I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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It would still be fine if there wasn’t a comparison.
But when there was, the moon’s divine power that Vincent used to feel was a sort of cold and damp, as if he was covered in moss that made him feel disgusted.

“Chosen One, you have finally come,” said the young girl.

Vincent was slightly stunned.
This scene was already magical, but the words ‘chosen one’ struck him like a hammer blow.

The only thing where he could consider himself to be chosen was having been recommended Sun Scripture by the bookstore owner.

Vincent didn’t know whether he was imagining things, but the manner in which the young girl spoke seemed a little stiff, as if she had just learned her lines and wasn’t yet proficient.

However, Vincent was no longer capable of paying heed to these minor details. 

“Who are you? Where are we? What are you trying to do?” Vincent exclaimed in slight panic.

The young girl answered, “You don’t need to know my name for the time being.
This is my dream, my domain.
I dragged you in because we share a common enemy… Use your heart, and you will know the answer.”

A common enemy, that can only be… the moon!

There were two moons.
The one the Church of the Dome believed in, and the one before him now.
One was real, and one was false.

Could this young girl be the true Goddess of the Moon?!

Vincent’s gut and instincts told him so.
His eyes were completely drawn to the sun in the young girl’s hand as he started to get overwhelmed by an intense desire.

I want… I want it… Give it to me!

Vincent’s hand had already reached out as these thoughts came into his mind.
His fingers first touched the sun, feeling the scorching heat before he slowly placed his entire palm on it.

The young girl’s gaze remained insipid as she reminded Vincent, “Remember, there’s no turning back.”

He understood that this was something very dangerous, but… He couldn’t control himself! His body was being forcefully compelled to take the sun.

Boom…

The scorching heat spread from his fingertips to his entire body, then exploded with warmth and the dazzling white light in his vision expanded more and more till it engulfed everything.

Vincent felt like he had become a sun, radiating endless light and heat.

——

Hyman followed Vincent in secret and came to his room in the priest quarters.

To be on the safe side, he first hid for quite some time, waiting till Vincent had fallen asleep.
Only then did he appear, and he drew a poisoned dagger from his sleeves.

He concealed himself, stealthily making his way to the fast asleep priest.
Then with a cold venomous gleam in his eyes, he raised the dagger.

For Her Excellency.
For the Church.
For the great Moon! 

This was what Hyman told himself each time he acted.

But this time, just as he was about to stab down his dagger, Sun Scripture in Vincent’s arms suddenly burst into flames!

Hyman had no time to react as the moon’s divine power throughout his body was instantly ignited, transforming into an unimaginable heat, burning his flesh along with his clothing.

Boom!

“ARGHHHH!!!”

His dagger fell to the ground with a clang as he screamed from the intense pain.
He was like a torch, burning up in twisted flames, making him appear like a visitor from hell.

——

Vincent woke up with a start and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a completely charred corpse followed by a red sea of flames all around him.

Rumble…

The roof started to collapse as Vincent leaped up from bed, recognizing the charred bits of clothing remaining was from the attendant waiting outside the Dark Moon Apostle’s door.

“An attack!! An attack!!”

A loud shot came from outside, followed by the sounds of hurried footsteps that got closer and closer.