BITE ME THE HOLY OF HOLIES
PROLOGUES

Again .. happened.

Everyone ran down the ridge in panic. The imperial soldiers, captured some of them, and were killed right then and there.

As for those who commit merciless cruel torture, though the sound of constant screams is heard, begging to be released.

“Where is Miss Zzaya?” someone asked another one very agitatedly.

However, no one was able to answer, because the situation back then was completely chaotic.

They were all dragged and killed very horribly.

The Atheril region, completely slaughtered by the Castor Empire's warriors. All this is about what happened before.

The inhabitants of Atheril have been committing humiliation over the Gods and holy Goddesses, by becoming Devils devotees of black magicians.

Of course, the Empire was furious that Atheril was a region with a devout population. There are many sacred temples in the Atheril area.

For some reason what makes the area the center of the faithful, it suddenly changes drastically.

Especially the mystery of the death of the leader of Atheril, King Siloh De Graham.

In fact, when asking some people who were marked as witnesses, no one answered honestly. The answers they give are different.

Clearly this raises a question mark for the slaughtered party.

Various information was collected, and there were no exact clues.

What was feared, the devil worship and the people who studied black magic, were already scattered everywhere.

The Empire kept getting word that many people were missing, even from noble families.

There are rumors saying that those who are lost, have been made into a collision by people from the devil worship and black magic.

Although it had been handled directly by the Imperial Grand Envoy, the Imperial Prince and the Imperial General, Lysander Callum De Ssirreh, it did not make the massacre end completely.

It is precisely found that Atheril, the cause of all, and the death of King Shiloh are questionable.

Therefore, the Empire moved directly, led by the Blessed Great, the holy power, Lysander Callum De Ssirreh, slaughtering anyone living in Atheril.

There was no mercy for them, no mercy for Callum's screams and pleas.

The owner of those cold silver eyes, gallantly slashed at the necks of those nearby

The atmosphere is really gripping. The sky seemed to show it as well, by shrouding a blanket of thick black clouds.

The Kingdom of Atheril was overthrown by the forces of the Castor Empire.

Most of–Atheril is completely destroyed. Everything that is done, even still considered incomplete.

Yep. After this too, there was a lot of blood that would spill on Callum's hands.

While all this was happening, one of the soldiers came to Callum who had just killed several people.

“Honor the Blessed Great, His Excellency General Callum!”

The man turned back, after hearing a respectful greeting for her.

A soldier who approached him, apparently carrying a young girl with a hooded and veiled, with both hands that had been chained with iron ropes.

With the long dress in white and slightly torn at the bottom, the girl's appearance was completely shabby. Some parts of the body such as the hands in chains and also his legs, there was a slight bruise.

It is certain that the girl was brought in a rude manner before Callum.

‘What's up?’ Callum seemed to throw the question through the highlight of his gaze.

“We found this girl. We want to kill him, but he begs to live. He said something about the leader of Atheril, King of Siloh–that all that happened, was the fault of King Siloh.”

Callum's face looks dubious.

“Hold him for a while in Barracks, the massacre still has to continue, after that I will handle him” Callum said.

“Did do, Your Highness.”

The girl was dragged violently by the soldier who took her.

Callum returned to his slaughter. It all went on long enough that Callum decided to return to the barracks.

After returning, as he said, Callum met one of the camps where the girl was being held.

“So, what do you know?”

Callum asked seriously and calmly.

The girl lowered her eyes. He did not dare to argue with the owner of the silver eye in front of him.

He's really scared.

“Tu-Tuan, I beg you, ja–don't kill sa–ya”

“Yes, that is if you can tell me everything, about Atheril and King Siloh” Callum said, cold.

The girl's hand squeezed the edge of her shabby clothes.

“Only that?”

The girl nodded with a trembling body.

“Just turn off” Callum said.

“Tu-Master! I beg you, ja–don't kill me!”

The girl raised her gaze, looking at Callum's face with hope.

The beautiful eyes that the girl had hidden with her eyes lowered, were now visible to Callum as the girl returned her gaze with a plea for mercy.

For a moment, Callum fell silent, before speaking again. “If that's all you can tell, I can assume you're just talking nonsense in order to live”

“No Sir, I said honestly! I'm not lying. Please, let me live” beg the girl.

Callum squeezed the sword into his grasp.

“Get rid of your hood and veil!”

The girl was a little surprised. He shook his head and refused Callum's orders.

It's more than what he's afraid of. He had been hiding his face for a long time. No one knew and thought that he had such a terrible look.

He did not know why the untrue thing was spread widely to people, which, of course, someone told him, never open the hood even the veil he was wearing, he said, because it will invite something dangerous.

He obeyed the word of the man, for his salvation.

Although he should get insults, ill-treatment from people, even swearing, all that is much better than people would know about him and how his face.

There's no other way. “M–sorry, Sir, but before that, I want to ask for a request, what can?”

“What?” ask Callum.

“Before I open my hood and veil, I want only Master to see it”

One eyebrow Callum was linked up, with a flat face, he sighed softly. “Alright if that's your request

Callum turned back, gesturing to the camp soldiers with a glance that told them to come out.

After leaving Callum as the only person and the man he will show his face, the girl is still silent.

It was so hard for her, to open the veil and veil that covered her face.

“Do I have to do it?”

The girl regained her senses from her silence, then shook her head quickly.

However, it seemed like the man before him had a very thin patience.

The hood and veil of the girl in front of him who was sitting, he immediately pulled it very forcefully.

Reflexes alone, a surprised reaction was immediately seen from the look on the girl's face.

Larat, he could not fight against the man before him because their power was much different.

Her hood and veil are now open.

With a face that he immediately subdued, Callum held the girl's chin and raised his face forcefully.

Instantly, he was silent for a moment looking at the face below him. The owner of the silver eyes gave an almost invisible surprised look from the look on his face that was so cold and flat.

Is the look of his face, the reason he covered it with a hood and veil?

Callum also did not understand, but that does not mean, after seeing the appearance of the girl in front of him who has extraordinary beauty, the faith in Callum collapsed just like that.

He is a man of firm faith, his strength is the sacred grace of the Gods and Goddesses, everything beautiful before him, will not make him waver in the least.

Even by the black crystal-eyed girl before him.

The girl sitting before him, lowered her head back quickly. His long black hair, down, covered both sides of his face.

“Are you one of the black magicians of Atheril?”

The girl slightly raised her gaze quickly then shook her head.

“No Sir, sa-I am not a witch”

“Your form could have been part of the magic used to trick”

“I swear, this is not magic. I am not a witch!”

“Who is your name?”

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“I repeat, what's your name?”

“Zz-Zzaya”

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