You guys don't mind, do you?

The dozen or so tourists known to have traveled far and wide to visit the town of Miracles were swarmed by dozens of local townspeople in the church.

Everyone was apprehensive and a bit overwhelmed by this over-enthusiasm.

But at the end of the day, the group of fervent believers didn't ask them for money.

The group of new visitors breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, being swarmed by a group of people robbing you of your money for legitimate reasons is something few people can resist.

Tourists quickly dispersed after being told they could explore the town on their own.

Only the couple who had recovered from a major illness remained, discussing something with the enthusiastic townspeople.

Walking at the end of the line, Eleazar strained his ears and vaguely heard the two men inquiring about purchasing the property.

"Well, it looks like it's cured, not a trust that was brought in to act..."

Eleazar looks back at the idol in thought.

But just now did not perceive any mysterious power, very strange ...

Catching up with the crowd to cross out of the church, there was a very rude voice heard from the front.

"hetui."

A young man with yellow hair spat on the lawn outside.

Witcher, who was incredibly sensitive to killing intent, sensed a shocking circle of murderous aura swirling behind him.

Without needing to turn around for confirmation, he silently continued on his way.

And that yellow hair didn't notice at all that dozens of icy eyes cast out from the church.

Disguised as an ordinary tourist, Eleazar silently investigates the town for a day.

Without exception, there was not a single gain.

That's right, if it was that easy to find out something, those two acolytes would have turned this town upside down a long time ago.

Eleazar thoughtfully finished his dinner at the inn, then returned to his room, extinguished the lights, opened the window, and leaned back into the shadows to silently monitor every move outside.

What kind of punishment will that blasphemer get?

It wasn't long before he saw a pretty woman holding a water bottle come down to the floor of the inn.

The loose blouse, that chest threshold that I don't know if it's intentional or naturally nerdy to lift, the grooves are so deep that you can't take your eyes back if you plant them in it.

Eleazar watched coldly as the guy next door was mesmerized and slobbering.

Yellow Hair, who had inadvertently glanced outside, immediately stood in front of the window like a chicken blood, desperately displaying the muscles of his upper body.

The girl downstairs covered her mouth sheepishly and clutched her water bottle as she headed for the nearby woods, and as she saw her figure about to disappear, she threw a seductive look of desire back toward the hotel window.

Eleazar soon heard, from next door, footsteps that were shaking with excitement.

Then saw, casually put on a coat of yellow hair, directly jump from the third-floor window, fell to the legs were a little staggered.

"So eager to die!?"

Eleazar's eyes widened at once as he watched the stumbling figure run into the grove.

But after only a few minutes, light footsteps sounded again, and the woman with the kettle, her face cold, came out of the woods, her somewhat revealing blouse bunched up.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Eleazar also leaps gently down from the third-floor window.

Dodging through the trees, he then smelled a pungent odor of chemical gas.

It's a simple way to destroy heretics, there's no mystery to it.

Yellow hair, dead...

Eleazar looked blandly at the pitiful corpse with sulfuric acid bubbling and blood foaming from the corners of its mouth.

Turning his head again, he watched the faintly lit, quiet town through the sparse trees.

This place, it's a little scary how calm it is...

After thinking for a moment, Witcher, who thought that since he was out anyway, he might as well take a look around, quickly lifted his feet and caught up with the woman who was getting ready to go home.

"Ms...."

The moment the person turned his head, a purple light flashed in his eyes.

[Suggestion-Hypnosis!

"Do you believe, in your God?"

The woman, who seemed to be genuinely convinced of their gods, went straight into the darkness with a high voice:

"For the Holy Mother ~ Gloria!!!"

"Gloria!!!"

The whole street brightened instantly, that is, all the occupants turned on their lights, and uncountable residents returned the pious cry.

Startled, Witcher took a step back and vaguely saw a woman shrouded in a white robe at the end of the street.

Her head was bowed, her face in the hood revealing only a polished chin. With a blink of his eyes, the figure disappeared again without a trace, leaving only the boiling blood in his veins.

High-ranking Demon Sequencer!

Quickly dismissing the woman who couldn't escape the influence of the gods even when mind-controlled, he ducked the two equally deranged acolytes and returned to his room.

Trembling, he dug into the window, unable to press on any longer, his ten fingers clawing out a scratch on the floor.

"Phew, calm down... Calm down!"

Witcher, his mouth burning with murderous intent, tried to forget about the figure that had sent him on a ritualistic rampage of transformation.

Since it was already established that it was a Demon Sequencer, it was good to deduce the other party's purpose.

Witcher, who hadn't brought his magic guidebook out with him, struggled to recall what had been said about the sequence.

The miracle in the town was undoubtedly the power exerted by the other side in secret.

Treating ordinary people for terminal and serious illnesses? When did the devil become so kind?

So what exactly is she scheming?

"For the Virgin Gloria?" Eleazar pondered.

This bold, evil transcendent, who has toppled the faith of the Church with his miracles and new namesake?

Collecting the beliefs of ordinary people?

"It's crazy, even if you survive after this job, I'm afraid you'll have to die in the future, right?"

"Well, it's possible that it's the Transcendent from a foreign country..."

"Do demons need faith too?"

"No, I'm afraid it's the soul!"

"Constantly performing miracles, solidifying people's faith, gradually controlling their fragile minds, and then finally, through a ceremony, making people voluntarily offer up their devout souls?"

"Not bad for a demon..."

After a long time, Eleazar, who had regained his composure, craned his head to look out the window.

"In that case, those devout believers in the town, who have long since been crossed into the food dish by the other side, will surely not allow the slightest mishap."

"Why didn't you start the ceremony earlier? Did you have to drag it out until the Church found out about it and refused to stop performing the miracle even after sending people to check it out?"

"There must not be enough of the town's original inhabitants to be used in the ritual, which is why there has been a steady stream of believers waiting for the day when the time is right."

"That's your weakness, greed!"

Eleazar sinks his gaze and slowly walks to the window, sensing the two acolytes who are running around the town in an attempt to ferret out that lurking demon.

"Well, this time it's going to be a tiger with the church..."

"The demon just dies anyway, they shouldn't mind, right?"