Sorry for the zero updates for the past couple months, I was too busy with my assignments.

7:15a.m. West side of the City of Rimun

Alaster Young is a man whose life is filled with memories that he sought to protect. Like an empty sketch, Alaster always seeks to paint it as crazy and colorful as he could imagine.

He first painted his sketch with a lot of red.

He used to be an adventurer during his teens. He quit after he broke a leg after being attacked by a horde of dogs. Apparently he's considered to be a sworn enemy to the dog population.

He then splattered a tint of the color blue.

Alaster fell into a state of regret. Regretting that he ever wanted to become a hero in the first place, even he knew that his lack of talent was be the first thing that denied his dreams.

He sprays the color green across the sketch.

Alaster picks up another job. He now sells fish in the markets. Surprisingly, he has talent at bargaining

The draws a yellow circle in the sketch

He met his soon to be wife after he became a fishmonger to replace to failed career as a fishmonger. They got married and they had two children as of today.

And finally, he throws a balloon filled with black paint at it.

At least, that's what the report said about.

"So, you're Alaster Young."

The question was being asked by Alfread.

"It's been an honor for me, to see a heretic such as yourself to be sitting in that chair for me."

Alfred sat at the opposite side of the table, staring at his "subject A". The subject is being confiscated of all potential movements with the use of anti-magic metal shackles. Subject is also exposed under surveillance by at least two guards under any circumstances.

"Everything we say here will be recorded as evidence. So let's get started with our little session shall we?"

Again, no reply.

Alaster was apprehended this morning. Around 6:30 at the docks. Sent all the way here to the interrogation room specifically made for Alfread.

"So, I'm a paladin, as you can see. My job is basically surrounded by three things. Protecting the citizens of this holy country, protecting the holy queen and purging the demons, the monsters and the heretics"

Alfread cracked a grin on his face. A grin that would not be fitting for a paladin.

"So you'll be telling me all the names that I want or you're about to meet your false god you worship or whatever."

Alaster remained quiet and calm. He stared at Alfread, and smiled. He answered:

"What happens if I don't? You have nothing to threaten me with, paladin."

As if Alfread was waiting for that sentence, he threw a pile of files on the table. The files slid naturally across the table and stopped just before Alaster's eyes.

"We know that you care a lot about your family. There's two applications in the file, we guarantee that your children get to study in the academy for free and with special treatments. They will live a better and comfortable life than you could imagine. All you to do is—"

"Heh, so you're taking hostage of my family and my guilt? That's a good idea if today was yesterday." . Said Alaster with a cheeky smile on his face.

"What the fuck are you talking about—"

Bam*

The sudden slam on the door startled the confused Alfread sitting on the chair. Meanwhile, Alaster was trying his best to hide his laughter.

A young lady walked into the interrogation room. Her face has "worried" and "disgust" written all over. However, those emotions are targeted towards Alaster only.

"So I got a good news and two bad news. What kind of order do you prefer?"

"Bad, good, bad please."

Alfread sounded as if he was joking. The young lady however, ignored his sarcasm.

The young lady took a deep breath. Alfread could tell that she felt sorry for him at the last second.

"His family went missing."

Alfread looked like he had a kick in the balls. At least that's what he looked like.

"Good news?"

"We found them."

"Yes—?"

Alfread looked like he had recovered some hope. But then...

"All three bodies were found dead. In the sewer tunnels."

Alfread gave himself a physical face palm. His body violently lied back onto the chair and slowly slides his way down like a slime.

His actions felt unnatural and over exaggerating, yet understandable.

As for Alaster, he had no expression of what sort on his face. As if this is just as normal as a Sunday morning.

"In the name of God, don't lie to me. Did you killed you own family because you saw this coming?"

"Yes I did."

With just three words, Alfread stood up and raised his entire arm, seemingly going to punch Alaster in the face. He was, but he stopped at the last second, as if his consciousness told him it was a bad idea to do so.

"Heh, by the way, this girl here does know what kind of order you'll choose. Are ya' two dating or something."

Alaster kept his smile to the very end. As for Alfread, you can say that he's the polar opposite.

"I want him in custody now. Put him under the maximum security cells. Now!"

Alfread slammed the table. The guards outside forcefully pulled Alaster away from his seat and out the room.

"I'll personally question you later."

Hearing Alfread's immesureable rage, everyone that walked past him had a chill in their spine for the bloodlust alone.

Little did they know that Alfread was trying directing that bloodlust on himself.

Prison of the city of Rimun.

One of the biggest structures in the city of Rimun is the underground Prison that acts like a dungeon. The most upper floors in the facility is just below the sewer tunnels, might be a way for Alaster to say "Fuck You" to Alfread.

Under the multiple layers of stone and concrete walls, the prison has a flawless record of 0 escapees.

Before officially entering the prison itself, multiple security procedures and protocols must be fulfilled for obvious reasons.

Alaster Young, the heretic cultist that is suspected of killing his own family, is currently being escorted there. He had anti-magic metal shackles on his hands at all times and would not likely be taken off whilst his stay in this facility.

"Get the Hyneis."

Alfread · Dve · Moleyus, a paladin who almost lost his control, is personally escorting him to his cell, which would be located in the most bottom floor where 8 specifically designed cells are placed.

With a single order, the staff member went to the next room. What follows up is the staff member comes out of the room with a puppy.

This species is known as a Hyneis. Which is basically dogs but with ultra detection level noses. And this specific Hyneis is specifically trained to sniff out anything but clothes from his subject.

"Clear…"

Took a few minutes, but the checking process was complete. That includes magic scanning, Hyneis sniffing and replacing the shackles with newer ones.

Alfread did not let his sight off the heretic murderer off his eyes until they broke line of sight. Like a magnet, Alfread finally got his release the moment Alaster was no where to be seen.

"He's not the only reason I came here the first place."

As Alfread muttered the words without emotion, he walked down the stairwell and directly into the supply room, like a doll in a play.

1:25p.m. Northern parts of the Abelion Hills

The Abelion Hills is an area of wilderness with vast hills that lies between the Slane Theocracy and the Roble Holy Kingdom. It is inhabited by all kinds of demi-humans who are constantly trying to invade the Holy Kingdom. And in the middle of nowhere, a hidden outpost resides there, hidden under the naked eye. Inside the outpost is a small tent. It wasn't entirely small, it's just not nesscary enough to make it bigger than it should.

Basking the sunlight under the broad daylight, a small devil, also known as an "imp" gracefully flies into the tent similar to a child being lured in by candy.

"Demiurge-sama, we have escorted all the prisoners to the pen house. Though some of them decided to run off and... let's just say that they didn't end well."

The imp immediately kneeled on one leg as he bowed to the devil that is the incarnation of Evil itself. The devil known as Demiurge. Like always, he is Wearing a British suit with a tie, and is dressed like a gentleman. Behind his back is a silver tail, covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end, which in this situation, is looking very down. How similar it is to a dog's tail.

"Hmm... how many did we lost?"

The imp sensed the unpleasantry and distastefulness within Demiurge's voice. Those who are familiar with his personality would have the illusion of him being mad at themselves, but those who have earned Demiurge's trust would know that he is simply being ashamed of himself. Regreting that he did not set up procedures to avoid the foolish acts of those that chose to end their lives.

"Only 2."

"So we only managed to secure 31 this time. Regretable, but this number should be sufficient to conduct the experiments."

Demiurge did had a sense of guilt and regret in his heart. But the sense of regret is similar to a child skipping school for the sake of playing games.

Just as Demiurge was about to grab the skinning knife on his table and fulfill his job as a taxidermist, another imp went and interrupt his will to do so.

"Demiurge-sama, we've successfully escorted the target you requested."

"Splendid! Bring him in."

"Bring him in."

The imp turned his head towards the entrance of the tent. What follows is a Bafolk entering the tent, with a human body being stuffed inside a sack while being clamped under the sheep-like monster's left armpit. The body seems to be struggling a lot, but no words manage to come out from the sack.

"Let him out, he is crucial to our operation."

The Bafolk acted on the very second Demiurge gave his orders. It gently unties the strings and dumps the man out of the sack. Almost as it seems that the sack is more valuable than the man inside.

The man had a black silk bag over his head. His hands were tied behind his back to make sure he won't do anything stupid.

"Oh my, without the「Oderless」spell attached to the sack, the smell of fish really gets around."

Demiurge clamps his nose in disgust.

Even though Demiurge couldn't see his face, he assumed it would be pretty ugly. Assuming.

The man that had just been dumped out from the sack was struggling even to get himself stabilized even on his four, like a new born deer. His limbs are shaking so hard even Demiurge felt the need to break them for him.

The process went back and forth for around 40 seconds, where the man was constantly trying to get a hold of himself and Demiurge fantasizing of the many varieties and unique ways to torture the lower life form that is in front of him. When the loop finally ended, the man finally had a chance to directly look at the Devil's voice. He felt that the devil was looking down on him, both literally and indirectly. His attitude shows no credibility towards him, not even the slightest. In a sense, you can say that Demiurge was just standing there daydreaming.

"Finally done? Good."

With no warning what so ever, Demiurge threw the skinning knife at the man's left thigh.

However, the man didn't scream in pain. But he did twitch, very very hard, like what you would imagine if an immortal cockroach being attacked by multiple pest exterminators using pesticides after pesticides with cocaine in them.

"I would prefer to use the more old-fashioned and traditional way. But since I'm running on borrowed time, I suppose we should speed things up. Imps, record every thing he said, I'll personallly arrange the information later and file the report. The other one, check and see if the skinning room is full yet."

One of the two imps flew out the tent.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting to see a human with such patriotic sense, in a twisted way or so."

"Pardon my rudeness Demiurge-sama, but is a trickster like him any trustworthy?"

"Consider this his test. Also, I do feel curious, on how deep does his bag of tricks go."

The conversation ended. Demiurge went ahead and questioned the defenseless, pitiful man kneeling on the ground. Which on turn the man answered all the questions whether he liked it or not.

"Was everything recorded?", asked Demiurge.

The imp nodded in reply.

Demiurge smiled in a way that his creator would find proud of. It was a smile of a schemer, watching the dominoes fall according to his will.

"By the way Demiurge-sama, this man here has a skull size of 65."

After a moment of silence, Demiurge turned his hand away from the skinning knife that he was attempting to pick up once again.

He wasn't complaining however. In fact, Demiurge's eyes had a faint glitter of light of extreme excitement when he turned his head back at the man. Like a child turning away from riding the other roller coasters just to play with his favorite mascot.

In this case the roller coasters are the people in the pen houses and the mascot is the man.

"Hah… thank God hot drinks are available."

Alfread took another sip from his mug. As for the liquids in his mug is a complete different topic.

Once in a while, Alfread will take some time and dedicate a percentage of his day to make himself something that he would be proud of, in this case a mug of hot liquid that warms his insides during the winter.

Of course, enjoying his drink isn't part of his job.

"Alfread, you got a visitor."

A man pushed open the door to the lounge.

"Stop phrasing it like I'm in a cell room okay?"

"Sorry, force of habit."

Alfread can hear a faint sound of laughter through the wall. He ignored it and followed the man as he guides Alfread to wherever he should be meeting his visitor.

After a two minute walk, Alfread finds himself at the meeting room of all places.

"She's inside, oh and by the way… introduce her to me later, will ya?"

"What kind of nonsense are you spitting out this time."

Alfread pushed open the door whilst his head is facing his colleague. He turned his head back to where his body is facing, only to find himself in a complete lock down both physically and mentally.

A young lady, about the age of 16 to 21, is sleeping on the table in the meeting room. Alfread could see her entire body from the side.

She had a long black silky hair that reaches to her chest. Her skin is just as pale as a vampire's and the paladin uniform that she's wearing says otherwise. What I find interesting is that the fuzzy white hat on her head is almost falling off.

Alfread could not see her face as she is facing the other way using her forearms as pillows. Honestly, that's something very cute for a girl with a smaller body structure such as the girl in question.

Without a second of delay, Alfread steps ahead and pulled himself a seat where he could see the young lady's face clearly.

He sits down, and lifts his head. And the girl was no longer sleeping anymore. More or less, she woke up in an instant.

In both outcomes, Alfread still manages to see her face.

"Good… morning…".The girl had a voice that was like music under a summer breeze that warmed the frozen body of Alfread, even he could still feel the cold physically. Yet somehow it took hold of Alfread, making him want to listen all the more.

"S-so…you're the young lady that wanted to meet me, correct?"

"I don't… see anyone… else besides the… two of us…"

Alfread recovered from the sudden burst of sugar and shock and looked carefully at the girl's face. The result was Alfread being left in awe.

Her eyes stared sharply at Alfread. Those were the eyes that seemed to shine in the sunlight, but hide in the darkness. Her smile was warm with a hint of smugness and her lips were like a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful. The only word worthy of concluding her is the word "Breathtaking" as in both literal and non-literal way.

To put it simple, Alfread fell in love in a blink of an eye.

"So, what brings you here?",The girl didn't respond with words. Instead, she pulled out a letter from her pocket and slides it across the table without saying a single word. And like any gentleman would react, Alfread opened the letter, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

It was only until the letter was fully opened, Alfread shifts his focus away from his source of lust. Speaking of reading letters, Alfread has a habit of checking who sent him the letter first, and he was surprised to find out that the sender was the high priestess herself, Kelart Custodio. At least by

The letter was short, very short.

Dear Alfread,

It's been a while since I sent you another letter.

I'm sorry about the sudden appearance of another member, but I'll leave the self introduction to yourselves.

The person handing you this paper would be your personal assistant until you've completely finished your task or when emergency arrives.

good luck.

-Kelart Custodio

Without a doubt, this letter was written by Remidios Custodio. Even if she's trying to pretend that she's her sister, it is way too obvious.

There's a huge difference between the two sisters, one of them being the phrase "patience in writing". One has a lot, and the other one has little to none.

Anyways, this order is being run by the two sisters from the beginning, so it wouldn't make much of a difference if one decided to disguise as the other.

So she's here as my assistant... that makes her the 25th member.

I couldn't shake my head off of it. Why a girl like her?

No... how was she recruited in the first place?

I was sure that the Priestess Kelart decided to stop recruiting to lower the risk of the "secret order" being made public. And all the sudden the girl came out, and more importantly, sent to me of all people. I don't think i would be so worthless to have an assistant in the first place.

"So, I suppose you already know me. But I'll do a self introduction just in case."

"I am Alfread · Dve · Moleyus, as you can see, I'm a paladin."

"Noah… Baraja. I'll… be working… as your… assistant… starting today."