CHAPTER 133

The Radiance Faith.
The organization was divided into five branches.
The Heavenly Radiance Branch.
* The Holy Radiance Branch.
The Bright Radiance Branch.
The Shining Radiance Branch.
The Silver Radiance Branch.
These branches served as the face of the Radiance Faith, each spreading their own doctrines centered around the teachings of the Archbishop.
Recently, the Radiance Faith had not been in good shape.
The entire organization had been shaken by a series of investigations from the Regular Army.
The Bright Radiance Branch, in particular, had been hit so hard it was beyond recovery.
The relentless Regular Army had torn the branch apart, leaving it in ruins.
As a result, many followers insisted that the Regular Army must be destroyed, but that was an impossible task.
The Regular Army was a globally recognized military force.
The Radiance Faith would be at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation, unless the Army were to collapse on its own.
Therefore, the Radiance Faith decided to use other means.
They carefully selected only the most devoted followers and gave them a mission.
To create a radiant world free of Transferees.
Following their mission, they all scattered to various locations.
The bishop in charge of one such branch, the Silver Radiance Branch, was a man named Lormangel.

The massive half-elf received an urgent report from a follower.
“Someone brought the No-Named murderer here?”
The No-Named murderer.
A killer who had once thrown the 2nd World into chaos.
Her true identity was a member of Black Dawn, a woman with the Ability of shapeshifting.
A bishop from the Bright Radiance Branch had been sent to pursue her on the Archbishop’s orders, but the bishop never returned.
Instead, they heard that the Bright Radiance Branch had tried to steal the No-Named murderer's corpse after it was recovered by the Regular Army, only to get their own tail stepped on in the process.
The Bright Radiance Branch lost its bishop and had its headquarters annihilated, suffering irreparable damage.
And now, someone had supposedly brought that very same No-Named murderer here.
‘Wasn’t the No-Named murderer dead?’
He had heard that the Bright Radiance Branch had failed in their attempt to steal her corpse to turn her into an Apostle.
Something about this situation felt strange.
Lormangel slowly stroked his chin.
Then, a recently famous figure came to mind.
‘The Saint.’
A Transferee with the Ability to resurrect people.
He was a figure the Holy Church was also promoting.
The moment he thought of him, Lormangel’s face contorted into a scowl.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t comprehend how a Transferee could be so revered.
What in the world were those bastards in the Holy Church thinking?
It made him wonder if they were even born in the same world.
They probably just recruited him for his ability, nothing more.
“Worse than filth.”
Like all Transferees, they were unrecyclable trash.
In any case, the Saint had also worked within the Regular Army.
It seemed obvious that he was the one who had revived the No-Named murderer.
“Lord Lormangel, what should we do?” a follower asked.
Lormangel put an end to his thoughts.
“Bring him in for now.”
He could hear the details in person.
He would see for himself what kind of man this was.
How long had he waited with that thought?
A man appeared before Lormangel.
Beside him stood a brown-haired woman, bound by ropes.
Her vacant expression suggested her mind had partially collapsed.
“Greetings. The name’s Bulldog.”
As Bulldog introduced himself, Lormangel peered into his eyes.
As a bishop of the Radiance Faith, he had seen countless followers.
His specialty was reading the anger dwelling in a person’s eyes.
The followers of the Radiance Faith were all filled with rage towards Transferees.
That was not something that could be faked.
It was an irreversible emotion welling up from the depths of one’s gut.
And within Bulldog’s eyes…
…a deep-seated anger towards the No-Named murderer was evident.
It was not a lie.
“You said your name is Bulldog? I heard the No-Named murderer was dead, yet she is miraculously alive.”
“That’s right. I learned of it through an acquaintance of mine.”
Learned through an acquaintance.
Hearing this, Lormangel’s eyebrow twitched.
“An acquaintance, you say?”
“He is a benefactor to me. The benefactor who saved my wife. But he is also the benefactor who saved my nemesis.”
Nemesis.
It was immediately clear who that nemesis was.
The No-Named murderer standing right beside him.
“I asked my acquaintance to kill my enemy. But he said that since she had already died once, the grudge should have ended.”
Realizing who his acquaintance was, Lormangel was inwardly shocked.

The Saint.
His acquaintance had to be the Saint.
“For me, that was simply unacceptable.”
Bulldog yanked hard on the rope, causing the No-Named murderer to stumble.
Her emaciated body, clearly not having eaten properly for some time, was noticeable.
“This woman deserves to be cast into hell. My wife still suffers from the memories of that day, and I could not bear to see this woman living freely.”
“So you infiltrated the Regular Army and brought her here?”
“You people can ensure this woman never revives again, can’t you? So she can be cast into hell to suffer for eternity.”
Lormangel slowly tapped his chin with his finger.
It was true. If she were revived as an Apostle, Resurrection magic would be ineffective.
No matter how powerful an Ability was, it couldn't interfere with a power bestowed directly by a Transcendent.
He understood Bulldog’s story.
There were no lies in what he was saying.
Bulldog genuinely wished for the No-Named murderer to be cast into hell.
His feelings were justified, even noble.
But separate from that, the relationship between Bulldog and the Saint seemed deep.
“Bishop Lormangel.”
Just then, a follower approached his side.
He quietly handed over a file related to Bulldog.
Bulldog knew about the Radiance Faith’s Apostles.
Based on that, it was safe to assume he had a past connection to the cult.
And just as expected, Bulldog was a former member of the Radiance Faith’s Bright Radiance Branch.
He had joined in order to save his wife.
And now, he had returned to the Radiance Faith.
Leading the No-Named murderer, no less.
“This matter seems to require discussion with the Archbishop. Could you wait for a moment?”
“I will.”
Lormangel immediately stood up and left the room.
He entered another room, where a giant orb rested.
Standing before it, Lormangel made a holy sign and spoke.
“Archbishop.”
[Bishop Lormangel, what is the reason for your call?]
An exceedingly kind voice flowed from beyond the orb.
The owner of the voice was the Archbishop of the Radiance Faith, Bloody Crown.
With a deeply reverent attitude, Lormangel continued.
“A man named Bulldog has appeared.”
He also relayed the man’s connection to the Saint.
After some time, a reply came from Bloody Crown.
[What that follower says is true. I have met the Saint before.]
“I-Is that true?”
[Yes. He was by that follower’s side back then as well.]
Lormangel trembled.
As expected, the Archbishop had a plan for everything.
Bloody Crown, on the other hand, remained silent.
He seemed lost in thought, saying nothing for a while.
Though he had only recently become the Archbishop, Bloody Crown’s thoughts were deep and inscrutable.
That was why Lormangel, rather than relying on his own shallow knowledge, sought Bloody Crown’s guidance.
“Archbishop, what should we do with this man?”
Resurrection magic was a nuisance for the Radiance Faith.
As long as someone else possessed their main advantage—resurrection—the cult’s power would weaken.
Moreover, they were in the middle of preparing for a very important matter.
Lormangel could not act rashly.
[For the sake of our goal, capturing this… unrecognized Saint could be one way forward.]
“Yes, I think so too! If we can use the follower Bulldog to lure him out, we will surely achieve a great victory!”
[Yes, that’s right. Bishop Lormangel, guide the follower Bulldog to me.]
“I will see this mission through to the end.”
Lormangel’s eyes burned with the intensity of a fanatic.
He was a noble messenger, carrying out a revelation sent from the heavens.
[All for the sake of the Radiance.]
“All for the sake of the Radiance.”
Lormangel finished his prayer and departed.
The grand plan currently underway at the Holy Land.
To achieve it, they would capture the Saint.
Fire ignited in his eyes.
The man named Bulldog.
He was firmly resolved to use this man to the fullest.
Unaware of what that truly meant, Lormangel treated Bulldog with the utmost courtesy, praising his actions.
He also relayed that the Archbishop thought highly of him and would personally end the No-Named murderer’s life before his very eyes.
Bulldog agreed.

He immediately set off with the followers to meet the Archbishop.
“Put this on.”

On the way, Bulldog’s eyes and ears were completely covered.
He had to wear clothes prepared by the Radiance Faith and undergo a full body search.
Bulldog remained silent.
He showed no reaction to the search, which could easily have been perceived as rude.
But throughout the preparations, the flicker of anger in his eyes remained constant.
A firm will to see his revenge through.
In that regard, Lormangel trusted Bulldog completely.
His killing intent toward the No-Named murderer was a noble sentiment worthy of high praise.
Finally, having finished his preparations to meet Bloody Crown, Bulldog boarded a carriage.
The carriage drove in circles several times to disrupt his sense of direction.
After what felt like a long time…
Clunk—
The carriage finally came to a stop in a place Bulldog could not possibly identify.
“You may exit.”
Assisted by the followers, Bulldog stepped out of the carriage.
After another long walk, the blindfold was finally removed.
Having worn it for so long, Bulldog’s eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed.
Soon, he felt a red light flickering before him.
The first thing he saw when he slowly raised his head was a red crown.
A strange, crimson crown woven from light.
And beneath that crown…
…stood a man with a brilliant smile.
A man with features so beautiful he could have come from a painting, but with unsettling red eyes.
The Archbishop.
Bloody Crown.
“Welcome, Bulldog.”

Bloody Crown looked down at Bulldog from the altar and smiled faintly.
“You’re the bait the Saint sent, aren’t you?”
The words that came back were as chilling as his smile.