Starting with the defeated female knight

Then, the thousand-legged church began to wriggle.

On the distant mountaintop, Uri was observing this place with a magic lens. When she saw the writhing church made up of human bodies, she almost vomited up her lunch.

"Holy crap, I thought the records were exaggerated."

"It was still censored after all."

As beings born after the Age of Gods, Uri and most of the members of the investigation team, although they had read the relevant records of the Age of Gods, had never seen with their own eyes the humans under the rule of the so-called 'gods'.

"if not?"

Elise, standing to the side, remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the disgusting scene before her.

"Why do you think humans rebel against gods? Why did even the church betray God? Just for fun?"

"That's too..."

Uri couldn't think of an adjective for a moment, paused for a moment, and then turned to look at Edith to the side.

"I'm saying, that 'ancient god' who helped you... surely wouldn't do that, would they?"

"of course not."

Edith tugged at her clothes and said calmly.

“Lord Green would never do that; Lady Cecilia and I are the best proof of that.”

She just has a bit of a prankster vibe.

Although Uri didn't quite believe her, she didn't refute it, considering that Edith and Cecilia seemed to be doing well at least on the surface.

but......

"Wouldn't such a being be even more dangerous?"

Elise turned her head, her tone enigmatic.

"Don't forget, in the ancient era of gods, the most dangerous beings were never these beast-like deities."

"The more intelligent, the more communicative, the more benevolent an existence is... the more insane and dangerous it becomes."

Elise is telling the truth.

Although, through the Church's efforts, many records about the age of the gods have been hidden.

Information about the 'Mother Goddess' was especially taboo and was erased. Only the Pope remembered it, and even bishops had no right to know it.

But those present now are mostly high-ranking officials from various factions. Although they cannot see the whole picture, they all know a little about that period of history.

Cecilia, in particular, had her very large-breasted mother tell her many stories from the age of the gods when she was very young, and she also mentioned the 'mother goddess' several times.

“Unlike other ancient gods, she possesses enough wisdom to not only communicate with humans but also to avoid misinterpreting their meaning.”

"She wouldn't cast her gaze casually, because she knew that the gaze of a god was something ordinary creatures couldn't bear."

"She has no intention of expanding the population, because humans are her children, and she has no need to change them into something else."

"In fact, because she felt that her thoughts might not conform to human concepts or preferences, as the ruling god, she rarely interfered in human kingdoms. She preferred to leave everything to humans to decide, and was willing to accept it even if it did not conform to her preferences."

"But she is the most dangerous god."

"A monster that almost destroyed everything."

What exactly happened remains unknown to anyone except for a few survivors who experienced it firsthand.

Even those who experienced it firsthand often remain silent about that period of history, as if mentioning it would plunge them into an abyss of eternal damnation.

But in any case, one thing is generally accepted.

Those gods that appear most terrifying are often the least threatening.

Those deities that appear most normal and in line with human understanding often harbor a deeper terror.

Edith certainly knew this, and had indeed thought about it, but...

“You’re right, my dear sister.”

Edith smiled and spoke.

"But don't you think that some monsters in human skin are even more disgusting than those clans?"

"The families all know to share food and take care of disaster victims, but some beasts in human skin, let alone take care of their fellow humans, seem to have even taken advantage of the disaster to loot, right?"

They set up checkpoints along the way, inflated grain prices, directly arrested people to sell as slaves, and even used their "magic eyes" to observe and mock the deaths of refugees for their own amusement.

Those with more leisure time might even get involved themselves, for example, by giving their brothers a sword and letting them kill each other, and then giving the survivor some rewards, euphemistically called 'optimizing the bloodline'.

Or they might throw the child into a pot, cook him, and then dump him into a pile of refugees, watching his original parents and other refugees fight over him like wild animals, thus proving the inferiority of their lowly bloodline and reaping a great deal of pride and satisfaction from it.

After doing these things, they felt no shame, but instead felt righteous and awe-inspiring, believing that they were making up for the losses, and even taking pride in their ability to come up with such a good idea.

Therefore, unusually, Elise did not immediately refute Edith's question.

There was even a hint of agreement.

After all, even if we don't expect them to reach the level of Elise, if those nobles were even slightly more human, this ancient god wouldn't have been able to take root so smoothly.

Although the blood of glory flows in his veins, although he fully agrees with the Empire's theory of bloodlines, and although he does not believe that people of lower bloodlines deserve to sit at the table.

But unlike those nobles, Elise's view of bloodline is the most standard and classic kind.

One sentence summary.

People of a certain bloodline do certain things.

Because she was truly in charge of managing the Stuart family's businesses, she understood even more clearly that even those of lowly blood could play a significant role if placed in the right position.

She did indeed discriminate against those of lower bloodlines, believing they were only fit to do things befitting their own bloodline and should not overstep it.

But as long as they stay in their place according to their bloodline, for example, a farmer does the work of a farmer and a blacksmith does the work of a blacksmith, she welcomes them very much and is even willing to provide support and help.

Moreover, she believed that not only those of inferior bloodlines should be worthy of their lineage, but also those of noble bloodlines.

The lower-born should be provided with food and services, and in return, the nobles should, as the stronger ones, provide protection to the lower-born.

At the very least, they should live up to the glory in their bloodline.

But even something as simple as this, few nobles in the entire capital could do.

This made her feel very irritated.

There's an uncomfortable feeling when someone scribbles or graffiti on a beautiful work of art.

but......

"No matter what, nobles are still human beings, not a bunch of wriggling, cobbled-together monsters."

Elise gave Edith a deep look.

"You'd better be careful too."

After saying that, her figure disappeared from the spot.

When it reappeared, the sharp blade in its hand pierced the body of a 'centipede man' who was searching.

He walked slowly, wielding his blade lightly, letting the monster struggle, its writhing limbs scratch and claw, and even its entire body erupt with large amounts of venom.

But she continued walking slowly, her steps steady, her movements elegant and graceful, like a dance, emerging from the torrential rain without getting even a speck of poison on her.

The monster didn't even touch the hem of her clothes until it had completely dismembered her.

Her dark, inky evening gown seemed to drape the night over her body, and her pure white gloves were spotless. Even though she had just been in battle, her meticulously styled blond hair still fell smoothly over her shoulders, contrasting with her almost pale skin.

Powerful yet elegant—that best describes her.

This has always been her requirement for herself.

Unfortunately, not all nobles are as strict with themselves as she is.

So she was a little irritated.

When you're feeling irritable, you need some ways to relieve stress.

For example, slaughtering aliens.

The night is still long.

She gripped the sharp blade tightly, her figure gradually blurring.

She still has a lot to do.

What she didn't know was that while she was slaying the monster...

the other side.

Her sister Edith was lying on her bed, her body covered in tentacles, her eyes glazed over, and she was breathing softly.

"Lord Green, slow down, slow down, I'm a little...out of breath..."

The soft, warm abdomen rose and fell continuously, and when stimulated to a certain extent, not only did her toes curl slightly, but her body also arched involuntarily.

Please be patient for a moment.

Soft, smooth touches gently roamed over her body, conveying their meaning.

After all, this tentacle only recently split off, so it didn't have much reserves to begin with, and time is of the essence.

If we want to split quickly, we can only rely on your power.

Edith certainly knew Green was right; in fact, she herself had proposed the plan, but...

"Please...stop...really...want...uh..."

Fortunately, the tentacles blocked her mouth in time, preventing the strange noises from spreading.

To be honest, Green didn't want to push her this hard, but things were urgent, and who knows what would happen next.

In order to rapidly increase production and combat power, Edith has no choice but to suffer.

"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime... Never mind, you should rest for a while."

Seeing that the child seemed to be about to faint, Green had no choice but to stop the tentacles from sucking.

As if falling from the clouds, Edith gasped for breath, and it took her a while to regain consciousness before she stared blankly at the tentacles.

But this time, Green wasn't nervous at all; in fact, he even swayed a little more.

[You're recovered? Let's continue.]

As he spoke, the tentacles began to wriggle again.

Edith's body trembled slightly, and after pursing her lips, she pleaded softly for mercy.

"Um...it'll be over soon, I want to rest a little longer..."

Okay then.

The tentacle didn't persist; it went over and patted her head.

If all else fails, you can try to lure it to me.

"......Um."

Edith nodded slightly, then seemed to remember something.

"By the way, sir, there's something else I'd like to tell you..."

【What's up? 】

"That's my older sister."

Edith reached out, pulled the tentacle into her arms, and whispered in His ear.

"Although I said before that my sister probably wouldn't harm you, I'm not so sure now..."

"So, just to be on the safe side, I'd like to tell you about her weaknesses first..."

What are the weaknesses?

"that is......"

Edith pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice even further.