But his work in that conference room was finished, so he had left.

Just his work of making reports was done though, he still had his job as the first seat of the Black Scripture, which is the captain, to complete. It included reviving dead members, choosing temporary staff to fill the gap, training and experiments. As the Six Scriptures were a secret organization, he also had to live another life as a spy in the Theocracy.

And for his private life, he still needed to attend matchmaking sessions— under the premise of a polygamous marriage. There were only three awakened ‘God-kin’ in Slane Theocracy, so the higher ups had subtly requested him to ramp up his reproduction rate.

Such menial things kept piling up, depriving him of all his free time.

“I was hoping that they would give me some time to relax today.”

After being liberated from the highest level conference in Slane Theocracy — the Archbishop conference, he stretched his shoulders lightly — and his eyes were drawn away by a clicking sound.

He knew who was making that sound before looking at that person. Only a very small number of people in the Slane Theocracy were allowed to enter this place so it was easy to identify that person at once from those who were absent during the conference.

As he had expected, a young girl was leaning against the wall.

She had a head of unique hair, with different colors on either side. One side was silvery white that lit up your eyes, while the other was so black that it seemed to devour everything. Her eyes were also different colors.

Beside the girl was a War Scythe that looked like a pole arm.

She appeared to be less than fifteen years old, but her actual age was way beyond that. Ever since he became the captain of the Black Scripture— the first seat, her looks had not changed.

He moved his gaze towards her ears hidden by her hair— but he restrained himself.

The girl didn’t like others to look at her ears.

The shiny lips of the girl became a crescent as if she was reading his mind.

She was an interracial child born from almost impossible odds, the strongest special seat within the Black Scripture, ‘Certain Death’. Her job was to protect the sanctuary where the five holy equipment were laid.

The sound came from a toy in the girl’s hands called Rubik's Cube, made popular by the Six Holy Gods. While she was producing the clicking sounds, the girl said:.

“It’s quite easy to get one side, but it’s really hard to get two, right?”

It was simple for him, but he wasn’t sure if he should answer honestly, so he responded with a wry smile. The girl didn’t seem interested in the answer anyway and continued asking:

“What happened? Why did all the archbishops gather?”

“The report should have been delivered to you.”

“Didn’t read.”

She answered curtly.

“It’s faster to ask someone about it. Was the prophecy of ‘Thousand Miles Astrologer’ wrong? The mission to defeat the Catastrophic Dragon Lord… something happened to them right?”

Their eyes did not meet throughout the conversation as the girl kept looking at the toy in her hands.

“... They fought a mysterious undead and retreated after two deaths and one heavily wounded.”

“Who died?”

There was no emotion of sadness for the death of someone from the same side. Her attitude was similar to asking about something unrelated to her, and he wasn’t bothered by this. This attitude fit right in with the style of this girl.

“The bodyguard of Kaire-sama, Cedran, and Beaumarchais who attempted to capture the vampire who appeared to be still.”

“So it’s ‘Thousand Wall Shield’ and ‘Divine Chain’. The 'Earth Miko Princess' died from a mysterious explosion recently, and the Black Scripture lost two more good men… what a disaster. Who is the heavily injured?”

“It’s Kaire-sama. Some curse seemed to prevent healing magic from mending her wounds, so she retreated.”

“And the vampire?”

“Left alone. When we tried to approach or capture it, the vampire counter-attacked. So our people decided to leave it alone in that place.”

“Isn’t that just avoiding the problem?”

“... It was decided during the conference to maintain the status quo.”

That was the conclusion made earlier in the conference room.

Instead of suffering major losses from attacking, it was better to let it be before gathering their forces. Anyway, the other nations won’t be able to defeat that undead anyway. If someone like that turned up, that meant someone they had to be wary of appeared, and they had to tighten their national defence first— In the end, they came to a consensus to leave a bare minimum team and withdraw everyone.