I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

The sense of incongruity lies here.

In this ideal world, there are no flaws, no imperfections or corruption, only the purest beauty.

It's so beautiful that it makes you want to be jealous.

The God of the Bible had to admit his feelings to Duve.

"It...is beautiful..."

"Yes, it's quite beautiful, I think so too."

It is a world I would give anything for, and the only sublime story I truly acknowledge.

Du Wei turned his back to the Bible and God.

As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Here, everyone enjoys the present moment. There is no comparison or competition. People honor each other with love, compassion, and faith, and maintain eternity by taking pride in themselves and their dearest friends."

Du Wei raised his hand and looked up at the unchanging twilight sky.

The restless emotions gradually calmed down.

"It is like a dream to me, a pure land that can never be replaced anywhere else."

I gaze at Du Wei, who seems to be telling a fairy tale.

The Bible suggests that God harbors an inexplicable sadness and envy.

If we had met in different places and at different times, we would have been able to understand each other to some extent.

This was the ideal world she once wanted to create.

However, I failed.

Demons and fallen angels even defied them, and a war between gods and demons that lasted for an unknown period of time was waged.

What exactly is one's original aspiration?

Wasn't the creation of Eden also about seeing this ideal land?

Suddenly, she understood why Du Wei was so powerful.

The power of the Bible cannot compare to the desire to protect loved ones and other things; the two are fundamentally different from the outset.

Therefore, it is only natural to feel that the enemy is powerful.

In the world of Demon Realm Britannia, everyone is an individual bound together by the same thoughts, glory, and bonds, and at the same time, they are a collective.

It was truly touching.

They knew that their feelings were genuine and that the other party was an enemy who intended to destroy them.

However, I couldn't help but feel a longing for it.

The mirror-like heart of the God of the Bible was stirred with ripples.

In an instant, it occurred to me that the place I should truly remain in is a world filled with pure truth.

That is why we can feel sadness.

The stronger this feeling is, the more one realizes the irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides as adversaries.

Excluding the elements necessary for the existence of an ideal world.

And then there's Du Wei, this special man.

Before engaging in combat, she genuinely believed that her opponent was a monster from another dimension.

Now, after this brief exchange...

I witnessed the dawn-like radiance emanating from him, a light of color that was different from the previous light that erased the significance of others.

It's not that I've forgotten my anger towards him.

But gazing upon the unavoidable beauty of this ideal world, and the man who has reached a realm I have never attained...

She couldn't hide her true feelings from her hypocrisy.

She didn't want to wear a mask of pretense to hide herself; she wanted to retain this undisguised purity.

However, there was still one question in my mind.

"...Am I also an unacceptable filth here?"

The God of the Bible asked this question.

The moment the words left her lips, she realized there was no going back.

I never imagined I would say what was on my mind.

For the party that trampled on this homeland to ask such questions is simply too shameless.

They even asked him in front of Du Wei.

A numbing sensation spread through my chest, and my cheeks felt strangely hot.

A unique feeling I've never experienced before.

"Who knows? Perhaps, once I've transformed the world into something pure, I'll know the answer."

Du Wei did not provide a precise answer.

The fact that he, who is usually so straightforward, spoke in such an ambiguous way might be because of the conversation that had slightly touched him.

She is one of the few people in the Bible who praise Britain.

Just knowing this makes me so happy; I should have been past the age of being happy just from being praised a long time ago, right?

It really makes me cry.

Du Wei clearly intended to abandon his identity as the most human being, but somewhere deep inside, the trace of being a "human" still remained.

"Go back. This is not a place for you."

And don't forget, we're going to launch a counterattack on your world. Don't bore me!

Du Wei issued an order to expel the Bible faction.

If they return in the direction they came from (1.1), they should be able to return to their original world through the spatial rift.

The God of the Bible did not say a word more.

He clenched his fists, not forgetting the shame and indignation in his chest.

"It seems that in the end... they didn't even ask his name..."

As she departed, she gazed upon the beautiful Britain and the figure of the man who upheld it.

Regret and resentment flashed through my mind.

The Bible faction was almost completely wiped out, and the only reason they were released was that the other side wanted a second battle.

As the intruders, there's nothing more to say.

But this expedition will surely leave a deep impression on them, whether it be hatred, fear, sadness... or longing.

They will surely meet again in Demon Realm Britain.

...divide...line...

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Change in Mindset [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The Cornish forest is surrounded by an unusual vortex.

The ground was littered with pure white wings, broken and shattered like glass, and the blood-soaked soil reeked of blood.

Only a few faint fireflies flitted about in the darkness of the forest.

Several people who were chasing them, who were emanating a thick, eerie aura, suddenly stopped at the same time.

"Oh dear, this is so boring. I thought I could torture him a little longer, but Master just told me to stop."

Goyaskaya put down the sniper rifle in her hand.

Wisps of white smoke drifted from the hot cannon muzzle.

Combined with the surrounding devastated ground, resembling a missile bombardment, and the charred remains of limbs and torsos baked black by the heat.

It's not hard to imagine that she was one of the people responsible for this horrific scene.

The beast's pleasure is built upon countless corpses; no one knows how many lives she has taken with her delicate fingers.

"Koyanskaya, it's time to retreat."

"Yes, yes, these guys aren't simple to be able to enter the Demon Realm. Even I, as a beast, would be addicted to the Demon Realm. Their sudden intrusion has certainly piqued my interest."

Koyanskaya smiled, her beautiful eyes revealing an undisguised joy.

27. As a beast to be admired, interesting ideas arose in my mind.

Her gaze was directed toward the world inhabited by the power of the Bible.

Even in the most comfortable and warm den, a fox still needs to occasionally come out to hunt.

"As long as you don't do anything that harms your master's interests, no one will care here. Otherwise, I will aim my arrow at your head immediately. Don't forget that."