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–––Meria’s viewpoint

The villagers rushed in while shouting loudly, and in contrast to them, the knights merely held their weapons ready and watched calmly. Their movements were synchronized like they were acting under the same mind, only springing into action when the villagers were almost in front of them.

“Rahhhh!!”

The knights finally let out a roar of their own. That alone was enough to intimidate the villagers, this was their first time confronting an actual army after crushing small country soldiers that barely amounted to anything. Just the pressure of standing in front of knights specifically trained for war filled the villagers with fear.

Everyone knew what would happen if they just charged into those knights who were armed to the teeth. The villagers standing in front, who had been filled with false confidence and believed themselves undefeatable from their previous victories, could not stand their current situation anymore and began running away in terror.

But they had already raised their weapons against the city and made themselves their enemies, so the knights had no mercy for the fleeing villagers, their spears easily catching the villagers’ unprotected backs and stopping them before they got far.

“Ghah!”

The knights paid little attention to the bodies falling in agony, focusing their attention on finding their next target. The knights attacked with spears from range, if someone got too close they would not hesitate to swing their swords, or if that would take too long, they would ram them with their armored horses, which was enough to incapacitate regular people. In the end, the villagers’ frontline was literally crushed in a short time.

“Oh interesting, they’re splitting into two groups.”

I sat down atop the wall and watched the battlefield. I had snuck up there while everyone was busy fighting.

From above I could tell that the knight spearmen were slowly splitting the rowdy villagers into two groups. That probably meant they were trying to make the villager mob more manageable so they could exterminate them with less effort. That would not work so easily if they were two proper armies fighting, with the enemy easily being able to target the knights trying to split them in two, but it was more than enough against a mob of villagers.

“They’re rounding everyone up… I guess they don’t plan on leaving survivors.”

Even if they had a change of heart now, they would still be seen as potential enemies of the state by the government. They had done this once, so it was easy to imagine they would reach for weapons again the moment they were dissatisfied with something. Rather than keeping someone so unreliable around, it was better to get rid of all of them now.

I did not know whether the pope had given that order, or if the knights came up with it on their own, but it was a valid yet cruel solution.

“The old man… no, that hypocrite would try to reach a compromise or some gross thing like that. It’s probably the knights who decided on that on their own. Well… it doesn’t really matter to me.”

The first losses on the knight side had started to show up. The villagers had probably reached their wit’s end, pushing against the knights in their desperation. The armored horses could do little against such a large crowd, so their numbers were starting to crush the knights. Ultimately the knight’s orderly formation would win, but there were bound to be losses on their side as well.

Then I turned away, I had a different goal to accomplish. I did not really care about which side won the battle, all that mattered was for mountains of corpses to be left.

“I wonder if the old man is offering his prayers in the temple now?”

Though then again, I did not really care about that hypocrite either. I had nothing more to do directly to him. I knew that making Freya disappear, who he had raised with so much care, would inflict him the most pain. I wonder what face he would make if he saw me bring her head to him? Would he wail in desperation? Or try to attack me in a fit of madness? Either way, it would be incredibly amusing.

“Just wait a bit, it’ll all be done soon.”

Saying that, I took off into the air. I had gained all sorts of powers from the demons, but I had made them my own and gained others even they did not know about. One of them was this, Flight Magic. Having used the demons to propel myself forward, and then having to pretend to be a saint to deceive those villagers, had led to this lucky development.

“Maybe there’s a god somewhere after all, considering how suddenly I gained this power.”

Even if there was a god, it had to be an evil one. He played with people only for his own amusement, being a complete degenerate. I flew higher and headed west at a high speed. Freya and the holy knights had to be fighting the demons right about now. I would watch from above and destroy whichever side was left. I did not care if Freya or the demons won their battle, the entire world was my enemy.