Mer tried her best to wrap herself within the folds of the cloak and block all the sounds coming from the outside. The world was falling apart outside, and she did not want to hear it.

Screams and sobbing filled the air, all sounds that Mer did not want to hear. The aura and emotions radiating from Eugene made her feel uneasy, so she also squeezed her eyes shut. She knew that she could not try to calm Eugene down; his anger felt more than justified at the moment.

‘…He’s not using magic,’ Mer thought.

If Eugene used magic, it would give way for Mer to intervene. If Eugene chose to rampage with magic, Mer would happily take on a supporting role. She could calculate the trajectory of his attacks and make them more precise and merciless, slicing through hearts and heads without mercy.

If Eugene’s mana was about to be depleted, Mer would willingly forego her own form and provide him with mana. But….

‘He’s… looking after me,’ Mer realized.

The knowledge only made Mer feel more distressed. He chose not to use magic at all, knowing that it would cause her to intervene. As such, Mer huddled in the deep darkness within the cloak, doing nothing. She only hoped that the storm outside would pass sooner rather than later.

“Ugh…” Hemoria sat up with a groan, her body shaking. She could not understand what had happened.

She had arrived a bit late since she had been too far from the location of the battle. On the way to the battle with her subordinates, she had seen the light coming from the Gospel of Punishing Evil.

The Gospel of Punishing Evil was a Sacred Formation of the Blood Cross Knights created to oppose count-ranked demons and give Paladins the power to fight such demons head-on. Had they truly deployed even the Gospel of Punishing Evil to suppress one young man, Eugene Lionheart?

Her question lingered as she continued running, but then...