The game difficulty
is insane
From within this vast grand cathedral, Glen’s request was to find a single specific human.
To be honest, the moment she heard that request, Romina felt inwardly disgusted.
‘You want me to die, don’t you?’
Even hiding the fact that she was a demon race in the human capital—where people with high-level holy power were everywhere—was already exhausting.
Not only did she have to conceal the pair of horns and tail that symbolized a high-ranking demon, but she also needed an extremely high level of concentration to hide the considerable amount of demonic energy she absorbed from Glen every morning.
‘And now you want me to concentrate even more?’
In the middle of the grand cathedral, no less?
Of course, she did not use demonic energy when detecting a specific power.
‘It’s an innate ability.’
But if her concentration slipped even a little, demonic energy would leak out immediately, and any nearby high priest or holy knight would notice.
Calling it “searching” was generous—Glen’s request was dangerous enough to risk her life.
Yet despite that danger, Romina did not hesitate for even a single moment.
The instant she saw Glen appear before her, soaked in sweat, she realized he needed help.
And when Glen ran while carrying her, his breathing looked unstable, so she carried him instead and ran all the way to the cathedral.
Then, in a place where the threat of death was closer than anywhere else in the world, she closed her eyes without the slightest hesitation and focused her mind for Glen’s sake.
‘Because I want to help.’
To the benefactor who had reached out a warm hand to her, who was destined to die miserably after being captured by the Black Cult.
And because she wanted to help the kind boy who always listened seriously to her complaints while pretending not to hear them.
“……?”
At that moment, a sense of discomfort filled her mind.
Was it because of the necklace Glen had given her?
Her concentration, which should have been barely enough due to suppressing her demonic energy, now felt overwhelmingly abundant.
‘This is much easier.’
It felt as if the maximum limit of her concentration had doubled.
Feeling as though she had become a high-ranking archmage she could never normally even look up to, Romina expanded the range of her search.
From 1 km to 3 km.
From 3 km to 5 km.
As the search range widened, countless beings filled with holy power scattered throughout the cathedral intruded into her perception.
Normally, her focus would have wavered, her head would have felt dizzy, or demonic energy would have leaked out—but her mind felt completely unfatigued.
From 5 km to 7 km.
And the moment she reached 10 km—
“!”
A map unfolded inside her mind.
Amid the pure white holy power filling her entire 10 km radius, a faint, dark crimson aura slowly surfaced.
It had to be the Black Cult prophet Glen was looking for.
‘Location: 9 km northeast from where I’m standing.’
Having perfectly completed this life-threatening and delicate task, Romina slowly opened her eyes.
She lifted the corners of her lips toward Glen and pointed at the destination.
“I found her.”
At that moment, the two of them kicked off the ground simultaneously, without the slightest hesitation.
They could exchange the details while running.
“Distance?”
“About 9 km away.”
“Straight line?”
“Yes.”
“……Then it’s there.”
Glen nodded.
He seemed to know exactly what was located 9 km from their starting point.
“Tell me if the target moves.”
Fortunately, the target was stationary.
Even if she moved, once a target was locked on, Romina would not lose track of it unless it was an extraordinary being.
After running nonstop for several minutes, Romina suddenly asked,
“Will you be okay in a fight?”
Naturally, Romina could not fight at full power.
She could manage detection somehow, but in combat, it would be impossible for a magic-type like her to hide her demonic energy.
“Yeah. You don’t need to get involved.”
Anyway, by using the gray ring, Glen could secure eight-star combat power.
And Amelia Cluny, who was only seven-star, could never defeat him.
‘Even if Chel shows up, it’s fine.’
Chel, the prophet who could rapidly support each prophet by using shadows.
She had once troubled Glen by appearing in Hornello Village riding Beveluga’s shadow, but now that Glen had reached the eight-star realm, she could not defeat him.
So there was only one thing to consider.
How quickly he could eliminate Amelia Cluny.
‘Let’s finish this fast.’
While exchanging words with Romina, the destination soon came into view at the edge of their vision.
“There.”
The place 9 km away from where Romina had begun her search.
There stood an old structure spread wide horizontally.
The Confession Hall.
A massive building constructed solely for confessions, where believers confessed their sins before God and high priests to repent.
“She’s hiding in the Confession Hall? That’s so Amelia.”
The Confession Hall placed utmost importance on the anonymity of penitents, so it did not pay much attention to who came and went.
“In other words, it’s the perfect place for the Black Cult to use as a base. Isn’t the Minis Church way too careless?”
Romina touched her lips and glanced sideways at Glen.
Depending on how it was taken, it could be considered blasphemy against the church—but she already knew Glen had zero faith anyway.
“Well, that doesn’t mean it’s poorly guarded.”
Only a prophet of Amelia’s level could use a place like this as a base.
Though he could not explain everything, accepting anonymous penitents did not mean the Confession Hall itself was lax.
“Anyway, she’s definitely hiding in there, so let’s go in and crush her.”
“But is that okay?”
“With what?”
“There’ll be other penitents inside, right?”
She meant it could easily turn into a huge disturbance.
“That’s something we’ll have to accept.”
“True.”
About five minutes remained until Lily Cluny’s revival.
If Amelia was not dealt with in that time, Lily would revive on the opposite side and start fleeing.
And from that point on, an endless game of tag would begin.
That was why eliminating Amelia Cluny as quickly as possible was the top priority, even if a disturbance occurred.
Even if chaos broke out, once the Black Cult prophet Amelia was eliminated, no one would dare criticize Glen.
With about three minutes left until Prophet Lily Cluny’s revival, Glen and Romina arrived in front of the Confession Hall.
There was no time to delay any longer, so they immediately opened the main doors and entered.
Clunk—
As the doors were shoved open roughly, the gazes of the penitents inside turned toward them.
For anonymity, most of them had their faces covered with black veils, cloth, or hats.
“Brother, inside the Confession Hall, please maintain—”
Glen did not care.
“Where is she?”
Even as a priest approached to warn him, Glen asked without taking his eyes off the penitents.
“She’s not here.”
“Then she’s in one of the confession rooms.”
