Evil Gods Don’t Save People

After turning Mr. A into a puppet; Mr. Fool grafted some concepts and stopped the descent of the True Creator, not afraid to attract His attention.

What would have been difficult for other Beyonders was realized effortlessly by the Fool. Even the concealment of the ruins didn't stop His power.

At the same time, in a quiet room inside Saint Samuel Cathedral, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the person in charge of the Backlund diocese, Saint Anthony Stevenson had received an urgent telegram from above.

His expression immediately became serious.

'An oracle…' Saint Anthony lightly patted the paper and immediately stood up.

The light around him suddenly vanished, as if swallowed up by the gloom of the room.

All the worshippers in the cathedral instantly felt the coming of night.

Everything quickly returned to normal as Saint Anthony appeared in front of the Chanis Gate beneath the cathedral.

Today, the one leading the team was the Spirit Guide, Daly Simone.

Without waiting for her to ask, Archbishop Saint Anthony instructed in a deep voice, "Make preparations. The process shall begin. I'm awakening a Sealed Artifact."

He wanted to use 0-17.

This was the only Grade 0 Sealed Artifact stored outside the Holy Cathedral. Only two of the Church's upper echelons knew that it was in the Backlund diocese.

"Yes, Your Grace." Daly was startled for a second, then she immediately responded.

***

Lady Despair sat on a rental carriage as she leisurely heard the pattering of the rain on the glass windows.

According to her calculations, the haze from before had caused more than 30,000 deaths. Furthermore, there would be the subsequent spread of the plague.

'With this, I've pretty much digested most of my potion, but this is just a benefit I received as a matter of convenience… With large numbers of the population being wiped out, all this points to the Aurora Order and to the True Creator; no one could guess what the royal family really plans on doing… It's time I leave, along with the True Creator…' Lady Despair thought while in a good mood.

Her whereabouts were kept secretive, and she had taken care of everything beforehand; therefore, she didn't have to worry about being surrounded by Backlund's demigods at all.

By the time they found traces of her, she would already be far away from the city!

Just as Lady Despair was about to leave the carriage, her thoughts began to slow down.

'An… a… tta…'

However, as soon as she realized it, it was already too late. Her eyes immediately lost all light.

Then, her body continued to sit there, unmoving, until another figure appeared inside the carriage.

The figure sat across her. It was a young woman in a hooded classical robe, with black eyes and hair, and a beautiful but dull face.

As if she had expected it, 'Lady Despair' raised her face and greeted 0-17.

"It has been a while, Amanises."

The container stared at the puppet for a while before answering.

"…Indeed."

Seeing that the carriage in which the two were seated had been hidden by concealment, Mr. Fool then brought up the main point for suddenly initiating contact in such a way.

"Why don't we form an alliance?"

He knew that Lilith and Amanises were already collaborating. If He could bring them over to His side…

As if trying to confirm His aim, the Evernight Goddess queried, "An alliance against what?"

Determined to carry out His plan until the end, the Fool stared into the eyes of the Evernight Goddess and announced His goal.

"An alliance to overthrow the Ancient Sun God."

An alliance against the one who prioritized His own goals without caring about the sacrifices. Against the one who had lost sight of His humanity and forgotten what was once important to Him.

***

Emlyn's vision suddenly blurred and he saw an endless gray fog.

Then, to his amazement, he found himself in a mysterious and majestic palace, sitting at a long, mottled bronze table.

At the very end of the long table, there was a figure shrouded in a thick gray fog, looking down at him from above.

For a moment, Emlyn White was stiff and his mind was blank, like a marble statue sitting there.

Then, he heard the figure leisurely sitting in the thick gray fog indifferently ask, "Why did you pray to me?"

Emlyn's mind buzzed and he blurted out, "It's a revelation from my Ancestor. She told us through a dream that the apocalypse is approaching and that we need to make preparations. And I am key in this matter. My mission was to pray to The Fool!"

The Fool in question stared at the vampire Lilith had very clearly sacrificed with emotionless eyes.

"What did your Ancestor ask you to pray to me for?"

The voice pulled Emlyn out of his stupor, and he shook his head in a slightly dazed manner.

"I don't know…"

Indeed. Sacrificed, clearly.

"In a situation with the seven orthodox gods and so many secret existences, why would your Ancestor think that I would be the key to the apocalypse?"

If He didn't know Lilith was on Amanises's side, He would've been suspicious. Though, He guessed the Ancestor of the Sanguine must have been trying to confirm His state and planned to stay away if He killed Emlyn.

Emlyn couldn't help but sit up straighter before saying in deliberation, "Honorable Mr. Fool, the revelation provided by the Ancestor is this. I, Emlyn White, will become the key in saving the Sanguine and clinching victory against the apocalypse. And all of this will begin from my praying to you."

The meaning behind his words was: the key to the apocalypse isn't you, but me!

The Fool really wanted to refuse this fellow's entry into the Tarot Club. He wished Lilith could choose her sacrifices better.

Though, it wasn't really a sacrifice since He wouldn't kill him. Right, He wouldn't kill him.

Impassive, He said, "The same question, why me and not the seven orthodox gods or the other hidden entities?"

"… I don't know." Emlyn shook his head honestly.

The Fool sighed and presented a deck of cards, "Pick one as your codename."

Emlyn randomly picked one. It was the Moon card.

The Fool looked at it and said, "I hold a gathering every Monday at 3 p.m., Backlund time. You cannot reveal anything related to me to anyone unless you gain my permission. This includes the Sanguine who were previously present at the ritual."

"But…" Emlyn was somewhat unable to accept the request.

The Fool glanced at him, "It's likely that Lilith didn't get you to report to anyone afterward?"

Hearing his Ancestor's name spoken so casually, Emlyn's heart trembled. He lowered his head and replied, "No."

"This is a secret deal, which is why I responded after you were free from surveillance. Similarly, you don't need to report this to Lilith as it will let certain people notice it."

Seeing Emlyn nod in understanding, He cut the connection with the crimson star.

Caught off guard, Emlyn belatedly realized he hadn't had time to ask for the Fool's help to remove his psychological cue.