Apostle of Authority. Jarakse stood at the edge of a hill covered in snow and looked down.

The black pit, a precursor to the appearance of a large dungeon, was so deep that its end was unknown.

Did the Apostle of the Main God say he rushed in there to defeat the enemy before the dungeon was completed?

He really has a big heart. Anyone would be terrified at that sight.

“What’s the situation?”

His friend Kyle appeared, making crunching sounds.

“So far, it’s no different from what I received through the crystal ball.”

“I hope there are no variables.”

“The Apostle of the Main God said it. We just have to trust and wait.”

The plans devised by the Apostle of the Main God had yielded remarkable results so far.

Many monsters that rampaged across the land during the Age of Myth perished without leaving any significant traces.

Considering Elder Ergynus always says, ‘You should have been our leader,’ there is no doubt about his profound wisdom.

There were sacrifices, of course. It’s not that easy to deal with the remnants of the Age of Myth.

However, everyone agreed that this was the best course of action.

No one, no person, could make a more perfect plan than the Apostle of the Main God.

How could they?

How could they compare to his wisdom, which seemed to see countless futures and then choose the best options?

“The fact that the Apostle sent his friend here makes me uneasy.”

“…That’s true.”

Frey Kent, Lucy’s friend, is waiting where the combat team is gathered.

The promising candidate for the next Sword Saint, a girl who has caught the eye of the God of Martial Arts, sat in a corner, fiddling with the hilt of her sword without speaking to anyone.

“But what can we do? If the Apostle has something in mind, we have to do our best from our position.”

“Hmm. You’re being too diligent for your own good.”

“Shut up. More importantly, how are the others?”

“Quite good. The entry team is full of energy thanks to many blessings, and those staying on the ground to deal with monsters have determination in their eyes.”

They are not just fighting monsters.

They are participating in the great cause of saving the world.

They have been given the opportunity to become heroes that every man dreams of, so how could they show cowardice?

Moreover, by supporting people, their forgotten names will be remembered by someone.

The Apostle of the Main God, despite his outward appearance, is a delicate and kind person.

That’s why he doesn’t overlook even the slightest damage that many people consider insignificant, remembering the names of the deceased one by one and offering prayers to the heavens.

It’s no wonder they jokingly say, “If I had known this would happen, I wish I had died instead of that guy.”

Looking at his actions, it makes one wonder how such a person lived as a public enemy of the world.

Even a promising sprout is still a person.

The rejection and criticism from others must have been painful, yet he endured it all and stood here.

If Jarakse himself hadn’t seen Lucy’s determination in the arena, if he hadn’t heard about her curse before the conversation between the Apostles, he would have definitely had prejudices.

“I’m glad he’s finally getting rewarded.”

“The Apostle of the Main God? Hahaha. I heard he dislikes being praised.”

“It’s better that way. Better than enduring criticism with a stoic expression.”

“…I’m just asking, but are you really into that?”

“Do you want me to kill you?”

Jarakse cursed with his eyes, and Kyle spread his hands open.

“It was a joke.”

“If you say something stupid again, I’ll break one for you.”

“Woah. That’s a scary threat.”

As the two exchanged casual jokes to ease the tension, an ominous aura was felt from behind.

The presence of something that shouldn’t exist in this world. Those related to the Evil God.

“It’s where the people are!?”

“Damn it. Was I too careless!”

The two, who rushed forward in a hurry, increased their speed even more at the screams heard from a distance.

Suppressing their heaving breaths, they arrived at the place where the people were gathered and saw not the death of their comrades.

They were not in a defensive struggle, barely holding on.

They were not warriors fighting evenly and pushing back the enemy.

It was the sight of all enemies being cut down before one person. A single girl, not yet an adult.

“Is this all?”

Frey Kent swung the sword in his hand and asked the fallen figures on the ground.

At least one limb was severed, and several had injuries that could have been fatal, yet the attackers stood up as if it were natural.

Those who do not know death. Beings without an end.

The authority of the Evil God Agra.

“You’re alone, kid.”

“How long can you last?”

“To think I have to do things like this.”

“Guk. Keuk. Gkeok.”

“Ha. This idiot…”

“Answer me. Is this really all?”

At Frey’s provocation, the man at the front lunged.

Though now forgotten, the man was once called a hero.

He is also the protagonist of a fairy tale that is still told.

The knight, who lost everything fighting for a country until the very end, swung his sword to erase his own end.

“How dull.”

However, the forgotten hero’s sword was easily shattered before the genius.

The sword was cut in half, and the hero’s head flew through the air.

That was the end.

The hero, who had forgotten the concept of death, met his death.

“Don’t you guys have anything to show?”

There was no answer.

“Then you guys die too.”

“Shit. Attack him! Now!”

Seeing the subordinates of the Evil God charging, Jarakse and Kyle finally came to their senses and moved to aid Frey.

The battle was extremely one-sided.

It wasn’t just the existence of an irregular named Frey.

From the start, it was clear what the result would be when those who fear death more because they have overcome it compete against those who have decided to die.

After the battle ended without a single casualty, Jarakse and the others tried to thank Frey, but she turned back to a corner without so much as a small reply.

“Is she shy?”

Kyle, who crept closer, thinking she was hesitant to accept praise, like the Apostle of the Main God, flinched and stepped back upon seeing Frey drawing her sword slightly.

“Don’t bother me. Trash like you.”

Seeing the sharpness that suggested she would cut him if he spoke any further, the others also gave up approaching Frey.

While treating Frey as if she didn’t exist and preparing for the large dungeon strategy, the residual traces of magic were felt above the people.

Jarakse and Kyle, sensing it, raised their guard in case of anything, and then froze as they saw the figures appearing directly above them.

“Kyaaaaah!?”

“The idiot has an incurable disease.”

Lucy, who landed quickly, easily caught Joy, who was waving her arms in the air.

“You’re heavy. Did you gain weight too?”

“I didn’t! I can barely eat properly because of magic research, so how could I gain weight!”

“That’s strange. Then why did you get heavier? Everything else is the same.”

“I didn’t get heavier!”

Joy, struggling and freeing herself from Lucy’s embrace, felt the attention focused on her and hurriedly pulled out her fan.

The fan, unfurled with great momentum, revealed her blushing ears.

“Lucyyyyy!”

Frey rushed towards Lucy with all her might. It was no longer the movement of greeting a friend, but that of a living projectile.

Seeing that, Lucy blinked in surprise and hastily summoned her divine power.

“I’ve defeated them all! I did well, right?”

Catching Frey with a dull impact, Lucy was about to say something, but seeing Frey looking for praise like a puppy, she sighed and pulled her cheek.

“Eueh. Eueeee.”

Even as her cheek stretched like rubber, a smile lingered on Frey’s lips.

Those who had witnessed Frey’s brutal demeanor and cold attitude were bewildered by her childish innocence.

The same person who didn’t see people as people?

*

Confirming the corpses of the surrounding enemies, I suppressed the nauseous feeling that naturally rose and steadied my mind.

I thought it was about time the Pope would get impatient.

That’s why I’m glad I sent Frey just in case.

If it weren’t for her, who can even cut down the authority granted to others, there would have been considerable sacrifices.

Thinking about it this way, Frey is really a strange kid.

To reach that level just because she didn’t like being manipulated by the Pope last time is truly genius.

She’s probably incomparable to Arthur now.

Poor Arthur. Now he can’t even play the toy of the girl he’s interested in.

Thinking of you, who will have to hear insults from both sides, I feel pity… no, I don’t.

Rather, thinking of him erupting in anger makes me laugh.

Should I visit the capital after this is over?

“Apostle of the Main God.”

Ex. This guy was crippled by me last time, wasn’t he?

Why is the guy who used to look down on me so polite now?

Did he realize a hidden preference after being beaten up that time?!

“What brings you here?”

Feeling chills from his respectful attitude, as I was about to curse, Joy, who was next to me, stepped forward.

“From now on, that dungeon will be tackled by the Apostle of the Main God. You all will handle the monsters that pour out of the dungeon.”

Joy. Talking so politely invites dissatisfaction.

If you said something like, “I can’t stand watching your pathetic performance, so get lost quietly.”

“Understood. I will do my best to perform my assigned role.”

You won’t do it?

Why won’t you do it?

You’re being looked down upon!

You should at least show some annoyance!

Even if you respect me, you can insist on going together!

Why do you give up so easily!

You pedophiles!

Ahhh. I’m so angry.

After this is over, I will definitely elicit curses from those bastards.

Definitely.