With everything proceeding smoothly, Maggie assumed that nothing unexpected would happen except for dealing with the Duke.

Unfortunately, ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.

The day after Nesser and Xiu set off, Safa appeared before Maggie.

It was just the right moment when Maggie left the Temple of Light and completed her daily duties as a saintess in Saint Fe.

"!"

Maggie looked at the Demon King with succubus horns on his head, her expression stiffened almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure and returned to her best state.

Before she could even speak, Safa's overwhelming pressure was already on her, and without her even having to kneel, she fell to the ground with a thud.

The knee made a crisp thud as it made intimate contact with the hard ground; it was almost certainly bruised.

But Maggie had no time to care about this minor injury; her mind was filled with the reason for Safa's sudden arrival.

Safa's face also carried a terrifying cruelty, mixed with a hint of anger, one hundred percent of which was directed at her. The reason was unknown for the time being, but Maggie had a very strong sense of foreboding.

"Lord Demon King..."

Despite the physical pain and her fear of Safa, Maggie managed to explain that dignity was not important at this moment; survival was what mattered most.

Before she could even speak, Safa let out a cold laugh, his voice filled with chilling malice.

"What? My most loyal follower has finally revealed his true nature?"

His words chilled Maggie to the bone, and she nearly ground her teeth to powder.

Although she had considered that the Duke might retaliate, she never imagined that the Demon King would know about this. After all, the fake village she was planning to take action against, which was actually the Demon King's lair, was indeed full of the Demon King's followers.

As one of the devil's followers, she should never have laid a hand on her own kind.

I thought the Demon King wouldn't notice something so secret, but he still found out anyway.

"Demon King... Your Majesty... Please let me explain..."

Maggie's mind raced. Although she didn't know how the Demon King had found out about this, she was definitely not the type to give in so easily.

"Oh? How are you going to explain that?"

Safa raised his long, slender hand slightly, his black nails so sharp they could pierce a human body in an instant; clearly, if Maggie didn't give him a suitable reason...

He will definitely make Maggie experience what bloodshed is.

He was never an easy-going gentleman; he was the demon king who suppressed the entire hell. No matter how interested he was in Maggie, he would never allow a believer to betray or disobey him.

Even Maggie, who is under Philomona's protection, cannot challenge his authority.

Maggie felt a mouthful of blood well up in her throat, but she absolutely could not lose her composure in this situation. So she forced herself to swallow the blood back and firmly delivered the excuse she had prepared beforehand.

“My Lord Demon King, those believers have all been corrupted by Tartarus. They are no longer pure to you. I am simply cleaning house for you.”

She spoke rapidly, trying to buy herself a chance to survive in the limited time she had left.

Maggie is gambling.

Safa also has some knowledge of Tartarus, the Abyss, although she obtained the information from the angels, but that doesn't mean it can't be used.

As soon as she finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Safa's arrival will stop time. Maggie is currently on her way to the orphanage. Today, she originally wanted to visit the remaining children in the orphanage where Little Orange used to live.

Maggie wanted to put their minds at ease about what they had agreed upon.

Anyway, she can now control most of the Saintess's daily tasks, so of course she has to do some things that she is more willing to do.

I just didn't expect Safa to suddenly appear.

Maggie kept her head down, and the oppressive aura around her showed no signs of diminishing. In fact, because of her words, the oppressive atmosphere around Safa seemed to intensify.

He seemed even angrier than before.

Maggie's heart sank. If her excuse didn't work, she would have to die here today.

They might not even have a chance to become demons before being crushed to death by Safa on the spot.

Time passed indefinitely. Suddenly, Maggie felt a lightness on her body. Safa had inexplicably removed his oppressive aura, but he still didn't speak, leaving Maggie unsure whether to look up or not.

After a while, Maggie felt Safana's long fingers pinch her chin again, his sharp nails digging slightly into her soft cheek.

Forced to raise her head, Maggie could only meet Safa's deep purple eyes, her back drenched in cold sweat.

[What I said is true. The Duke is colluding with the Abyss, and those demon cultists are definitely involved.]

Maggie wept inwardly. Although she had other motives, her guess was not without reason.

Are you actually bothered or not? Please tell me! Your silent staring at me is making me nervous.

She was trembling, muttering to herself.

Maggie wasn't sure about the relationship between the Abyss and the demons. If the Demon King didn't care about this at all, then her plan would really be ruined.

Of course, even if Safa didn't mind and didn't allow her to get rid of those demon cultists, she wouldn't obediently listen to him.

The conflict between her and the Duke is irreconcilable; at worst, she can find a way to escape.

Safa knelt on one knee in front of her, one hand on his knee and the other pinching her face. She looked at him with a probing gaze, her eyes cold and piercing, as if she had thought of something.

But it didn't seem like he was targeting her; it was something else entirely.

"Aren't you angry with me? Then what is it?"

As Maggie pondered this question, Safa finally made a move.

He lightly released Maggie's hand, straightened up, and looked down at her.

“Abyss… Ha, well done. I now command you to wipe them all out, not a single one left.”

Safa's mocking laughter, laced with an intense and astonishing hatred, completely startled Maggie with each word he uttered.

Even if Maggie were an idiot, she could understand that Safa seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred for the Abyss.

She had reached the point where just mentioning it was enough to make Safa feel such hatred that he was completely out of control, causing him to lose his composure in front of a believer.

"Yes, Demon King."

Maggie's mind was in a jumble, but her survival instinct overcame her slow thinking, and she answered quite quickly.

Before she could even hear Safa's reply, she felt the sounds around her return to normal. Maggie subconsciously looked up and realized that time had returned to normal and Safa was already gone.