The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Do not."

　She heard herself say no.

　"ha..."

　She heard herself exhale a breath of foul air.

　On the wet bathroom floor, Ophelia struggled to support her upper body with her arms and reached for the sink again.

　Just as now she grasps at the light—

　"Clang."

　The moment the door opened, light came in, causing Ophelia to squint slightly.

　What greeted us was a packed auditorium with 10,000 people and cheers like a torrent and tsunami.

　""

　Ophelia was pushed to the front of the short podium by Arya. Facing the auditorium of tens of thousands of people, she felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

　Many people...

　There are really a lot of people...

　Those were students from Christa School of Magic, and every pair of eyes reflected her.

　Each pair of eyes reflects her past self.

　""

　Ophelia picked up the phone and cleared her throat:

　"Cough cough..."

　She heard her voice amplified dozens of times, echoing throughout the auditorium.

　"Thank you very much for coming to my lecture. Thank you."

　She bowed her head slightly to express her respect to the entire auditorium.

　Then she turned and nodded slightly to Alia:

　"let's start."

　""

　Alia immediately took two steps back, nodded slightly, and her figure disappeared into the phantom.

　Her figure immediately appeared in every corner of the auditorium, and the pendulum on her wrist swayed with her steps.

　Seeing this, Ophelia took a deep breath and put her mouth close to the microphone:

　"I'm Ophelia Thane, a graduate of the 54th class of the Krista School of Magic."

　"I believe many of you already know me in different identities: a sinner, the head of the first section of the Supernatural Department, a descendant of the Thain family, and the daughter of Stonek Thain."

　“Some reputations are good, some are bad, some are ordinary, some are extraordinary, but for me, until the moment my mission is accomplished, all of them are nothing but external things.”

　"Today, I stand here... no, sorry, I sit here to explain to you what we have in common, to explain my true and only identity."

　Along with the little jokes that livened up the atmosphere, polite laughter rang out in the auditorium. Ophelia looked around with a smile and whispered:

　"I am just a mortal like you."

　"As mortals, we are born with all seven emotions and six desires. Our souls embrace brilliance, but half of our bodies are hidden in darkness - that is our essence, and also our innate curse."

　"According to the Goddess's teachings, each of us is a sinner, born to plunder the world endlessly until we die. This process will never end until we turn to dust."

　"So today, what I want to discuss with you is sin."

　Ophelia's eyes swept across the entire auditorium, and she became more determined:

　"I am a sinner, and in the eyes of many people, even the worst kind of sinner."

　"Ophelia Thane killed her father with her own hands, survived, and seized everything he once owned."

　"You may think that I am glamorous, that I can stand out in various places, and that I can manage an elite organization like the First Division of the Extraordinary Department. However, in my eyes, Ophelia Sean will always have only one identity."

　She closed her eyes:

　"Mortals, or rather, sinners."

Chapter 639 Greedy Crawling (Part 15) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　While Ophelia was giving her speech, Alia moved around the auditorium with a pendulum.

　The classmates couldn't see her - she held a pitch-black dagger in her hand, and the scales on the dagger opened and closed.

　Fang, a sacred object from the Dragon Lord.

　Alia detached herself from history, giving her the perfect opportunity to explore.

　After the holy war, the Saint gave Alia the ribs, fangs and scales of Saint Nero. These three holy objects gave her extraordinary power.

　In fact, now, Alia has become the face of the combat power of the Extraordinary Department: including the Broken Crown, she is a high-level dark elf who possesses four holy relics and is at the demigod level.

　If she were asked to hunt an angel alone, it would not be impossible for Alia to try if she was well prepared.

　However, Alia didn't have much awareness of her own strength.

　For her, it is enough to protect the people she loves and do more for the city she loves.

　A peaceful world does not need the cold-blooded and bloodthirsty Fu El, but the kind-hearted Alia.

　""

　Moving among the crowd, Alia continuously injected spiritual energy into the pendulum, sensing its fluctuations.

　In the dream test, if

　The presence of psychic signatures related to Satan's nightmares nearby causes the pendulum to be tinged with a faint crimson glow.

　But now, the pendulum seemed motionless.

　Alya frowned and looked around in confusion.

　No response...?

　""

　On the podium, Ophelia was softly reciting the speech she had memorized long ago.

　"I believe that for many of my classmates, the goal in life is still very Messina - to graduate, get money, gain fame, and become a respectable upper-class aristocrat."

　"The glamorous nobility is something many people are born with. In Messina, nobility isn't tied to bloodline; it can be bought. As long as they can pay the royal family enough money, any respectable merchant can have their own family crest and fiefdom."

　"I believe most of your goals are similar to these—don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing you, but I want to discuss this with you rationally."

　Ophelia leaned forward slightly:

　“What will we lose and what will we gain on this path?”

　She thought of Mogué, of her father, of the overlapping faces.

　They used to be kind-hearted, but their pursuit of fame and fortune gradually made them lose their kindness and turn into devils in human skin.

　devil.

　"...If the price of fame and fortune is losing yourself and becoming a slave to desire..."

　Ophelia looked straight into the quiet auditorium:

　"Will you agree to that?"

　"Will you agree to that?"

　In the dark classroom, Nunnally opened the door and shut out the sound of Ophelia's speech.

　She saw Professor Moguer standing by the podium with a dazed look on his face.

　"You're here...child..."

　Mogu turned his head and looked at Nunnally with a strange smile.

　Only then did Nunnally discover that there was an inverted pentagram drawn on Professor Mogu's forehead with viper blood, which was glowing faintly in the darkness.

　Reverse Pentagram Symbol...

　Nunnally's hands trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth quivered.

　She had seen the symbol before, in those Satanic dreams...

　"Professor Mogu...what are you going to do..."

　"Did you hear the noise outside?" Mogu'e scratched his head. "Noise... That woman is promoting her own views. Haha... She succeeded..."

　"Even though she's a noble, she's still discussing whether being a noble is legitimate, and preaching that we should restrain our desires..."

　"Hahaha... As someone who has everything, she is so happy. She is so happy that she can show off what she has to everyone..."

　Nunnally couldn't hear what Mogué said.

　She moved her gaze tremblingly, and immediately saw the huge magic circle drawn with blood in the center of the classroom.

　It was all made from materials she bought for Mogué.

　A magic circle that summons Satan.

　"Professor Mogué..."

　"I want all that..." Mogué murmured in a low voice, "You want it too, right? Nunnally, child... You have no father, no money, and can't even read books. Woohoo... You must be longing for all that..."

　"Professor Mogué, you..."

　Nunnally recalled Miss Shikoti's words and her father's face.

　Is this how Dad died? Just like Professor Moguer... haunted by nightmares, and eventually driven mad...

　Before Nunnally could come to her senses, Mogué was already in front of her.

　"child..."

　"and many more..."

　Nunnally subconsciously tried to step back, but Mogu's hand had already grabbed her face——

　"Ugh...!"

　Tingling.

　Inverted pentagram.

　In the nightmare, Nunnally sat on bleeding gold coins. The money under her feet was enough for her to finish college and become a rich lady.

　She no longer had to endure being looked down upon because she didn't have enough money to go to dinner with her classmates.

　She no longer had to beg for the scholarship.

　""

　Great Hall.

　After the entire auditorium of 10,000 people was searched, Alia put away the pendulum.

　“Not here…”

　She frowned, her expression becoming slightly surprised.

　Almost all the students are here...

　Then search again for those who were not present.

　Arya reached out, grasped the shattered crown, and swung it—

　"Sizzle!"

　A pale blue rift blossomed, and she jumped in, disappearing into the auditorium.

　At the same time, another Alia walked in from the side door of the auditorium, wearing a shuttle.

　She went back in time and searched for students who were unable to attend, such as those who were sleeping in the dormitory or working on their papers in the library...

　After this round, basically everything that can be covered has been covered.

　But the pendulum still showed no signs of moving...

　Are there any students who are not here yet?