The Villain's Story

I checked the state of my body, and I found something shocking. The holy barrier I had erected around myself was at full strength.

If he had used any magic, it would defend against it and thus be reduced in power. But it was not.

I refuse to believe he did nothing... I refuse to believe it. I looked around and saw the people, who were still alive, staring at my body in fear.

”No...donʼt be afraid... I am the pope. I am your protector.”

But my words did not get to them. They ran away from the grand hall, and I was left with him.

I stared at him in disbelief.

The surrounding air shifted, and a crack appeared in space. I stared at the crack, thinking.

ʼWhat is that for?ʼ

I wondered, as I considered rushing upwards o strike him yet again. To try to defeat this menace that had reduced me, that had reduced the church to such a state. That had reduced the position and reputation of the pope.

I started to walk as his hand went inside the crack. I thought he would take out a weapon to fight me and I, rejoiced and went upwards to fight him.

But I stopped all of a sudden when I saw my own spear, Gaebolg being thrown towards me. I hurriedly caught it. Confused, I looked at him.

”Come on, fight.”

With my powers, I had confirmed that the spear in my hands truly was the Gaebolg. This was not a trick.

”This will be your undoing!”

I yelled as I approached him in a mere second, My body disappeared, and I appeared in front of the bastard. I turned my hip, took a stable footing and thrust towards his neck.

But, regardless of how fast I was, his body moved like a fluid, calmly and slowly away from my spear.

”Why are you so slow, Cardinal Stefan?”

ʼCardinal...?ʼ

That word induced such anger within me, I could not fathom it. Does he not know...what I am now?!

”Itʼs pope!”

I sliced towards his neck once again, but he jumped on top of my blade, sitting on top of it like it was a chair...

”Is it?”

”You bastard!”

A thousand times, I thrust. But none of them hit. I did it all within the span of a few seconds, but I slowly watched him get closer and closer, treating my attacks as nothing but mere breezes on a stroll in the park.

Nice things, not deadly attacks that were meant to kill him. In but a moment, he was in front of me, looking down at me...the pope.

He was at a distance where my spear was useless.

”Do you know of a person called ʼSpear Godʼ?”

He asked. But I could not answer. I did not even want to. If I knew it.

”God...?”

But that word threw me off. How could one person who just wields a spear so well be labelled as a god? That was utter blasphemy!

”Itʼs cringe, isnʼt it?”

He stated a word I didnʼt understand. He moved closer, close to my ear. And whispered.

”Do you know, you are technically looking at him?”

”What?”

The words he spoke were literal bullshit in my eyes. All this time he hadnʼt exhibited any qualities belonging to a good spearman.

Hell, it was all as if he had never held a weapon in his life! Just relying on his physique to do whatever heinous acts he wished.

He touched my chest, And I instinctively reacted and jumped back.

”Ha!”

I laughed, happy that I had prevented whatever he wanted to do with me. I jumped back towards him to strike once again. But I found out that I could not move. There was a distinctive, cold, chilly feeling on my chest.

His outstretched finger retreated, and my chest felt cold.

I looked down on and found ice forming around it. This bastard managed to hit me! I must kill him now.

Having no choice left, I equipped Stella in order to defeat him.

But a chill went down my body, not originating from the piece of ice on my chest.

It originated from his sudden, wicked smile, as the roof of the grand hall burst apart, showering us with a power of divinity unlike any other.