I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

The man was dressed in red, with a red hat, and a magic mirror hung on the bridge of his nose. When he saw the man in the gray robe entering the cabin, he slowly raised his head, "Would you like a drink? Black King."

"If it wasn't mixed with human blood, I might be interested."

"... At the last supper, didn't you also put the Lord's blood in the wine cup and gave it to your disciples? Black King."

"I'm not that person, Accardo, I've said it many times."

"maybe."

The man named Akado licked the corner of his mouth and showed a bloody smile, "After all, God will not come to me so easily, and the God who appears too easily will definitely not bring me what I want. answer needed."

"Fighting, more fighting is needed, until the whole world is stained with the color of war, God will surely come to the world because of our devout belief."

"Why do you think God will appear because of the passing of life, Akado."

"No, lord, my goal is war. When everything on the ground is conquered, and the great holy city is also stained with the color of war, the one who is the Lord of Armies will surely come."

Ah... this guy—

Sure enough, it is the arrogance that has been implemented to the bone.

Arrogance to life, arrogance to time, arrogance to religion, arrogance to God.

Under his arrogance, these arrogances were concealed under brutality, but in essence, this was a collection of arrogance that gathered countless creatures.

"Unfortunately, Envy, who is jealous of humans, left early."

Looking forward to everything about human beings has turned into jealousy. Whether it is human knowledge or human posture, it has a strong sense of jealousy. Reason, and the dead gathered in its body are also jealous of the living, just like the arrogant Dracula, the alchemy monster who is jealous of human beings, the villain in the bottle is also an arrogant assembly, the subordinates that the Black King really needs.

"We need to find new members."

"Don't worry, Black King, scum like us can be seen everywhere no matter which world you are in."

The arrogant monster parted his lips and laughed wildly, "We are all monsters, aliens, and vicious dogs... Guys like us should prostrate ourselves devoutly, kneel on the ground and beg God forgive."

Speaking of these humble words, he poured the wine that symbolized the Lord's blood on the man's skull, and he sang in a trembling voice, "Lord, I yearn for you..."

"I am looking forward to bathing in your glory all the time, stepping into your holy city, looking up at the twelve gates like pearls, looking up at the city paved with white jade, I will kiss the footprints you walked, all the way to the in front of you."

The Black King gave up the idea of ​​communicating with this madman. He regarded himself as the main spokesperson, but he knew very well that he was just a drifter who hated human beings.

What was in the past has no meaning anymore, since the moment it was abandoned by God, disciples, and people.

Its faith is no longer there, and it is not the son of that man. Instead, it is only a preacher who has endlessly despaired of human civilization.

That being the case—

Then, there is no need to continue to pity those human beings.

"How many creatures are there in the dead river?"

"Two hundred million."

"Your digestion ability is still so outstanding."

"It took me a lot of effort to eat it. If I have to describe it, it's like pouring all the water in a pool into the belly of a frog—"

"Do you want to pee?"

"No, it seems that I don't have such a healthy metabolic function. God, I'm sick and sick. When will I be able to look at your glory?"

The Black King turned around, found a quiet corner and sat down. Akado seemed to have no intention of continuing. He sneered, then held up the wine glass soaked in human blood, and slowly drenched it on the ground. On his face, the mellow red wine and a little fishy smell slowly slid down the bridge of his nose to his mouth, and he murmured softly:

"Integra, I seem to be greedy for this fragrance again."

"However, even the blood of tens of thousands of people seems to be no match for the thirst quenched by your own blood."

Thinking back to the woman who was once his master, Akado suddenly smiled, "When can I go back? Earl—"

……

The rain was pattering outside the window.

It was about afternoon tea time, Ingwell stared at the unfamiliar building outside the coffee shop, raised his head in a daze, and looked at the man sitting opposite him.

"Is it already 2004?"

"Exactly."

"The last time, it seems, was 1946."

"Then you have been sleeping for nearly 50 years, Miss Leviathan."

"My name is Inglevir."

She emphasized it hard, and said in a firm tone, "An ordinary English girl, I have nothing to do with Leviathan."

"You speak like a girl from a village called Domrémy in the French countryside."

"... Is that girl in a similar situation to me?"

"Well, claiming not to have received any advanced education, thinking that he is just an ordinary believer who can see God, and then abruptly led France to win the war that lasted for a hundred years—"

The English girl's eyes were fixed, and her pupils opened a little for a while, and her holy blue pupils looked unexpectedly serious.

"I can never compare with the saint who received the grace of the Lord."

"One is just a nun who claims to have met the Lord, and the other is a descendant of Leviathan who was favored by God and bestowed the No. 14 god-killing tool in the world."