The Villains Need to Save the World?

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During her time hidden inside the holy light for the past ten thousand years, she witnessed every single strange and vile thing he had committed to the alternate Holy Maidens he had imprisoned here.
After such an extended period, Goldsmith was no longer pure. 

 

To protect the reputation of the Radiant Church, Goldsmith did not think it was right to reveal the truth.
Right now, she decided to remain silent in front of Bella.
That Demoness seemed to know something about the various ugly rumors that the Radiant Church had accumulated over the years.
Little did she know that the first person to reveal the information to Bella was her adopted younger brother, Third Generation Radiant Pope McPherson. 

 

“Your Holiness, it seems like you will not be honest with me unless I get you out of there.
Just you wait; I will remove you from that beam of holy light.”

 

“You Demoness, no, I refuse! This is the Blessed Light of the Radiant Goddess.
You… you will not emerge victorious…”

 

“No one can refuse me! We shall see…”

 

Bella pulled her right fist back and smashed viciously into the round crystal pillar.
However, before it neared the surface, her fist glowed with black energy.
Clearly, Bella had concentrated all her power as a Demon King in her hand at the moment.
Since there was nothing nearby that she could use to break the crystal, she decided to go back to the basics and use brute force instead. 

 

The strength of the blow completely exceeded Goldsmith’s expectations, and her once-confident tone began to falter.
Upon impact, a web of hairline cracks began to form along the pillar.
Even though the crystal pillar managed to maintain its structural integrity, the aftershocks left by the blow caused it to shake vigorously.

 

“Just give up…  Demon, although your ability and strength are similar to the Twelve Demon Kings back then, this Holy Light was a gift from the Creator God, the Goddess of Light, and thus is imbued with her power.
You… even if you are a Demon King, You won’t…”

 

“Thank you, Your Holiness, for the tip! I see.
It has the power of a Creator God inside it.
This makes things so much easier…”

 

Goldsmith’s naivety allowed Bella to find a solution to deconstruct the Holy Light.
If not for that innocent clue, she would have ended up wasting a full day attempting to extract Goldsmith.
In an instant, Bella’s right hand transformed into the infamous Demon God’s Right Hand in all its oddly shaped glory.
Upon seeing the transformation, Goldsmith was scared speechless. 

 

The dark energy that emanated from Bella’s Demon God’s Right Hand had already exceeded the range of a Demon King’s power.
She was also despicable enough to put on a bracelet with black jewels.
It was a treasure that the Dark Creator Mystica had temporarily loaned to Bella, its effect similar to the “Praise of Light” that the Creator of Light Vianne had given to her.
Both were tools that contained high concentrations of power that could enhance the strength of the wearer that shared similar characteristics.

 

Unless Goldsmith possessed something that contained the Creator of Light Vianne’s blessing, the crystal pillar would not be able to withstand Bella’s next attack.
It was clear that Bella would emerge victorious as she stretched out her Demon God’s Right Hand and swiped it in the direction of the heart of the Holy Light.

 

“This power has already surpassed… Who in the world are you? Wait, don’t do that… I don’t have anything…”

 

“What are you waiting for, Goldsmith? The power of my darkness has already surpassed the light.
Come out! 

 

Using the Demon God’s Right Hand, Bella reached right into the Holy Light.
However, she could not see Goldsmith’s exact position, so Bella could only rely on her instincts to find her and grope around blindly.
Probably due to some force of habit, she ended up grabbing a fistful of soft flesh.

 

Bella did not hesitate before giving a strong tug and ended up pulling a stunning maiden out from within the Holy Light.
She did not have time to react before the beautiful maiden crashed right into her, causing Bella to fall to the ground.
Goldsmith wanted to escape at the moment.
However, as she had not moved for the past ten thousand years, her legs buckled, and she sank to the ground. 

 

When Bella got up from the ground, the First Generation Pope Goldsmith was already seated seductively with her legs in the W position.
Other than the “Origin of Light”, a cross that represented her status as the First Generation Pope, Goldsmith’s body was completely bare as everything else that she had worn previously had already disintegrated over time. 

 

Under the light, every delicate inch of Goldsmith’s skin seemed to emanate a saintly glow.
Her luscious locks were platinum blonde, and there appeared to be subtle streaks of gold within it.
Her eyes were unusual, even for someone with heterochromia; one eye was the color of pure molten gold, while the other was metallic silver.
This was the second beautiful maiden that Bella had met in this Other World that had the characteristic heterochromia of the World Destructor’s Camp even though she was not a World Destructor. 

 

Goldsmith’s impressive features were a perfect balance of innocence and sacredness.
Even though the expression on her face conveyed an air of authority, the slight tremble in her shoulders was an indication of the panic she felt in her heart. 

 

The protective entity that was dependent on the Holy Light had been shattered by Bella’s Demon God’s Right Hand.
This was an additional blow to Goldsmith’s faith in the Radiant Church.
At the moment, Goldsmith had her arms wrapped around her chest and did not dare to make eye contact with Bella. 

 

Goldsmith’s chest was surprisingly voluptuous and was much larger than Mathilde’s post-augmented chest.
Her slender arms were obviously unable to fully cover her ample bosom.
Taking a closer look, Bella found a series of deep scratch marks on her chest, which had been caused by her Demon God’s Right Hand.
She must have accidentally pawed at her chest earlier on. 

 

After being groped by Bella, Goldsmith was acting like a young girl who just had her first experience of worldly pleasures.
Right now, she did not have the majestic dignity of a Pope.
Instead, Goldsmith looked like a beautiful, vulnerable young maiden.
However, it was not her fault.
Like the Fifth Generation Radiant Pope Roxanne, Goldsmith had existed as an entity where her soul and body had been suspended in a perpetual state for the past ten thousand years. 

 

Roxanne had managed to survive that long due to the sheer power of the curse on her body.
On the other hand, Goldsmith was living on borrowed energy from the Radiant Goddess’s blessing.
Both girls were similar in the fact that they had not eaten any food as sustenance for the past ten thousand years and were extremely weak and malnourished.
In their vulnerable state, even a young child who was slightly stronger would be able to overpower them, let alone Bella. 

 

Bella walked up to Goldsmith and gently cupped her round chin with her left hand that was still in its human form, forcing her to look up and meet her eyes.
Goldsmith had no choice but to comply as there was no way for her to resist. 

 

“You… Demon King, no, Demoness… What are you trying to do? I’d rather die than surrender to you.
Don’t even think about…”

 

Goldsmith’s eyes were filled with terror as she looked at Bella’s right hand, and she was so nervous that her voice faltered.
She didn’t even know if it was still appropriate to address Bella as a Demon King as her power had far exceeded the Twelve Demon Kings from ten thousand years ago.
Any entity of a higher level than a Demon King was beyond Goldsmith’s range of comprehension, and she had no idea what the correct title was anymore. 

 

“Goldsmith, come with me.
I have a favor to ask of you.
Before you refuse, though, think about it; would you rather stay here and wait for your teacher, Aesop, to return instead? I’m sure that he would be extremely delighted to see you in your current state!”

 

“I… I refuse.
Aesop, he… he’s just bewitched by the Demon King and is temporarily… confused.
Don’t try to sow discord between us…”

 

Goldsmith’s voice slowly trailed off as she could no longer believe in her own shoddy excuses.
There was no way she could deceive an “old timer” like Bella.
Furthermore, Goldsmith was beginning to experience some strange sensations all over her body.
She had been forced to watch as her teacher, the Second Generation Radiant Pope Aesop, provided her with a front-row seat to a live drama for the past ten thousand years.
She had been suppressing many such feelings for a very long time now.

 

After ten thousand years of watching “live shows” without being able to participate, an average person would have gone insane.
As a Pope, Goldsmith had extraordinary self-control.
Nonetheless, she was still a naive little beauty.
According to the Church’s ancient records, the First Generation Radiant Pope Goldsmith was only a sixteen-year-old girl who was blossoming into a young lady when she mysteriously disappeared. 

 

Earlier, when Bella groped her chest, Goldsmith nearly lost it.
As they both were of the same gender, she was not resistant to the idea of being touched by the other girl.
Bella seemed to have noticed the unusual changes in Goldsmith’s demeanor, and her eyes began to wander towards other parts of her body.