In the eyes of the boy, Nate, vivid scenes of the past, which should have been impossible to observe, were flashing by.
The gravedigger’s wife, embracing her son’s corpse and screaming in agony. A woman in a black robe approaching her, whispering wicked words as if to comfort her.
The grand demon summoning ritual they performed in the Primrose pleasure district, and the deaths of countless people caught up in it.
Yes, it was because of the woman right in front of him. This woman had completely corrupted the soul of the poor mother who had lost her child, leading her to pile up unforgivable, heavy sins.
Srrrung.
Nate slowly drew his old longsword.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to reverse a future that had been completely fixed. However, at least punishing the culprit of this situation, that servant of Aeyeol, was something he could do now.
“Could it be, you are…?”
At that moment, the woman muttered as if she had realized something.
“Those mysterious eyes! Ah, you’re the boy the Archbishop spoke of! I had imagined a much smaller and weaker child, given your unfortunate childhood.”
In an instant, the atmosphere reversed. The woman, who had erased the tension that had been tightly wrapped around her, neatly adjusted the hem of her black robe and took a step toward Nate.
“Let me formally introduce myself. I am Taiara, the parish head of the…