Winston was flustered. It was the worst-case scenario among unexpected events.
"Is it betrayal? Adolf, of all people, fainted at the first strike. I have to protect the Saintess and stop that man somehow. Whatever is happening, now is the chance, before the Demon Lord appears."
Gritting his teeth, he moved forward. Grant, who had taken over Lucian Vane's body, smiled faintly.
"Are you coming to die?"
"I'm trying to stop you. You don't seem like Baron Vane."
Like a stage actor, Grant made an exaggerated gesture.
"How many times do I have to tell you for you to understand? I am your creator. You exist because I exist."
"Don't make me laugh! You're obviously a false god worshipped by cultists, like those who recite sins!"
A false god.
Not a being who gained true divinity like Isis or Horus, and wielded divine authority throughout the universe.
Merely a god created by delusion, false belief, or power.
Nevertheless, the power possessed by such beings was formidable.
