Lufure heaved a sigh as he gazed at the twinkling stars.
The spring breeze brought a chill to the night.
His body was heavy because of the filth and he could feel the coldness seeping in him.
‘……. Haaa.’
He held his hand up, and he could see his blackened fingertips.
Even if he tried to create an illusion so that the people around him would perceive it as normal skin color, that didn’t mean the filth had disappeared from his body.
He frowned at the heaviness he felt from the filth that he couldn’t purify nor release.
How foolish of him; he already knew he was at his limit, no longer able to take in any more filth, and yet he still did it.
‘…Rozalie….’
He bitterly muttered that name inwardly.
That girl had proclaimed herself to be his saintess; she didn’t even want to listen to him, and she was a pest that would relentlessly chase after him no matter how he ran away.
He didn’t have any favorable impression of her. No, to be honest, he felt nothing but hate.
That girl’s filth had penetrated his body.
It slowly seeped into his body when he tried to protect the human girls while they were being pursued.
Throwing away the filth that had permeated his body wasn’t really that hard.
He could just do what ‘that person’ did — just stop receiving and brush it away.
Even Lufure could do that. Doing so would definitely make ‘that person’ happy/
But —
<b>“Lubure-zama”</b>
That voice echoed in his head.
<b>“I’b your saimbtess, book at mbe, blease, at mbe—”</b>
He could hear the countless voices of the countless filth that he had accepted within himself.
Filled with grudges, jealousy, hatred — pleading for salvation.
Filth was the heart of humans.
These were overflowing, pitiful emotions and thoughts that were stronger than anything, to the point that the person could no longer endure them.
It would be compassion to just crush them.
They would feel more at ease if they just obliterated this filth.
However, if they could do that, then they shouldn’t have accepted this filth in the first place.
‘Yeah, it’s so stupid.’
The deities who could abandon the humans already left the shrine.
They were wise. Their connection with the people that Adoracion, the founding deity, builded up, had already petered out.
The people had forgotten the deities, and they became impudent, having the guts to trample those deities under their feet.
Those deities that couldn’t find it in them to abandon these humans and even protected them were already ruined to the point that they could no longer show their appearances.
There was no longer anything that they could do now.
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They could only wait for the judgement of “that person”.
‘And yet still can’t throw all expectations away…’
They didn’t accept filth just because they wanted to protect the people’s hearts.
They had wanted to delay the day of judgement, even for just a bit.
He was still hoping that something would change — he shook his head in self-deprecation as he stared at his fingertips that had been dyed in filth.
It was at that moment.
“Ah, there you are, Lufure-sama!”
The girl that was supposedly on her way home after reporting to the priests — Eleanor rushed towards Lufure-sama, who had slipped away from their group.
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