The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

One week had passed since the incident at the Holy Sanctuary.

During that time, nothing had occurred in the Marquisate of Hohenberg.

It was strange.

The Holy Kingdom, suffering significant damage, surely wouldn’t refrain from declaring a holy war.

Could it be that something happened to the Earth Mother?

Ludmilla returned to the Imperial City twice a day to gather information. However, even with the intelligence agency mobilized, she couldn’t collect any information related to the Disaster of Innocence. The Holy Kingdom must be thoroughly concealing the fact that the Disaster of Innocence had descended upon the Holy Sanctuary.

‘Why? Edanant von Hohenberg had embraced the Disaster of War as a monster. Despite receiving a divine oracle from the benevolent Earth Mother, he betrayed his faith and attacked the Holy Sanctuary. If the Holy King allied with the cardinals to declare a holy war, I would be inevitably cornered…’

I don’t get it.

Why is the Holy Kingdom maintaining its silence?

Zebeline had also expressed her stance that it was hard to make reckless speculations about it.

“Focus all firepower, and don’t let your guard down.”

As she extended her right hand, equipped with the Gauntlet of Disaster, she concentrated divine status, causing the gauntlet to expand and transform into the form of a heavy machine gun.

A heavy machine gun.

Bam bam bam.

She mounted the M2 Browning heavy machine gun on her right hand.

Belashiel, facing this unfamiliar weapon, showed a cautious demeanor. But standing tall, as if boasting the absolute defensive power of the Demon Restraint’s shield, she faced directly ahead.

“Here we go.”

With a sound like bang, the gunfire erupted.

Thick smoke.

And a clatter of falling shell casings.

Relentless projectiles turned the target into a lump of flesh in an instant.

The heavy machine gun’s power struck directly against the shield defending the front. Hundreds of rounds pounded against the barrier established by the holy relics. Suddenly, confusion flickered across Belashiel’s face.

‘Huh! Did humans have such weapons…? What insane power!’

The shield still held firm.

The problem was the incessant rapid-fire.

The Demon Restraint’s shield began to show significant flaws as it overloaded under the barrage of bullets and was rendered nearly useless. This led to Belashiel particularly fearing the continuous fire.

Bullets that could shred armored gloves like paper.

Moreover, they had been wickedly enhanced by the Disaster of War.

Fire bolts penetrating steel.

Gloomy rounds continued to rain down, pushing the durability of the holy relic to its limit.

“Phew.”

The shield, radiating a brilliant glow, began to scream.

This was merely a practice session. There was no reason to push the holy relic of the Earth Mother to its limit.

Thus, setting the overheated heavy machine gun aside, she ceased firing. Simply experiencing the power of the heavy machine gun was sufficient gain.

‘Using modern weapons posed numerous difficulties… But after employing missiles and electronic cannons in the Holy Sanctuary, constraints have significantly diminished. Does this mean my divine status has grown? Given the hardships faced everywhere I went, it’s not surprising to grow stronger.’

The heavy machine gun was just the beginning.

Soon, she would be able to deploy even more modern weapons.

What kind of weapon should she bring out?

While pondering in the presence of the Seraph armed with numerous holy relics, she thought.

“Edan.”

At the northern forest of the Hohenberg family, when they were conducting a small mock battle, a girl with flowing silver hair approached with a sulky expression.

“You missed tea time! Did you forget?”

“Ah, right.”

The nations of the continent, including the Valtarian Empire and Gael Holy Kingdom, placed particular importance on tea time. That’s why he often had tea time with the beautiful princesses of the empire.

Wasn’t tea time around 4 PM?

As he took out his pocket watch, the hour hand pointed to 4:20.

I’m late.

By 20 minutes, no less.

It was only natural for Zebeline to puff up her cheeks in discontent. Missing tea time without notice was a grave insult.

“Sorry for being late.”

“Hmph, you must have been too busy with that cow!”

“Of course not. I was enjoying tea time with the beautiful Saintess.”

“You sure can sweet talk.”

A witch with a flat chest symbolizing famine.

Zebeline Albion Russell.

Belashiel, staring at the sulky witch, realized that she was in a romantic relationship with Edanant.

That scoundrel.

He seduced the witch of famine with vile sweet talk.

‘And it seemed as if he was in a romantic relationship with the vessel of tyranny too… Could it be infidelity? To cheat boldly while having a fiancée for life? What a garbage human! To lose the dignity of the Seraph to such an affair!’

A love triangle.

This was definitely a romantic drama from a romance novel her mother enjoyed.

The cheating male protagonist.

And the wicked women brainwashed by cunning whispers.

Continuing the irresponsible affair, the evil women eventually forewarned him of his beheading. She remembered the ending, where the decapitated witch held her own head with both hands as it disappeared beyond the horizon in a boat.

“Let’s go drink some tea.”

“Why the hell would I join those disasters… cough! Don’t pull me!”

When she suggested tea time, Belashiel reacted with hostility as always.

To which Edmund sighed and pulled on the chains of the Pressure Demon.

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Reduced to a slave that could only submit to absolute command authority.

Belashiel, who had to endure constant harassment from Edanant, ground her teeth while swearing revenge.

Her mother would surely descend.

With the power of the supreme deity, she could instantly nullify the bondage imposed by the Pressure Demon’s chains.

While promising herself vengeance, Belashiel kept a close watch on Edanant’s movements. Like a spy infiltrating the enemy, she meticulously observed his every move to uncover his weaknesses.

“I am Ludmilla Dreg Valtaria, the Second Imperial Princess of the Valtarian Empire. Nice to meet you. I understand this isn’t the time for pleasantries, but I must at least greet the Earth Mother’s envoy.”

“…”

It was a polite and courteous greeting.

As expected of the Second Imperial Princess in the Empire, it was close to perfect etiquette.

Ludmilla welcomed Belashiel gently, as if receiving a king or noble.

It was a bewildering situation.

To think I would receive such hospitality from the vessel of tyranny.

Suffering at the hands of morally bankrupt Edanant and Zebeline, Belashiel showed embarrassment at Ludmilla’s greeting. Finally, she faced someone with common sense amongst these barbarians.

“But where are your wings, you say you’re a Seraph from the Celestial Realm?”

“…I usually keep them in the armory.”

Elizaveta held her teacup with both hands and asked.

To which Belashiel replied.

‘The armory… Is that the name for the space where they store holy relics? I didn’t expect detachable wings.’

If she did not command for battle, she couldn’t draw the holy relics bestowed by the Creator Deity from the subspace. It was a safety mechanism to regulate the Seraph of Justice.

Was it the sealing through bondage that caused this?

The servants of the Hohenberg family thought of Belashiel only as “the mistress the second young master brought with him.” They surely had no clue that she was the great Seraph recorded in legends.

“…”

Ludmilla and Zebeline took their seats and began drinking black tea.

Edanant did the same.

He sat with the cute Luinong perched on his lap and took a sip of tea.

To leisurely enjoy tea time with the Seraph of the Celestial Realm present. Belashiel showed a dazed expression as she sat down. Sipping warm black tea, she quenched her thirst.

“It seems I won’t be able to return to the Imperial City for a while.”

“If the Holy Kingdom declares a holy war, you’ll be trapped in the Imperial City.”

Now was the time to pay close attention to the movements of the Holy Kingdom and wait for results.

It wouldn’t be long before news arrived.

The monster that devastated the Holy Sanctuary had broken through countless encirclements.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the dignity and fame of the Creator Deity had fallen into the mud. The fanatics who worship the Creator Deity would never leave the monster that destroyed the sanctuary alone.

“I want to drink milk tea… but there’s no milk.”

Edanant casually remarked.

Belashiel’s face flushed as she covered her chest with both hands.

No,

It wasn’t intended as a tease.

Of course, she wasn’t entirely uninterested, but…

The sharp gazes of Ludmilla and Zebeline pierced through Edanant. Edanant, simply wanting to drink soft milk tea, immediately drew misunderstandings due to his past conduct.

“Hey! You said you wanted to drink it after all!”

“Huh, was that Rue…?”

Rue, munching on a cookie, raised her hand.

At that, Ludmilla sighed and withdrew her suspicion.

“Seriously, why are you looking for milk like a baby?”

“Don’t worry. You won’t ever have to look for milk.”

As Zebeline pointed it out with a sharp tone, Edanant countered with a mocking reply.

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