"Save Raul, God...!!"
Driven by impulse, Victoria finally cried out in a trembling voice.
The Blind God twisted its lips into a wide, distorted grin, as if feeling joy from the bottom of its heart. Conversely, the spirits of the Briar Mansion who were watching the exchange were shrouded in a deep despair.
What a tragedy. Just as they once had, Victoria, too, had finally been ensnared in the sweet, seductive trap of the God who presides over war.