Needless to say, the werewolf village wasn't the only place Elysium's demonic hands were reaching out to.
"The hell is that? A human is flying over here on a big flower."
Over in the dragonfolk village, Fluga noticed a strange presence drawing closer.
In response to her words, Arcadia and Magmell looked up at the sky, and just like Fluga said, they found a person slowly and gently descending toward them.
"What would you like to do? If we go by the village's rules, all intruders must be apprehended, however…" said the spear-wielding village warrior and former 'Spear' Saint Agartha, sounding like he found the matter bothersome.
After the blackdollification incident, his wife Lama declared that she wanted to get a divorce, but thanks to him unrelentingly prostrating and begging for forgiveness over and over again, he managed to avert the crisis, and now he was devoting himself to the village as a way to atone for everything he had done.
"Now, no need to rush. In this situation, the first thing to do is to listen to what the other party has to say, isn't it? Maybe he's just lost," said Arcadia.
Magmell nodded, "Indeed. Even if he, say, comes with ill intent, we should have more than enough force to subdue him, anyway. But just in case, let us keep our guards up."
"Okay, got that loud and clear. Dragonfolk brat, you've got no problem with it either, right?"
"Y-yes, Goddess Fluga." Agartha nodded, stuttering.
Apparently, having once been blackdollified by Phinis had left him with a trauma, and now he was slightly afraid of the existences called 'goddesses'.
At any rate, the stranger gently came down in front of the four.
However, he didn't land on the ground and continued to float in the air in the cross-legged position at the same eye level as them.
From his outward appearance, the man seemed to be about 30 years old.
He was thin, and he had a somewhat divine air about him.
"Hey, this guy's crying."
"Hm?"
Upon a closer look, as Fluga said, the man was shedding tears with his eyes closed.
He hadn't spoken a single word either, it was possible that he couldn't speak.
Thinking that, Magmell asked reservedly, "Um, sir. Are you feeling unwell?"
"..." The man slowly raised his right palm and showed it to the four, and—
――BOOM!
""""Uwaa!?""""
A huge palm manifested and blew them away.
"Kh, what was that…"
The man stated to Arcadia and the others who were rolling on the ground, "—My name is Eden. Even if you are"Sinners", it saddens me that I have to reap your lives."
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"…Who are you?"
The same incident also occurred in the elven village.
Phinis apologized to the elves for what had happened before, and when the tense atmosphere began to ease, an intruder suddenly and easily broke past the barrier of the village.
Naturally, the elves all went out to face the intruder, but none of them were able to hurt him.
All the arrows they shot were avoided, and when they thought the Magic Arts they released made a direct hit, after the dust cleared, they found the man standing safe and sound as if nothing had happened.
For a person capable of such a feat to appear at this timing, he was most likely Elysium's subordinate.
Thinking so, Zana and the others immediately told the elves to stand down and confronted the man in a clown outfit.
Incidentally, the one accompanying Zana and Phinis was Iris, who had gotten mixed up in the Legal Wife-Rock-Paper-Scissors.
"Kishishi, it's nice to meet you, my ladies. I'm Kitezh, a demon, at your service."
Zana felt an indescribable disgust upon seeing Kitezh make an eerie-looking smile.
The same apparently went for Iris, as she said, "…That person gives me a bad feeling," and became even more guarded.
Then.
"Oh?" Kitezh pointed at Phinis upon noticing her presence and said, "Aren't you Miss Mom? What a pleasant surprise. Actually, there's something I've been looking forward to showing you, Miss Mom."
"Something you want to show to me…?"
"Yup. Miss Mom, you like to play with dolls, don't you? Me too, I love playing with dolls. So—"
Look! The moment Kitezh raised both hands, "—Agh!?" Zana's body was lifted off the ground by threads like a marionette.