Master’s Smile

"Oh, Dennis? You were a modern pope."

"Yes, sir"

Angels coming down from the sky smile softly.

The grin is also so beautiful that angelic women also appear unconscious.

A wheel or white wing floating overhead tells us that he is different from a human being.

Its wings are also, I guess, stronger in holy power than in holy implements, because they are more gigantic than what was growing from Dennis's back, which was equipped with 'Whistler'.

"Your prayers have reached heaven. That innocent faith is a big deal. Praise and send."

A magnificent angel.

But even if some angelicals were against the Pope, no one had ever had the impression that he was disgraceful.

This angel was haunted by the majesty that only convinced him so.

"Oh, thank you.... Dear Angel, may I ask you one thing?

"Yeah?... well, let's forgive your faith. Say it."

To such an angel, Dennis asks roughly.

There is so much disrespect in saying something to him who is a subject of faith.

But he had something he really wanted to ask.

Regardless of what Dennis says and listens to, who has been offering pure prayer for years, whether angels or ordinary people.

"Yes.... why did you purify with light even your faithful servant, the Angelic?

What Dennis wanted to hear was limited to exactly one point.

That light poured down from heaven swallowed up not only the Masters but also the Angels.

... No, because the Master protected the Masters, there would be more angelics if I were to say it in harm's way.

How did you kill them so unharmed that they were supposed to be angel's lovely servants?

When I heard that, the angel told me to be nothing.

"... Oh, you mean that. What, it's easy. A setup."

"And the punishment...?

Dennis rounds his eyes.

Punishment...... did you even do something wrong?

"Even so. I was looking down from heaven, but what is this ugliness?"

The angel sees Dennis's reaction, which he doesn't seem to know anything about, wrinkles between his eyebrows in frustration.

What he was angry about was the low achievement of the Angels.

"Fortunately, the demons who were hostile to us destroyed themselves on their own. Now would be the greatest opportunity to increase my servants?

"Yes. That's why..."

What was holding back the expansion of angelic forces was Satanism, which was known as the Two Great Religions.

Though it was the scale that made Anglicanism bigger, the forces of Satanism were still tenacious and could hardly be crushed.

But at one point the force suddenly contracted to the point of horror.

I don't know why, but what shall I say without calling this an opportunity?

We have seen the journey to the reunification of the continent, which has been our goal ever since.

"That's right. That's why I let you play jihad. Satanism has disappeared, but instead an uncomfortable religion seems to have been born."

It is jihad for that matter.

A new religion that would have been held back by Satanism, Masterism, was born.

That would undoubtedly be an obstacle to Anglicanism.

That's why the angel told Dennis about the jihad.

Dennis snorts about it, too.

"Yes. We diligently follow the angel's announcement - -"

"You fought hard, huh? Don't make me laugh, Dennis."

An angel who sharply flirts with Dennis trying to tell a joke.

Seeing the flames of anger that dwell in his eyes, Dennis freezes his spine zoggly.

"Didn't you lose every time you fought? Continuous defeat... Aren't you ashamed, my lord? As my servant."

"Damn it...... but we also fought desperately for angels......!!

The angels let the followers do the jihad in order to destroy non-angelic religions.

And that should have been so much easier to carry out than the biggest enemy of Satanism crumbled.

Even so, isn't Anglicanism being pushed the other way by emerging religions that suddenly appeared a few months ago?

I wouldn't say the nasty of an angel who was looking down from heaven at that time.

"If it's accompanied by results, it doesn't make sense. That's why I did the trick. I need you to do more for me."

"Oh no..."

Angels trumpeting Dennis's excuses.

No matter how hard you try, it doesn't make sense if you keep losing to masterhood.

To make him aware of his incompetence, and to convey his own anger, he launched a powerful attack that included not only the Masters but also the Angels within his bounds.

To that cold angelic attitude, Dennis bites his teeth all the time.

Angels to love, angels to believe in. For the first time now, Dennis was distrustful of the existence he had worshipped ever since he was born.

"Besides, for your sake, I came all the way down here to the lower realm to do this, didn't I? I hear you're loaded."

"Oh, still... Ko, killing is...!!

Angels claiming to have come down for the Angels.

But it still doesn't disappear anymore, having dwelt in Dennis' heart.

It's important to him, because angels, of course, include the faithful.

Dennis, who has lived and prayed with the faithful.

He could not accept that no matter how many angels he killed them without.

"... what the hell, Dennis. Sir, if you've heard from me earlier... are you even dissatisfied with me?

"Ugh..."

Dennis stares and shrugs herself with a guillotine and sharp eye.

Sweat erupts more and the body starts to tremble naturally.

"Phew... you must have had a comfortable faith..."

Angels shake their heads beside each other, for Christ's sake...

"How long have you been so great, such as giving me an opinion?!?

"Oops......!?

Suddenly he was furious. He created a spear of light and threw it at Dennis.

He was exhausted in the battle with Anato, and had no help avoiding the angel's wrath all over his body, and a spear was stuck in his abdomen.

Dennis falls to the ground with a hole in his belly, letting his blood erupt.

Pope Dennis, who has devoted himself to Anglicanism and continues to offer prayers, was killed by an angel who is not a heathen but a subject of faith.

"So, Pope Dennis!?

"So, angel, what...!?

As Dennis thought of the faithful, so did the faithful about Dennis.

Therefore, I show my willingness to protest even though I shrug myself in fear......

"Don't talk to me like a believer!

"Yikes!!

An angry angel sheds light and wears the angels one after the other.

An angel is a paranormal being.

It must not be spoken to with ease, even by angels.

"Look, you guys. Do as you please to me, obey me, and worship me blindly. Instead, I will guide you to your fate in a trusteeship. That's angelism."

"Oh, no..."

In the words of the angels, the believers who are struck.

Only the Pope could interact directly with angels, and for the first time now they had a conversation with angels.

But I didn't know the angels we believed in were anything like this...

What was life like before? Have you worshipped beings that kill the faithful in vain?

The Angels, who have lost two places at once more than their hearts, sit down on the ground.

"True, you're still a scumbag, angel."

A serene voice that sounds in such a depressing situation.

When the angel turned his eyes, there was one Sister there.

"... what, heathen? Are you gonna give me an opinion, too?

"Uh-huh... an opinion..."

Anato's eyes open softly.

Cold, flames of hatred were shaking.

"- - - Die here, angel"