I...

　Oh, my head hurts.

　....Huh?　Why do I sleep on the floor?
　What? My body, I can't move!

　I looked at my body and saw that my arms and legs were tied up.

Why did you do that?

You're finally awake.
"...?

　I was surprised to hear a voice from behind me.
　The person behind me was...

'Duke Iffel?　''What does this mean!''

　Duke Ifer, the ruler of this holy city, walked over with his hands folded behind him.

''Oh, you can't tell the situation from this appearance, can you?

　As soon as he said that, Duke Ifel's figure changed.

　It was as if he had gathered all the evil intentions of this world and forcibly packed them into a human form.

　I am aware of this existence.

''...........Demon.

That's a saint. I'm one of the demons under the Evil One, the eleventh in the pecking order, Guzion.

　Well, it's the worst.

　There are countless demons in this world, but among them, the demons directly under the seventy-seven pillars of the Evil God are mighty and have the ability to follow numerous demons.

　The eleventh rank in the hierarchy is quite a high ranking demon.
　How could such a demon be in front of me.......

Isha...?

　There was a large cross on the wall behind the devil, and on it was crucified Isha, the candidate for sainthood, who was going to succeed the saint.

　The cross on which Isha was crucified was the one I had seen before. I see it every day, so there is no way I could mistake it for something else.

　Yes, it is the cross in the Great Temple.
　This was the Great Temple of God.
　It must be nighttime because we can't see the sunlight from the windows.

　It was hard to believe that there was a devil in the hall of the great shrine, the home of the creator God.

　But I don't care about that now.

What have you done to Isha?

　I was worried about her.
　From the looks of it, she wasn't injured but....

''Just like you before, you're just asleep. Well, you'll soon be sacrificed to replenish your holy magic power.

You're going to have to sacrifice for me to be a saint.

Lobelia!　Well, don't tell me it's you too!

　From the depths of the Great Temple, Isha and her synchronization partner Lobelia emerged from the darkness. Lobelia is the daughter of Duke Iffel.

　Lobelia is the daughter of Duke Iffel and she is here.
　She laughed as she looked at Isha, the synchronized Isha being crucified.

　In other words, Lobelia is also one of the devil's friends.

　And it wasn't that the devil was taking over Duke Ifel's body, the devil was Duke Ifel.

'It's about time for the day to change. Let's start the ritual to make you a saint.

Yes, Father.

　Lobelia approached Isha with the Holy Spear in her hand.

''Wait, wait!　You leave her alone!　The sacrifice must be made by me...
'That's an impossible counsel. Because you're going to have to baptize my daughter, you know.

　That's when the demon came to me.
　He had his hand on my head.

Okay, looks like the wards protecting you are gone.

　A demon's hand touched me.

　As a saint, there was no way a demon or demoness could touch me.

　Before I knew it, a black pattern, like a crack, grew out of the bracelet on my right wrist and invaded my body.

　Maybe it's because of this.

''I left you with only enough power to baptize you, and I've annihilated the rest of your saintly powers.

　The devil has politely told me.
　You want to see my despairing face.

　I have no choice but to despair, don't I?
　Without the power of a saint, I can't do anything.

　I am helpless.
　I'm so frustrated, so frustrated, so frustrated that I cry.

　I can't even help the girl who was training hard every day to take over my work (saints).

'You have worked hard for two hundred years. Your last job is to baptize the daughter of the devil and make her a saint.

I would never do that, no matter how much they threaten me!

'Oh, never mind. You can be touched in this way. Your saintly powers are weakening and you're easy to brainwash.

Oh, no.

　It looks like there's nothing we can do about it.

"....God of Creation.

'Hahahaha. It's useless!　No matter how much this is the temple of the Creator God, God can't interfere with us directly!

　The devil speaks to me as if to break my last hope. As much as I hate to admit it, I think it's right.

　I have only been given an oracle by the Creator God. I have never had it manifested in front of me.

　But still, I've been praying to God of Creation for two hundred years, you know?

　I wanted to play and be more like a normal girl. I wanted to eat good food, see beautiful scenery, and make friends with guys.

　I've had to put up with all of those things.
　I'm a saint.

　I've resisted having relationships with men, too.

　I really wanted to devote myself to (the) man.

　I wanted to be with Him.


　Finally, please make a miracle, even if only for a moment.

　I don't care what happens to me.

　Please help me at least with Isha.


The last word is 'God of Creation'...? It's nice to be a saint, isn't it? So long!

　The demon's hands put something in my head.

　I'm not me anymore...


"...goo-hah!

　I was still Seira.

　The demon Guzion that was touching my head was blown away by someone.

　It was a knight who had blown the demon away.

　It was not my guardian, the Holy Knight.
　Definitely not.


　Because the knight was the one who burned it.