Chapter 176: Am I the protagonist?

His purpose in coming to Italy wasn't to visit the Vatican, but since he had come so far away and it might take a while for him to come to visit again, he decided to come to the Vatican, where the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church was located. It was also the hometown of Xenovia and Asia.

Even though he knew it was dangerous, with his "Area of Invisibility," "Light Resistant," and "Holy Resistant," he should be okay.

Frankly, stepping into the Vatican itself was nothing but committing suicide for the devil, especially when this entire country was surrounded by a holy barrier.

Nevertheless, with his "Area of Invisibility," it was easy for him to enter as no one would notice his presence even if he was inside the Vatican.

As he ate his gelato, he walked around the Vatican like a tourist. He didn't tell anyone about his trip, including his wife, and only said that he was going to visit the East Youkai Faction.

With how close his relationship with the East Youkai Faction was, no one doubted him, but when he came to Tokyo, he told Nurarihyon to prepare a flight ticket to Italy, and on the next day, he had already gone to visit the Vatican.

So, what was he doing here?

Was he going to take revenge for Xenovia?

After all, the church had abandoned her, telling her to leave as she had known the truth about the death of God.

Was he going to conquer heaven like what he did to the Grigori?

When he thought about the power of Grigori, he felt that it didn't seem that hard to conquer heaven.

Nevertheless, none of those things he mentioned above was his purpose to come to Italy. He had a certain goal to come to Italy, but before completing his goal, he decided to visit the Vatican, the most terrible place for all the devils.

Frankly, when he thought of Akeno's shrine, that place was just a child's play compared to the Vatican. While it gave him a slight headache when he entered Akeno's shrine somehow, he wanted to vomit the moment he entered the Vatican. The gelato on his hands also felt like shit, and he had an urge to destroy everything in this place. He knew that it might seem too much as this was a holy place for all the people who believed in the Christian, but he was a devil.

Even if he had a "Holy Resistance," he had to say it was hard to get rid of the feeling of disgust and loathing that came from all the holy-related things.

Still, to destroy this place and the entire Italy, he might only need a few minutes or even less.

Riser had grown so strong that it was impossible for anyone to ignore him again, after all.

Depending on the situation, it wouldn't be weird for him to enter the top 10 strongest in the world.

Moreover, if Michael was only as strong as Azazel, conquering heaven seemed to be a child's play. Frankly, when he thought about all of this, he wondered why Sirzech and Ajuka had never thought of conquering the Grigori and the Heaven. After all, as long as they combined their power, all three factions should fall into the hands of the Devil, yet they didn't do that and just stayed, feeling satisfied with the status quo until the protagonist was born.

Still, he thought of leaving already, as his purpose for visiting the Vatican was just curiosity. As for why Sirzech and Ajuka had never thought to conquer the others, he felt that it was a waste of time to think about those matters.

Only—

"We're lucky!"

"What's wrong?"

"The saintess is here!"

"What?! Hurry up! Let's go! Otherwise, we won't be able to see her!"

All of a sudden, everyone became excited, and they hurriedly moved in a certain direction.

"Saint?"

He looked at everyone who was running into St. Peter's Basilica, the greatest of all churches of Christendom. If the saint was inside that church, he wouldn't bother to enter as entering the church would make him unable to hold on, but since the saint was outside, talking with the believers, he decided to see who this saintess was.

As the crowd gathered, he didn't immediately come forward excitedly like others but observed from a distance as he watched many pray piously in front of the saintess.

Meanwhile, the saintess greeted everyone kindly as she talked about something that should be coming from the bible, especially when he had the urge to vomit once again, but he held it as he thought that this saintess was gorgeous.

The saintess wore the modest and reserved clothing of the saint, yet it was impossible to hide her beauty.

Or rather, she might be one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.

With curly blonde hair and a demure atmosphere, she made everyone in this place pray and prostrate, giving their everything to the Lord.

Yet, unlike them, as a devil, he thought that this woman had a lewd body, and there was this urge to taint her into the color of darkness, but suddenly, he had an intense headache, and he was unable to hold his vomit.

However, when he was about to leave, at that moment, his eyes met the Saintess'.

His thoughts stopped, and he quickly realized that she wasn't a human.

However, he left directly as he really couldn't hold on anymore, and he directly left the Vatican. When he left this city, he vomited directly near the alley, throwing out all the things that he had eaten.

Taking a breath, he felt so comfortable as the air was so pleasant.

His chest was no longer stuffy, and he felt that everything was fresh.

However, as he had left the Vatican, he realized that even without God, everyone was okay, and life went on.

Still—

"Are you okay?"

"...."

He, who squatted on the ground, looked up and saw the saintess, who was worshipped by so many people, appearing behind him as she looked at him worriedly.

"Here, use this handkerchief to wipe your mouth."

She took out her handkerchief without hesitation.

"...no, it will dirty your handkerchief."

"It's okay. You don't need to worry."

She showed a gentle smile, but his decision didn't change since it felt shameful when he thought the woman wiped his lips during his hesitation.

Yet, she did it.

Even with his refusal, she wiped his dirty mouth without showing disgust, gently, sincerely.

"...thanks."

He could only thank her due to this, but he had to say it made him embarrassed. Nevertheless, her answer startled him.

"It's okay, Riser Phenex-kun."

"...you know me?" Riser looked at the saintess in doubt.

"With your current popularity, especially after you had defeated Kokabiel, the White Dragon Emperor, Azazel, and even Tannin, there is no way for anyone to ignore your existence."

The saintess still maintained her gentle smile as she exposed his identity.

"Who are you?" Riser knew this saintess definitely wasn't a nobody, especially when she dared to approach him even knowing his identity, but he didn't expect her identity to be so outrageous.

Suddenly, six pairs of angel wings spread from her back, and a halo appeared on the top of her head, enhancing her holy-like aura and making her appearance appear even more ethereal.

As expected, she wasn't a human, but—

"I am one of the Four Great Seraphs.

"Gabriel."

"..." Riser.