Anise Slywood.

The woman that Eugene remembered was someone who both did and did not suit the word faithful. Her beliefs and faith might have been sincere, but her usual conduct definitely did not match the definition of the word ‘faithful’ or her title as a ‘Saint.’

Anise liked alcohol even more than Sienna. If Sienna liked to have fun while drinking, then Anise just liked to drink. She always carried a small bottle of wine with her, but she insisted that the liquid contained within was holy water and not alcohol.

She did have a saintly appearance, though.

Whenever they were faced with a lot of corpses, Anise would get down on her knees and offer a prayer.

Hamel used to wonder if there was any meaning in praying for a corpse that was long since deceased. The corpses had already decayed, so their souls had either already left or had become a plaything for the demonfolk.

Anise must have known these facts better than anyone. Even so, she did not skip praying for them. Even if it had no other meaning than paying her respects, Anise would still pray that the deceased person would find their peace and rest.

Anise had always been a strong drinker, but whenever they passed by a lot of corpses, she would drink even more than she usually did. Even when they told her not to, since she would just get drunk, Anise would still do it anyway. In the middle of a battlefield filled with the hellish stench of rotten corpses, Anise still could not restrain her intoxication.

—When will this world be peaceful and happy?

Anise used to ask this question often, whenever she had been forced to use the smell of alcohol to cover up the stench of rotten corpses.

—Things should be peaceful and happy once we’ve killed all the Demon Kings.

—Even if we kill all the Demon Kings, that doesn’t mean all the innocent people that they have killed will come back to life.

—But we can at least save their souls.

—Hamel, do you believe in the afterlife?

—Doesn’t it make you feel more comfortable to believe that there is one?

—But I thought that you don’t believe in the gods.

—That and the afterlife are two different things. Although I don’t know about hell, I definitely hope...