Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 365 Mission: 09-1 Adapting to Change
"Snapped!"

“?! Uwaaaaaaaa…”

Dante slapped a drink can out of the hand of a little girl passing by, and the little girl stopped where she was and burst into tears.

The adult next to her glared at Dante and wanted to settle the score with him, but after Nero bowed his head and said "I'm so sorry", his attitude softened strangely and he turned around to comfort his child again.

Nero then sighed and reluctantly caught up with Dante.

"You know this is pointless," she whispered. "They don't know the true nature of this drink. If you spill one, they'll just buy another. It's just going to cost them more money."

This was not the first time Dante had done this, and his ostentatious attitude did not seem like he had promised Virgil to "keep a low profile."

Dante twisted his mouth and spread his hands, saying, "I just don't like them. Seeing them drink that kind of drink makes me feel sick."

"..."

Well, since he'd said such rude things, Nero had no choice but to obey him. She casually said, "Please keep a low profile," then took the map provided by Virgil and led the tsundere Dante to the factory where the Vitality Drink was produced.

But while Dante says this, anyone can see his true motivation. While he denies it, he's still saving others in his own way—unlike Vergil, who has a well-thought-out plan, his "rescue" is a self-satisfied, immediate effort, with no regard for the aftermath.

So, seeing him do this out of kindness, Nero didn't bother to argue with him, as long as it didn't affect the subsequent operations. In this regard, she and Virgil shared the same opinion: if they wanted to save someone, they should do it right the first time. They needed both self-satisfaction and tangible results.

After the two passed by, an ugly eyeworm crawled out from the surveillance camera on the street, took a look, and then shrank back.

The streets were full of such spies, but fortunately, Nero and Dante hadn't noticed anything unusual yet. Nero compared the streets, buildings, and markings on the map before him, scanning the intersections, squares, fountains, and sculptures one by one, finally stopping at the tall and magnificent church in front of him.

Churches are often very conspicuous buildings and are very suitable for use as reference points for finding the way. Nero looked at the map again and found the location of a nearby church.

But she immediately frowned.

"Cathedral of St. Agares?"

Seeing her stop, Dante turned around and looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"We may have to change our first goal."

It was obvious that the target Nero was talking about was the "Cathedral of St. Agares." The reason was simple: her intuition told her that the name of the church itself was problematic.

Agares, one of the Fallen Angels and one of the Seventy-Two Demons of Solomon. In other words, it's the name of a demon.

A church named after a devil is most likely not a good thing.

Combined with the information obtained from Eve that Mondes was collecting faith, it is likely that this church is a "vest" used to collect faith for Mondes. In this case, this church will naturally be a more important target than the two companies.

Dante raised his head and followed Nero's gaze. "Are you saying we should go to church? I hate churches."

This was similar to the Dante Nero knew well. She chuckled and put away the map in her hand. "Then you should be happy, because you will have a chance to smash the thing you hate most with your own hands."

"Hey, hey, hey, is this true? Don't let me get away with it." Dante was slightly startled, then he showed a slightly ferocious smile: "Just in case, let me confirm again, are you saying that we are going to smash up that church?" His finger pointed at the huge silhouette of the church against the sunlight.

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Didn't you say you'd keep a low profile?"

"It's just talk. Which of the things we are going to do next is really low-key?"

"what!"

Dante let out a hearty laugh.

Inside St. Agares Cathedral, Sunday morning service was underway. Directly opposite the entrance, fragmented, multicolored light streamed in from a massive stained glass window, flooding the entire hall. A man in a white robe stood beneath that window, his voice echoing through the crowd.

"We are in heaven..."

"Boom!"

A loud bang interrupted his presidency. In this sacred place, at this sacred moment, a traitor actually drove his car straight into the church door.

What a rude and arrogant act!

The jet-black, battered car looked like something salvaged from a scrapyard. It was now completely useless, its distorted front end ablaze with flames. Two dark figures burst through the spiderweb-strewn front window and burst out. One of them pulled out a pair of pistols and fired repeatedly at the top of his head.

The chandelier on the ceiling was knocked down by his bullet, and it crashed onto the long scarlet carpet with a loud bang. Along with the crisp sound of shattering, a series of screams rang out from the crowd on both sides.

"Eaaaa-!!!"

A commotion suddenly broke out, and the people who came to attend the morning class instantly gathered together and rushed towards the only exit.

Although there were only two attackers, one of whom was a seemingly weak blond girl, no one attempted to fight back due to the intimidation of the guns and the attacker's amazing gunmanship. The panicked crowd formed into two groups, trying to pass through the two sides of the vehicle at high speed.

Only the "priest" in white robes remained unfazed. He pounded the ground with his cane, the resounding sound echoing back and forth throughout the church, transforming into a deafening thunderclap that pierced the ears of the two intruders.

"How dare you——"

The intruder, armed with both black and white guns, aimed his muzzle at him and pulled the trigger. But the bullets pierced through his white robes and struck his body, making a clanging sound that was completely unbelievable. His figure twisted, and at the same time, the church began to twist—

"You actually guessed right." The man among the intruders said to the person beside him, "There really is something wrong with this place."

"Thanks to the clue, Ms. Eve," the young girl among the intruders replied calmly. "Mundus wants faith, so we tear down his statues and altars. Wouldn't that irritate him more than anything else?"

A greatsword and a staff appeared in the hands of the two men. They each grasped their weapons tightly, passed through the crowd that had vanished into nothingness, and rushed back towards the demon deep within the church.

　Chapter 2 will be published in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)