Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

After biting his trouser leg and pulling him here, Fu Fu opened her mouth and rushed towards the church alone.

Thanks to this, Roland also stopped where he was, quietly admiring the scene before him.

Because it is located at the end of a forest path, the view suddenly becomes wide, and the classical church inlaid with stained glass tends to give people a sense of tranquility.

Moreover, it was already dusk, and without any trees blocking the view, the pattern of the cross above the church and the relief paintings on the walls, under the vague shadows, gave it a three-dimensional feel.

In the glow of the setting sun, the fiery red color spread out, blending into one with the shadows and the church, as if melting.

But in front of this beautiful and powerful picture, Roland's eyes were still firmly attracted by the figure below the church.

Obviously, judging from the size, the figure was totally out of proportion to the church, and he didn't even make any special movements, but he just stood there, and everything around him seemed to become a foil.

The brilliant sunset seemed to have lost the grace of the sun and turned into a dark color like the red moon.

The sacred symbols on the standing church are also shrouded in shadows, making it look more like an ancient castle.

That's right.

The red moon and the ancient castle, this should be the natural combination for that figure that exudes noble temperament.

“It’s just like a dark shadow.”

Although he sighed like this, when his eyes focused on that figure, he soon discovered that this phantom was not an illusion derived from a spiritual vein, but a girl who looked to be only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Her hair was as black as ink and fell to her ankles like a waterfall.

The pale skin in stark contrast.

The girl's figure is slender and petite, matching her age, and she looks immature, but her charming facial features are enough to overwhelm her already limited childishness.

The jet-black slim-fitting dress tightly wrapped around the girl's body. Although the style was somewhat similar to Gothic Lolita, it was thinner and did not extend to the neckline, wrists, and ankles.

Because of this, after passing by her not-so-big chest, it is easy to see the girl's delicate collarbone, the ruby ​​bow tie, and large areas of fair and delicate skin.

In that lazy posture leaning against the wall, with her white and jade-like feet swaying playfully in high heels, this action, which is in sharp contrast to her noble temperament, exudes an indescribable magical charm.

"Fufu!"

Especially when the little white animal bumped into the girl's arms, her face slightly raised and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth, this charm became even more irresistible.

In the breeze caused by Fu Fu's collision, the swaying hem of her skirt looked like an inky black lotus swaying in the wind.

As long as there is life, it will unconsciously develop a desire for covetousness and greed towards this dangerous yet beautiful existence.

Just like even with the triple constraints of genes, rationality, and instinct, humans will still plunge into certain forbidden temptations.

Even with Roland's perspective, he couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.

...I really want to hold her in my arms and rub my face against hers.

Although he usually puts Illya or Sakura on his lap to show intimacy, the warm and beautiful atmosphere is certainly nice, but if it comes to fun alone, it is really better to find it in a girl with a proud personality like this.

Although she was unwilling, she had to succumb to the reality and her body shape and could only stay on his knees obediently. The process from resistance to indifference, and from indifference to blushing face, made Roland enjoy it every time.

A certain fairy tale witch was once the biggest victim.

However, let's just be patient for now.

Desire, like wine, often needs to be heated to bring out more flavor.

Soon, Roland suppressed the surprise in his eyes and regained his composure.

"Although this question seems a bit redundant seeing as how this little fellow can easily expose his belly to you, it was he who took the initiative to bring me here after all. To be on the safe side, I'd better ask, are you Fu Fu's owner?"

"Fufu?"

The girl who was stroking the fur of the little animal in her arms raised her head and murmured in confusion. It was unclear whether she was wondering about the name or why someone suddenly spoke to her.

"Fu! Fufu!"

She looked at Roland, then at Fu Fu in her arms. After hearing the other party's explanation while waving his meat balls, she roughly understood what had happened.

"Yes, I am... No, I am the owner of this child. But, Fu Fu? What a lovely name."

"It's just a nickname we met for a while, please don't take it as an offense."

"It's okay. Sometimes I also find this guy's name hard to pronounce." The girl smiled and spoke again in a voice as soft and pleasant as a lark. "Looking at your attire, are you a clergyman here?"

"I am indeed a clergyman, but I do not belong to this church. I was just transferred here temporarily."

Roland's expression was very calm. "What about you, ma'am? Why are you still standing at the door of the church at this moment? Are you a believer who has encountered some difficulties?"

"I'm not a believer. I just passed by this church and went in to take a look on a whim."

As if she had heard a joke, the girl gave a sarcastic smile without any good intentions.

"Because they came out without waiting for a free pastor, doesn't that mean... if you're not a believer, it's inappropriate to do that?"

"There's nothing."

Roland shook his head.

"I... the Lord loves the world, regardless of gender, class, or even race. It doesn't matter whether you are a believer or not, as long as you have a good heart."

I don’t know if it was because of the influence of the previous mistake or he simply spoke too fast, but after making the same mistake, he gave a very official answer to the girl.

"If you don't mind, I can temporarily serve as a pastor... Oh, I'm so sorry that I forgot to ask for your name."

"A name, whatever..."

Hearing this question, the girl hesitated for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth as if she had thought of something.

"My name is Altruci Brunstad."

After saying her name, the girl just stared at him.

It was as if some kind of atmosphere was broken, and her lazy attitude disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by a noble and indifferent aura like a princess holding a scepter.

Artluqi admired Roland's expression with great interest, her eyes full of teasing.

It was like a malicious owner who deliberately frightened the cat and amused himself by seeing the cat jump up.

But the next moment, she frowned.

Because Roland's expression was still as calm as water, and there was no sign of emotion.

On the contrary, after hearing this name, the other party nodded as if confirming something.

"Altluci... the German word for Ancient Red?"

Although this was the only name that matched the image in his mind, he had never seen it in person. Considering the error in the world line, it was more reassuring for Roland to get the recognition in person.

"So it's the ninth one, the Black Princess."

Roland said clearly.

Although he is only ranked ninth among the twenty-seven ancestors, the list was revised by the church when it was drawn up, taking into account factors such as the order of discovery, the degree of threat to humans, and how to replace them. It was also mixed with the selfishness of many successors, so it could only be used as a reference.

In terms of status alone, among all the twenty-seven ancestors, Altluchi is a very transcendent existence.

The titles of the twenty-seven ancestors often come from their deeds and characteristics.

But despite having many unique titles such as the Ancient Red, the Black Blood Eclipse Princess, and the Ruler of Blood and Contract, the name she is recognized by has never wavered.

Black Princess.

As a hybrid of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle, she was created for the purpose of being the successor of Akatsuki, so she was naturally given the surname of the Moon King. If Akatsuki dies, Alterochi will be the Black Princess of the current Dead Apostle world.

Because of this, even without her trying to win them over, many ancestors of the Dead Apostles chose to submit to her.

In terms of power alone, only Lord Bai Yi among the twenty-seven ancestors can be compared with him.

Considering that the other party had worked hard for many years to become equal to him, it was not wrong to call Altruci the de facto pinnacle of the Dead Apostles.

The Holy Church has also always regarded it as one of the biggest threats and has been taking strict precautions against it.

That's why Artelucci was puzzled by Roland's nonchalant attitude.

The other party was able to call her by her title accurately, which showed that she was not just an expatriate member who had just joined the church.

Logically speaking, anyone related to the Holy Church, whether they were just passing by or had come with a plan, would not have had no reaction after she revealed the name.

Arteluqi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, but before she could say anything, Roland's words interrupted her thoughts.

"So, was that you who did it?"

——When Roland asked this question, the girl seemed to realize something and turned her head away.

The wall she was leaning against, located under the church door on the left, was already covered with dark red blood.

The blood spread, and an unpleasant smell like rotten potion emerged. After the withered broken arm, with skin sticking to the bones, slowly pushed open the door, the smell reached its peak.

If it were an ordinary person, it would not be surprising if the skin was burned by this corrosive gas.

Of course, before being burned, they would probably collapse to the ground and faint because of the scene inside.

As the crack in the door was widened little by little by the living severed hand, a scene like the Netherworld of Hell was revealed inside.

In the thick smell of the dead, there was smeared blood and scattered limbs everywhere.

Even the face of the holy statue in the center was stained with an indelible blood-red glow.

There were a few with heads still intact, but their faces were rotten and their eyeballs were bulging.

In their wide-open mouths, you can clearly see the blood-filled oral cavity and sharp canine teeth.

Ghoul.

The remnants of a dead apostle who died after having his blood sucked by him, but came back to life because of the remaining body fluids of the apostle during the blood-sucking process.

In order to replenish their own flesh, they will instinctively eat the corpses of other people. If they have potential or are lucky enough, they may be able to regain a certain amount of intelligence and become zombies.

But now, they are just a walking corpse.

Not to mention that he is not a human being, he is not even as strong as a zombie.

When the sun shone through the crack in the door, although the sunset had a longer wavelength and would cause much less damage than usual, many ghouls still roared for fresh flesh and blood while rapidly burning and turning into ashes.

"I remember the chance of a ghoul appearing was one hundred to one. Although it may not be that accurate, judging from the fact that there was more than one just now... no wonder I didn't meet anyone along the way."

"That's what I said. It's Sunday after all. A church that can be included in the clue shouldn't be in such a dilapidated state."

"Humph."

Perhaps noticing Roland's look, Artelucci snorted in displeasure.

"Whether you believe it or not, this has nothing to do with me."

The girl looked at the inhuman shape in the center of the church, which was twisted like a dead tree.

"I just heard some suspicious rumors, and I wanted to relax and see if I could run into those old friends I haven't seen for a long time. In the end, I didn't expect to meet a corrupt priest."

"I came here alone with a strong faith in my heart, but I was attacked by the Dead Apostles. I was rescued by the church in the end."

"But unfortunately, although he received a reward and a chance to touch the mysteries, this incident did not seem to increase his faith. Instead, it made him worship the power of the Dead Apostles?"

Holding Fu Fu in her arms, Altluchi's face was full of sarcasm.

"So, when his life was on the verge of end due to a terminal illness, this guy seemed to want to use the flesh and blood of the dead disciples that he had hidden and fed until now, and cooperate with the believers in the town to complete the transformation. But in the end, this unconventional method only resulted in a monster that looked like nothing."

"I was already a little unhappy because I was deceived, and that shameless idiot actually dared to ask for my power..."

"So, I dealt with him and his servants together."

Altluchi's tone was quite matter-of-fact.

"I see."

Roland uttered a meaningless sigh.

He was not doubting the truthfulness of Altluci's words. Not to mention the traces at the scene, the identity of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles was not so cheap.

Even if you are simply eaten by them without any thought of transformation, you will not become the lowest level of ghoul if your blood is sucked by them.

Not to mention Altuluchi.

She has the title of the Ruler of Blood and Contract. When she converts her target into a servant, she can, in a sense, grant the other party the power they want.

Therefore, she has very few followers, but they are all very powerful.

Even if a Dead Apostle who is controlled by a contract is transformed from a mortal, the power of Altruci will directly make him a powerful superior Dead Apostle.

Those that are already excellent will only be made more exaggerated. In fact, Wallachian Nights, one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, was produced in this way.

"In your words, he failed the test of faith from the gods, and that's why he ended up like this, right?"

The reason why Altluchi said this was simply because she wanted to find an excuse to laugh at Roland and break the calm expression on his face.

But what she didn't expect was that Roland was not only not moved by Heiji's name, but also not angry about this questioning of faith. Instead, he seriously agreed with her statement.

"Yeah...what a shame."

Persistence is often more important than hard work, and this is true for any choice.

Roland looked at his right hand and sighed.

"Tsk,"

Such a calm performance made Altluchi frown even deeper, but she soon smiled again.

"Now that you know my true identity, what are you going to do?"

"It's rare that the church has been quiet for a few days. I don't want to be exposed because of such a stupid thing, so I can't leave any witnesses who recognize me."

There was something playful in Altluchi's tone.

"However, considering that you were kind enough to send Fu Fu back, if you are willing to kneel down at my feet, I can let you go..."

"That's not necessary—"

Roland waved his hand and said seriously, "Although this option is somewhat tempting, the timing is not very suitable."

"After all, no matter what, I am on the side of the Holy Church now."

"Really? In that case."

The girl pursed her thin red lips, revealing a cold and cruel smile.

"——Kathy Palug, kill him!" (End of this chapter)