She is not an investigator.

Boom—!

A sudden tremor sound rang out.

It was a sound originating from above everyone's heads, from that gray sky.

The church ceiling was lifted, and angels dressed in white descended to protect Him.

Angels are sacred, beautiful, perfect, and pure.

They do not possess human evil, human desires, or human dreams.

They were...chaotic, disorderly, rotten, dead, and disgusting.

"..."

They must be killed.

The Gods' Folly - Beyond the World: Chapter Twenty-Two, Respond, Chosen One

Do you remember your name?

"Of course I remember, Constantine, I will not forget."

"Try writing it down, give it a try?"

"Um…"

"You need to remember, Constantine, remember what your name truly means."

"significance…"

“That’s right, Constantine, do you remember who you are?”

"I'm…"

The chosen one.

"...!"

Constantine suddenly opened his eyes, and the noise and chaos seemed to leave him at that moment, disappearing without a trace.

He was no longer deep within the church, and his companions had vanished at that moment.

He raised his head and looked up.

He saw it…

He saw the moon.

That was the night sky, a landscape he would feel familiar with and miss countless times.

He was a priest of the Church of Eternal Night. Even though the church has been destroyed, its faith and tradition will not disappear.

He was always responding to him, time and time again.

"Why...my Lord."

Finally, he began to feel lost.

"Why do you... turn your gaze to me time and time again? I can't do anything. I've never saved anyone... I haven't been able to spread the faith of Eternal Night at all. I'm not worthy of your gaze... my Lord."

The person who adopted him once told him this.

The Lord can redeem everything and enable everyone to live a happy life free from suffering.

He never believed this, because he always felt that people's happiness was something they had to fight for themselves.

But he never showed any contempt or discrimination towards his Lord because of this.

He gave Constantine countless revelations and responded to him countless times when he needed help.

Even so.

Even so... he still couldn't do it.

Nothing was accomplished.

His companions are likely in danger now, but there's nothing he can do.

He accomplished nothing, not even until his death.

His life was like that of a comical clown, striving desperately, but the final result was both ridiculous and laughable.

He was not a savior, never was, and even his death was insignificant.

Aside from Igris, probably no one will be sad for him.

"My Lord, please answer me..."

Even now, he is still unwilling to accept it.

He was unwilling to die like this, unwilling to accept that he hadn't been able to help in any way until the very end, and unwilling to accept that his life had been so ridiculous and laughable.

He needs an answer, he needs affirmation, he needs... another chance.

“My dearest friend is in deep trouble, I need to help them, I need to get your response again… My Lord, please tell me, are you willing to help me again, are you willing to turn your gaze back to that child who belongs to you?”

The night sky has never seemed so serene.

He did not give an answer, but He had already given an answer.

Constantine lowered his head and gave a bitter smile.

His life will end here, his life will come to an end, his dreams, his future, his unfulfilled aspirations.

They will all be buried in the grave at this moment, and forgotten forever as the night fades away.

"Just kidding."

"...?"

An unknown voice echoed in this space. He had never heard that voice before, but it felt strangely familiar.

The moonlight suddenly began to dim, and the bright full moon disappeared into the dark clouds, making the surrounding environment exceptionally dark once again.

Before Constantine, a mysterious figure had appeared at some unknown time.

It was a woman, her face shrouded in shadow, wearing a cloak that blended perfectly with the night, her long black hair trailing to the ground, as if constructing all the darkness behind her.

She slowly squatted down, lifted her chin with one hand, and looked at Constantine kneeling on the ground.

They were very close, but Constantine couldn't see anything behind the shadow, including her face.

He should feel fear and awe.

But he felt warmth, he felt...happiness.

He received a response once again, a response from his Lord in this very space.

"you…"

"Constantine, you cannot and will not die."

Her voice was relaxed and at ease, and her gentle tone helped him regain his composure.

He lowered his head again, knelt on the ground, and pleaded with almost all the courage he had left.

“My Lord… my dearest friend needs my help, and he needs your help too. I am willing to give everything I have, my life, my freedom, my soul… I beg you to help them.”

"Constantine."

The figure gently shook its head.

“You are the chosen one, and the one who makes me walk on this earth. I should have protected you until you could stand on your own, but I am too weak to give you more help. Only here can we meet for the first time, in this world that is not noticed by all beings.”

She stood up, and as she did, darkness once again enveloped her body, hiding her within its shadow.

“You will not die here. You will continue to live on with my will, but after that, it may be a long time before I can respond to your prayers again. This is the limit of what I can do, and the only thing I can do.”

"you…"

“Constantine, remember, from this moment on, you will no longer be an ordinary person. Your every move will represent the will of the gods, and everything about you will be closely related to my life. So… go, your people need you, they need my power.”

The moon has set.

The distant horizon began to light up.

Dawn was approaching, and the presence that had responded to him was gradually fading away.

"etc…!"

"..."

"...Why did you..."

"There is no other excuse or reason, that is why I have always been so weak."

Her figure became almost transparent, completely dissipated.

But at the last moment, she still waved to Constantine and said in a cheerful voice.

"Also, remember to say hello to that person for me...you know who I'm talking about."

"...?"

Seeing that the figure had completely disappeared, Constantine stood up somewhat blankly.

"...Who is it?"

…………

"...!"

Gunshots, roars, shouts.

The voice of demand once again filled Constantine's mind, causing him to suddenly open his eyes.

His body became somewhat numb, but the lost colors gradually returned to normal without him even noticing.

He stood up and looked at the people around him.

He was surrounded by pale, white figures that kept surging in, and his teammates were encircling him.

"...In the end, you still haven't made it clear who you should greet..."

The Gods' Fool's Play - Beyond the World: Chapter Twenty-Three, and then, the world turned blood red.

"Constantine?! You're alright?"