Banner of the Evil God

Black smoke rose from the ruins of houses. The light rain that fell not long ago did not completely extinguish the flames that spread across the town, but intensified the smoke.

From a distance, the entire town was shrouded in eerie black fog, which was eerie.

It's evening now, which is when people finish their work for the day and prepare dinner. But not a single resident was walking on the supposedly lively streets. Those who were supposed to go home from work were now lying on the ground in a mess, with pools of blood under them that were gradually drying up. And in their house, the relatives waiting for their return also died under the knife, regardless of gender, young or old. Many people even had one or two more stabs added to their bodies to ensure they were killed.

In the entire town, the only thing that still retains some vitality is the lord's mansion. Of course, there are nobles in the territory of the merchant faction, just as there are also merchants in the territory of the aristocratic faction. The local lord is a baron who is keen on doing business. Every night, checking and sorting out the day's accounts by light is his favorite way of entertainment.

He could no longer entertain like this, because he and all the original members of the mansion had turned into headless corpses piled outside the door.

Now, what brings life to this mansion is a group of cold and tired executioners.

The soldiers had already found their own places to sleep, snoring one after another. Some patrol officers held cold and sharp weapons and silently circled around the mansion. On the watchtower at the highest point of the mansion, Count House, who should also be very tired, wrapped his body in a thick blanket and stared into the distance. .

He seemed to be acting as a sentinel, but the maid sitting opposite him knew that he was actually not looking at anything.

"It seems that things are getting serious," she said. "The news from above is that more than one god has launched an investigation."

"Let them investigate as long as they want," the count said nonchalantly. "They can't find anything valuable."

Indeed, even the spell to trace back time is ineffective against them. Even if powerful gods went to the scenes of several massacres to investigate, they could not see their appearance, only their identities.

"As long as you investigate carefully, there is no secret in the world that cannot be discovered."

"Maybe, but for us, just keeping it secret for a while is enough." The Earl didn't care at all. "As long as our plan can be completed, even if they find out the truth by then, so what?"

He sneered disdainfully: "The direction of people's hearts cannot be determined by mere 'truth'."

The maid sighed and said nothing more.

After a while, she stood up and looked around at the town below her that had turned into a dead city.

"This is the fifth village. How many times do you plan to massacre it?" she asked.

"Not sure, it depends on the effect." The Earl said, "Probably... two or three more, that's about it."

He paused and said, "I will trouble you for the finishing work then."

"...I really don't like this job."

"I don't like it either, but every job has to be done by someone." The Earl smiled, "Between us, it would be a bit hypocritical to say this. We must have done this kind of thing in our lifetimes."

The maid smiled bitterly and sighed: "You may not believe it, but when I was alive, I really never committed a single massacre. Forget about the killings on the battlefield, I never let the soldiers point their weapons at civilians. . This is one of the things I am most proud of in my life.”

"That's why you can only create a kingdom, not an empire. If you were ruthless enough, you might have defeated the Orc Empire that year and created your own empire."

"...That is not unreasonable, but in the face of time, what great empire can last for a long time?" The maid smiled, "The so-called 'Orc Empire' has actually been replaced for several generations. Whether it is the emperor Even the king of the orc gods has changed. So what if I founded the empire? More brilliance.”

"Is this the arrogance of successful people?" The count smiled slightly sarcastically and said, "I'm different from you. I'm a complete loser. I tried my best and tried every method, but in the end I still couldn't protect anything. Something. I’ve never had that kind of confidence you have.”

"Is that why your style of doing things is so intense?"

"Almost, among the three of us, I am the most extreme." The Earl looked at the sky and sighed, "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to step into the human world again and show off to my fullest!"

"Things in the world are often unexpected." The maid said, "First I came to the human world, then Robert came, and then Robert was recalled and you were replaced... All three of us Holy Spirits actually showed up, This thing is amazing.”

"But the goal never changes much, does it?"

"...Yes, our goal has always been the same." The maid smiled, "Although it has actually changed a lot, what we have to do is still the same."

"Let the Gold Coin Federation be as chaotic as possible. This is what we have to do." The Count said, "I feel that I have done a pretty good job."

"It's good, but I think the method could actually be better."

"Methods are not important."

"Methods are important."

"Successful people always think so, but for losers, if they cannot succeed, what is the point of considering 'methods'?"

The sentry tower fell into silence for a while.

After a while, the maid said again: "How are your injuries?"

"Not bad."

"Not bad? You have suffered a punishment from heaven, it won't be so easy."

"In fact, it's not as serious as you think. After all, I was hostile to these guys back then. Killing them doesn't violate my oath for me."

"But with our power, once it is used in the human world, it is easy to be sensed by the barrier."

"You think too much. If it was sensed, I would have been struck to death by a thunderbolt." The count smiled and shook his head, "I just used the power of the lower level of legend. This level of power will not alarm the barrier."

"But I see that your injuries have not recovered." said the maid.

"Yes, it's impossible to recover." The Earl smiled slightly, "After all, this body has been dead for a long time, and the dead can't recover from injuries."

After a while of silence, the maid sighed and said, "I always have a bad feeling."

"Me too." The Earl said, "It doesn't matter, as long as we can get things done, it doesn't matter what happens."

The two of them said nothing more and fell into complete silence.