"Ah..."
The scene unfolding before her eyes.
Inside Eva's heart, as she lay collapsed on the ground, holding her breath and watching it all.
A deep sense of awe welled up.
She had sustained wounds that would have killed an ordinary human.
Yet, just as her other physical abilities had been enhanced, her regenerative powers had already surpassed those of a normal person.
And with the overflowing holy power, she had even cast recovery magic. By now, Eva's body was fully healed.
But in stark contrast to her...
The enemies who had been boasting moments ago about bringing her down.
Were now being utterly crushed, crawling on the ground like wretched insects.
"Ugh... ughhh... Aaaargh!!!"
-Splat!!!!
Every time those red eyes shifted their gaze, they burst one by one with screams.
Their forms reduced to unrecognizable chunks of flesh and blood—it was enough to make her grimace for a moment.
Yet even so, Eva felt not a shred of pity for their gruesome deaths.
These filthy scum had just used Edom to lure her into a trap, then coldly slit her throat right after.
And from the conversation she'd overheard afterward, Eva could infer that they were also behind this undead assault.
The casualties caused by the undead they unleashed.
The lives of herself and her comrades, who had nearly been lost in the process.
And even the vile scheme that manipulated a comrade into betraying them.
No matter how much a holy knight valued mercy as a virtue, she believed those who deserved death must die.
And so, the wicked ones paid the price for their sins, one by one being sent to the afterlife.
Eva's gaze then turned to the being executing this righteous justice.
The savior who had rescued her not once, but twice.
The Great Seraph.
When she first laid eyes on him, his utterly horrific appearance had instinctively triggered repulsion and doubt.
But at this moment, Eva's thoughts about him had changed dramatically.
The Great Seraph who had descended personally to save her in her hour of crisis.
He appeared like a knight on a white horse from a tale, then shielded her from every incoming spell with his own body.
No matter how mighty and composed a being might be, who would step forward themselves to protect a mere slave turned master?
And the one who guarded her like that then displayed overwhelming dignity, forcing the enemy-summoned "heavenly messenger"—
A so-called archangel with the conventional angelic form, unlike the Great Seraph—to kneel in an instant.
In this brief time, the Great Seraph's display left a profound impression on Eva's heart.
And it allowed her to see what his appearance had previously hidden from her.
A merciful heart, overwhelming power, and the dignity to enforce justice.
Wasn't that exactly the ideal being she, as a holy knight, had always envisioned and longed to serve?
The one to whom she prayed on her knees every day.
The savior of this corrupt world.
Having finally realized his true nature, Eva gained a clear conviction in that moment.
'Yes... that... no, He is the god I've longed for! The very incarnation of divinity!'
The immensely important truth that had been obscured by his terrifying appearance all this time.
Feeling relief at finally realizing it, even if belatedly.
And joy at becoming a servant of such a great "god."
Eva silently offered a prayer from her heart as she watched the Great Seraph deliver holy judgment upon the sinners.
Infused with pure, heartfelt faith toward her god.
*
"Gaaargh! Go... God!!!)
-Splat!!!
The human named Vera or whatever exploded entirely before my eyes, dying on the spot.
My countless eyes covering my body furrowed slightly at the sight.
Just like the ones before, reduced to an unrecognizable mess in a gruesome death.
Unfortunately, this wasn't my doing.
Though low-ranking, he was a fallen priest who commanded angels.
They looked shady as hell, so I'd planned to spare their apparent leader until the end, interrogating him slowly and thoroughly.
To extract info on their Baal Church affiliation, or anything they might know about heaven's fall.
But just as the torture started yielding results and his mouth was about to open, he self-destructed into minced meat.
'Is this... some kind of suicide mechanism?'
Probably someone implanted a spell in him to silence him.
Maybe the dead Edom guy had the same and got backstabbed, but there's no way to know details now.
Feeling a twinge of regret,
I began sifting through the intel gathered from the prior purge.
Then.
[I-Is... it over?]
Larger than a human but tiny compared to me, a 2-meter figure cautiously flapped its wings before me.
The archangel who introduced herself as Arcroyal.
I answered her question in a calm voice.
[Yes, this side's done.]
[Ah... Th-thank you for your hard work, Seraph... n-no, Great Seraph!]
The archangel Arcroyal spoke in a voice thick with tension.
Sighing inwardly at the sight,
'Archangel, huh... All I can think is she doesn't live up to the name...'
This wasn't just because her powers were far weaker than mine.
The biggest reason came from interrogating those Sodam bastards.
First, surprisingly, Arcroyal knew almost no useful info.
Second, tied to that, her past.
Long ago, she left heaven—what they call the lofty heavens—and descended to the surface.
So ancient she barely remembers the details, but upon descending, she aided humans from the Baal Church, the largest religion here.
The problem? Her "aid" was acting as the church's weapon.
Contracted with the church, she slept in a gem usually. When summoned, she'd wake, emerge, and sweep away their enemies.
Enemies varied: monsters, demons, elves, humans.
She didn't know why they fought them.
No external info in the gem, and she had little interest in worldly affairs anyway.
But humans praised her lavishly after each feat,
And Arcroyal simply enjoyed it, helping without special reward across countless battlefields.
Sounds grand,
But summed up in one phrase:
'This is a total scam contract with unpaid overtime...'
Unaware, she'd been used as a tool by sweet-talking humans with no real compensation.
Yet she smiled happily about it,
Believing they were good people just because they praised her.
Angels or not, she was clueless about the world—
Pitying and frustrated, I resolved to educate her on survival soon.
She felt more familiar than others, being an angel too.
Now one more to look after,
I glanced at subordinate #1, whom I'd prioritized before her.
Eva stared at me with sparkling eyes unlike before.
'At least she doesn't seem scared of me anymore... Makes sense after seeing me so many times.'
With that thought, after a quick cleanup, I departed the surface for the skies once more.
Needed to organize the gathered info,
And above all, teach this little archangel the world's harsh lessons ASAP.
*
The Holy Cult of Baal.
This order worshiping the almighty and great Baal God had roots across the continent.
Even now, countless races and nations followed it, influencing continental politics large and small.
However.
At this very moment.
Harrowing screams echoed from the heart of this glorious Baal Church.
"Aaaargh! My eyes! The eyes! Those eyes againnnn!!!"
A man convulsing madly, thrashing like a lunatic.
A group of priests in white robes surrounded him, trying to restrain him, but his spasms and screams showed no sign of stopping.
One man watched this through a glass window.
The Pope of the Baal Church,
Ahab XIII.
In a voice devoid of any warmth, he asked the priest beside him.
"What is this?"
"Po-Pope Holiness, th-that is..."
The priest explained in a rigidly tense voice.
Upon hearing it, the Pope gripped the holy book in his hand tightly.
And...
-Splat!
The holy book smashed the priest's head clean off.
The priest died instantly without even a scream.
"You blasphemous wretch... How dare you utter such filth in this sacred place."
The atmosphere froze icy in an instant.
Ignoring the priests staring at him in terror, the Pope focused on the writhing man...
Solt, bearer of the God's Eye.
Minutes ago, Solt had suddenly convulsed in agony.
His last mission: remotely observing Vera and his Sodam organization on a secret op in distant Kanan Kingdom.
Using his holy magic, he could see through the eyes of contracted targets—God's Eye.
Downside: shares senses with target, can't disassemble casually.
But the huge advantage of real-time remote viewing had served the church well.
Thus, at least one member per external op contracted with Solt—including this Sodam group.
But now.
Solt, sharing senses with one Sodam priest, was in extreme convulsions.
"N-No! Stop... please... pleeeease stoooop!!!"
His body twisted insanely as he screamed.
Drool poured from his mouth like a beast,
His eyes bloodshot to bursting.
What had happened?
What did he see to drive him to such madness?
Feeling unease laced with danger,
The Pope spoke coolly to someone behind him.
"A mission. Depart for Kanan Kingdom immediately. Investigate that wench Eva thoroughly."
"Amen."
Worried if the prophecy held some truth.
Feeling deep disgust, the Pope ignored the screams in his ears and left.
"He's watching! That thing!! Those things are watching me!! The red eyes are watching me!!! In the window!!! The wiiiindow!!!"