
Hopelessness.
Grief.
Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them.
And the moment I started crying, the crowd went even crazier, chanting “Eleos!” with renewed fervor.
…Are they messing with me?
I was so sure I was going back to Korea.
But now?
Now I have a massive mess to clean up.
I mean, think about it!
That inky black mass of curses was swarming all over me!
By all logic, my soul should’ve been obliterated!
Even if my body was wrapped in all that positive energy, there’s no way it should’ve been enough to block that kind of apocalyptic level of dark magic!
How the hell did I survive?!
How is this even remotely possible?!
Am I actually a Saint?!
No.
No, no, hell no.
Everyone get away from me.
I just… want to be alone.
As I stood there, eyes shut, tears leaking, a sharp voice suddenly rang out.
“You! Bad! Bad!!”
I cracked an eye open.
Iomene was pointing a finger at someone—
A refined-looking maid in her thirties.
With a deep frown, Iomene growled and started swinging her arms around aggressively.
Immediately, the Emperor rushed to calm her down.
“She must still be suffering from the aftereffects,” he murmured.
“Priests! Call the priests at once! Iomene needs treatment!”
But Iomene looked furious.
Frustrated beyond belief, she shouted louder.
“That! Bad!! Bad!! No! No!!”
She wrenched herself away from her parents and kept pointing at the maid.
The Emperor, however, misunderstood her completely.
“My daughter… I understand.”
“You can hate me all you want. Curse me as much as you wish. I deserve it. I am sorry… so, so sorry.”
The maid turned away with a pitying look,
And the moment she tried to walk off,
Iomene lost it.
“No!! No!! Bad! Bad!! Don’t go!! BAD!!”
She lashed out, waving her arms wildly in frustration.
Watching the scene unfold—
A realization suddenly struck me.
Bad.
Don’t go.
…And that bloodstain on the maid’s uniform.
Was she injured?
With all the chaos earlier, it was very possible.
If Iomene was this agitated,
Then maybe—she was seriously hurt.
“Hey! Wait a second!”
I started walking toward the maid.
After all, Yodel the High Priest had told me exactly what I needed to do.
To be forgiven, I had to:
Acknowledge my wrongdoings.
Not repeat my mistakes.
Pile up good deeds.
Well, my cheat code to Hell was gone,
So I had no choice but to go the hard way.
I had to build up good karma before I disappeared from public life.
After all, once I vanished, I wouldn’t even be able to use my skills anymore.
I had to do something now to prevent my damnation.
Thinking about it pissed me off all over again.
Why?!
Why the hell do I have to go to Hell?!
What did I ever do to deserve this?!
I saved people! I healed people! I never committed a sin worthy of eternal damnation!
So why?!
As I stormed toward the maid, anger radiating off me,
I realized something.
…My face probably looked terrifying.
The maid had gone completely pale.
…Oops.
I must look scary as hell.
I should probably smile or something to put her at ease.
Maybe… say something reassuring—
“You wretched DOG of the Grace Order!!”
The maid suddenly snapped.
Her arm whipped out with alarming speed,
And in the next instant—
A thick, black mist filled my vision.
…The hell?!
Why is this suddenly happening?!
“Kyaaahhh!!”
At the exact moment my vision was swallowed by darkness,
A pillar of radiant light crashed down before me, illuminating the world.
But this wasn’t just any pillar of light.
It bore the sigil of the White Order.
And it landed directly on top of the maid who had just lunged at me.
Shocked, I stumbled back and turned toward Iomene.
Still clutched in the Emperor’s arms, she had one hand raised toward the sky—
And on the back of that hand…
Wait a second.
Is that the sigil of Dulanier?!
Why the hell is the symbol of the White Order glowing on Iomene’s hand?!
“Aaaaaahhh!! Aaahh!! Y-you damn useless, miserable, brain-dead retard!!”
The maid—no, the thing that had disguised itself as a maid—screamed in agony.
And then, something even weirder happened.
Her appearance began to shift.
From a woman to a man.
From young to old.
Her entire physique changed, morphing and twisting in real time, as if cycling through different identities.
It was like watching a real-life glitch.
And as she kept warping and contorting, her uniform tore apart, unable to withstand the constant transformations.
And what lay beneath…
Everyone froze.
Not because she was beautiful.
But because she was horrifying.
“N-NO! THOSE EYES!!”
“Dear gods!! What IS that?!”
Her entire body—every inch of it—was covered in hundreds of blinking, twitching eyeballs.
It was like something straight out of a nightmare.
Even worse than Erfa’s cursed face before I healed it.
And I like monster girls—but even I can’t handle this level of nightmare fuel.
The maids and butlers in the palace screamed and recoiled.
The Imperial Knights immediately formed a defensive barrier around the royal family.
And the priests and holy knights of the White Order drew their weapons, enveloping themselves in divine blessings.
“A Calamity-bearer!!”
“It’s exactly as the prophecies foretold!!”
Then, amidst the chaotic murmurs—
A priest’s trembling voice rose above the rest.
“The One with a Thousand Faces!!”
And finally—
A shout that shattered the silence.
“They’re a CHOSEN OF THE EVIL GOD !!”
“Concentrate the divine power into the pillar!! We must burn them to death!!”
The priests and holy knights immediately poured their holy energy into the pillar of light.
And that was the end.
The Chosen of the Evil God—
The thing that had been a maid—
Screamed.
And burned.
“Grrrraaaaahhh!!!”
Their flesh melted.
Their form distorted, collapsed, and liquefied, reducing them to a steaming pool of blood.
But before they fully dissolved,
Their disfigured, half-melted hand pointed straight at me.
Their voice—distorted, guttural, and filled with pure, undiluted hatred—spat out a final curse.
“You… dog of the Grace Order... If not for you…”
And then—
Nothing.
The light vanished.
And so did they.
…
I just stood there, stunned.
What the hell just happened?
“Dulanier has spoken!!”
“The Slayer of Evil has descended!!”
“The one who has conquered the curse!!”
“The god of purification has bestowed upon us a Holy Saintess!!”
The priests and holy knights of the White Order rushed forward.
And without hesitation—
They prostrated themselves before Iomene.
But Iomene didn’t even spare them a glance.
She broke free from the Emperor’s arms—
And bolted straight toward me.
“Saint!!”
And at the exact same time—
From the opposite direction—
I saw Erfa running toward me, too.
The moment I saw her—
My heart sank.
The woman who loved me.
The woman I had to push away because of my tragic fate.
The woman I thought I’d never see again.
The woman I’d impulsively kissed because I thought I was going back to Korea.
…
Shit.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
I couldn’t even laugh or cry properly.
I just stood there, awkwardly forcing an uneasy smile as Erfa drew closer.
And then—
“GOOD!!”
Iomene tackled me.
“GOOD!! GOOD!!”
She nuzzled her face against mine, rubbing against me like an affectionate puppy.
Her smile was so bright and innocent—
It was heartbreaking.
“The Saint of Healing and the Saintess of Calamity’s End have descended upon mankind!! Worship them!!”
The priests and holy knights surged forward—
And prostrated before us.
Everyone watched with warmth and admiration.
…
Everyone except one person.
Erfa.
She stood frozen,
Watching Iomene cling to me.
Her eyes locked onto mine—
And in that moment,
I knew.
I was so, so screwed.
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