Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 33: The Truth of the World, part 2

...—Ereth City, Aubert— Family Administration Region...

...—7 September 1238—...

Messiah.

It can be said, the savior of the world.

Until now, even for someone who has no faith in God, everyone will agree if the nickname is pinned to someone who has ended the era of great chaos that occurred 4,000 years ago.

An era where many people perform vile black rituals, sacrificing others and even their own flesh and blood, only to win a battle for the achievement of desire and glory for self and golongannya.

Magic is a real thing. Nor is it different from the predictions made by the ancients in this world.

Calling is something that can be done. Demons or even the beasts of hell did not escape being a tool to attack their opponents, despite having to subvert tens of thousands of souls.

The world has become corrupted, many people who teach faith only to God have been killed.

Not much different from the timeline of the world Ares lived in before, the history written mentions that God sent, sent someone to purify His teachings.

Abel, the one who has the will of God in him.

With both hands with some of his followers, Abel moved the world in the right direction.

Warring with the sorcerers and rulers of the time, with God's permission, Abel and his followers hurled down, destroying all forms of their heresy. Statues, wand, amulets, there are no more of them left.

Despite this, Abel and his followers went through an uphill battle. Many heretics use demonic powers as a form of resistance.

It is not emission magic like fire, or even lightning like what would be in the mind of a person in the modern era when thinking about magic. However, it is more inclined towards something that is contrary to logic and common sense.

The transformation of a stick into a snake, the growing of thousands of plants, to the occurrence of murder without cause is a challenge that Abel and his followers have to face.

Miracles, a classic armor plot given by God. With his permission, Abel has the ability to create divine weaponry, which Ares knows as special items in the game, as well as the blood and body God has endowed.

Not only that, God gave Abel many victories with His protection, until there was destruction to the heretics and the return of purity and purity of each person's heart.

That day, the Arafant Religion was born. Abel used the prophecies God had given him to bring people back to the right path.

The assumption of Abel is messiah, someone who became a messenger of God has been attached to the hearts of loyal followers and audiences. Therefore, people from all corners of the world chose him, making Abel a leader for his wisdom, scholarship, and high faith.

Appointed, to be a leader throughout the country, Abel bequeathed his leadership to his son Regulus, who was the forerunner of the rise of the Holy Empire of Regulus in the past.

Until a few hundred years have passed, the faith began to again be corroded by error, starting with the assumption that the blood of the Apostle is something sacred, causing the Holy Imperial Family Regulus at that time to look again, he said, glue back all the pure blood from the Ancestor.

Vile and dirty practices are beginning to take shape again. After several generations of holy blood regrouped, Abel's heretical offspring interbred, causing many of the royalties to be subject to many abnormalities due to genetic factors and other physical problems.

Among the many cases of the disorder, there is a special case that is very worrisome.

Heterochromia, the beginning of the fear of the world community that originated among the nobility and the church.

If it is an ordinary heterochromia disorder, it will not cause fear. However, due to the return of Abel's blood concentration, both the eyes of the offspring who experienced it glowed faintly, which could even cause mental instability to the point of damaging his morals and conscience.

Alter.

A word that had disappeared from civilization, along with the destruction of the Holy Regulus Empire itself.

The resurrection of the "Alter" colored some parties who were dissatisfied with the actions of the church, the, the ones who are known to carry out massacres over the pure-blooded descendants of Abel who have differences in eye color due to their attitude that can no longer be controlled and will destroy everything around them.

No longer feeling resistant, traditional monks rose up, put up resistance with the church and proclaimed themselves as "Mihiral Groups" which have now turned into a faith.

A great war is once again taking place.

Although the Mihirals knew that Alter's existence was a problem, they refused, not wanting a massacre of pure blood people just because they had a genetic disorder.

If the church treated their rehabilitation, then the Mihiral Group would only be silent, not the slightest bit of burning anger, although their dissatisfaction would also remain inevitable.

Just because of the great fear of the church, the massacre happened again, which is no different from the history of the Holocaust as well as the Pharaoh's orders that require every resident to kill every newborn baby boy.

The church was defeated, and so it happened with the monks who opposed it. Their war action resulted in something fatal, the Regulus Holy Empire had collapsed, causing the world to again split in two.

Pastors, monks, and scribes have been mostly killed, either by death or by age.

Pure teaching has been tarnished. The books which are the revelations of God have been changed, rewritten by the dirty hands of voracious and greedy stakeholders for the enjoyment of the world.

Two major religions have been formed. Having the same origin does not make them at all at peace with each other.

Again, despite not knowing their origin, "Alter" reappears. Nobles, priests, and high-ranking monks used their power for their own sake.

Mass murders are happening again. The great fear among the general public was once again formed, the predicate "Child cursed by Satan" was pinned to them, which at that time numbered no more than the number of fingers.

In the midst of a life situation that is no longer uncertain, some groups of nobles who no longer have faith decided to move, looking for a new land far from a religious dispute at the end of the world, he said, it is now known as the Western Continent.

Among them was a small family hiding themselves. A couple who are also cousins know that they have the pure blood of the Apostle because of the presence of their child who has both eyes with a very contrasting color.

Just keep quiet, hide their true identity by being one of the subordinates of the nobility— known as Richard Rowling and is the founder of Rowling— Kingdom while hiding the whereabouts of their son so as not to be killed.

"11 August 126, author and world's last spectator—Freidrich von Rueter, someone who retained the last pure blood of Rueter, the hidden youngest son of Apostle Abel and Saint Noven-Belle..."

Right after Ares finished his words, he instinctively turned his face to his wife who was in his lap, who was silent, not once returning his words.

For some reason, Ares really understood the feeling of grief that had penetrated into his wife's mind. Losing his mother, the only person who truly loved him from the bottom of his heart just because the mistakes of the ancestors were painful.

Unknowingly, a grain of tears dripped down to wet the face. Although Ares didn't see it, he was somehow able to find out.

A faint gulp of saliva sounded from Ares' throat. Calming his heart, Ares momentarily took a deep breath, "I am not actually a person who comes from this world."

"Eh?" Attention Excel distracted. Panicked, she turned over part of her body, quickly staring at her husband while still sitting on his lap.

"Didn't you feel that the Ares you knew when you were in the Royal Academy was very different from me?" ares asked, sounding very sad.

"That's..." Excel found it difficult to answer. Although she had refused, did not want to know about it and had ignored it, the strange feeling that seethed in her heart as she was engaged to Ares re-emerged.

"Ares von Rueter, the owner of the body I am currently living in is gone. She sacrificed her life for the woman who had been raped by your stepbrother, Prince Zee, and asked me to avenge her." Hearing Ares's expression, Excel can only fall silent, not understanding how to reply.

A complicated feeling enveloped his heart. Far from association because of the children of nobles who did not like his nature, Excel had little knowledge of the rumors circulating among the nobility.

Excel views follow. Ares moved his right hand to open the last sheet embedded in the old book before him.

"I was summoned by him using this ritual." Ares pointed right at the painting of a circle with a Star of David in it, "A high-level demon summoning ritual, I am an individual that cannot even be juxtaposed with you, a pure descendant of the Messenger."

Ares never once opened a world notebook that Ares' soul had shown him before. However, he had examined a personal note left in his personal space, which referred to a flat expanse of land in the middle of the forest that housed the ritual Ares' soul had previously performed to summon him.

Ares lifts Excel's body at his full strength, causing Excel to fall, though he immediately restrains his wife's body.

Now, the two are standing face to face. A smile full of sadness was etched, Ares knew if his wife was staring elaborately accompanied by a hint of fear at him.

Slowly, Ares' head bowed, intending to express his deep regret, "I'm sorry..."

Raising his head back, the look of a face full of sadness returned, "And also... if you do not want to take care of Raze and Orci—"

Excel's right hand clenched tightly, Excel involuntarily biting his lip, no longer holding on to the words of the man he loved so much besides his only son.

Excel pulls Ares' collar firmly with both hands. He saw that tears had washed his wife's entire face, causing her little heart to somehow feel very sick.

"Have you forgotten the promise you made with me first?!" Excel shouted loudly, a powerful radiance glaring at her husband's eyes, "Have you completely forgotten my words?!"

"I am also a daughter of a damned child! Fuck all that! So then! So..."

Dukes.

With both hands still reaching for the collar, Excel dropped her forehead over her husband's chest with a faint note. The faint sobs of crying grew louder and louder, Ares did not understand how to treat someone she truly loved.

"Even if you are a Demon King, I don't care... So please. never leave..."

"Because I no longer have anyone but you..."

Strong decapitation warms Excel body. Loving, very soothing.

With the face of someone he loved touching his head, Excel heard a soft mutter, "Sorry..."

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Note :

Yes, the first sub arc full of envious romance scenes has been run!! Explode you!!

After this, the second sub arc of the Trade War Arc, the Battle of Intelligence!

PS. Orcian's eye color was yellow, similar to Ares's. In the previous eps, it was described as emitting a dim red light...

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