Erica Blandelli pointed straight at Izumi, her expression sharp with indignation.
"You're part of the mystic world, aren't you?"
"Then you should know better—using magic on ordinary people is strictly forbidden."
Her voice rang with righteous anger.
"A proper mage, and you used suggestion magic just to skip the entrance fee?"
"That's a direct violation of the magic accords!"
Izumi clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"I'm an illegal immigrant too, you know."
"So let's not get picky."
He waved her off dismissively.
"If there's nothing else, you can leave."
"We're going to continue sightseeing."
Without waiting for her response, Izumi turned away.
The moment he'd seen her, he'd already figured out what kind of world this was.
And frankly, he wasn't interested in her at all.
Erica Blandelli was troublesome—
too many schemes, too much pride.
He didn't like that type.
With that, Izumi took Kanase Kanon by the hand and walked deeper into the cathedral.
Erica froze.
"…Huh?"
He just… ignored her?
Did this man think the Milan Cathedral was his personal living room?
Kanon glanced back at Erica apologetically, then hurried after Izumi.
She knew they were in the wrong, and right now, retreat felt like the wisest option.
Watching them leave, Erica felt her anger explode.
She chased after them immediately.
That's it. I'm arresting this criminal and handing him over to the magic association.
But when she finally caught up—
She stopped dead.
"…What…?"
What she saw made her blood run cold.
That man was standing in the center of the cathedral, casually pulling out one divine artifact after another.
Yes.
Izumi was doing exactly that.
Standing before the massive cross, he tilted his head slightly, inspiration striking him out of nowhere.
I wonder…
Can I pull down a Heretic God and stab it a few times?
If he'd come all the way to this world and didn't kill at least one god, wouldn't that be a wasted trip?
After all—
Heretic Gods and God Slayers were this world's specialty.
And this was a Catholic cathedral, no less.
The thought alone made Izumi grin.
Then his gaze drifted to the girl beside him.
If Kanon became a Campione…
That would be interesting.
Once the idea took root, it refused to let go.
So he acted immediately.
"No point holding back."
One projection after another materialized.
"Let's see…"
"By the name of my Lord—Jeanne d'Arc's holy relic. That should work."
"And this… the Crimson Saintess' blade, divine gauntlets, blessing of slaughter."
"The Spear of Longinus is a must."
"And the Holy Shroud too."
Anything even remotely connected to Christianity or angels—
whether it truly fit or not—
Izumi projected it all without restraint.
When Erica arrived, this was the scene before her eyes.
Divine artifacts scattered everywhere.
The air grew heavier by the second, pressure pressing down on the cathedral like an approaching storm.
"What are you doing?!"
"Stop—stop this immediately!!"
Erica's face drained of color.
He's trying to summon a Heretic God…
And worse—
every artifact here was tied to Christianity.
This man is insane.
Did he not understand that Heretic Gods were living calamities?
Izumi ignored her completely.
He could feel it now.
The pressure.
The distortion.
"…Just a little more."
His eyes gleamed as he looked up toward the heavens.
"Almost there."
Then—
He picked up the Spear of Longinus.
Erica's breath caught in her throat.
Without hesitation, Izumi hurled it straight toward the statue of Judas on the cross.
The spear pierced through Judas' chest—
And at that instant, light erupted.
Kanon frowned.
Before she could say anything, a blinding radiance rose before her.
The light was brilliant—
Yet within it, she felt an overwhelming darkness.
Her heart skipped.
She rushed to Izumi's side.
"Izumi-senpai… what are you—"
Izumi watched the phenomenon with barely concealed excitement.
"Kanon-chan, didn't you say you wanted training?"
"Well—your chance just arrived."
"And depending on how this goes…"
"You might even ascend in one step."
Kanon stared at him blankly, completely lost.
Meanwhile, Erica had already drawn her weapon, bracing herself.
"You two—get out of here! Now!"
Izumi looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
Leave?
I went through all this trouble to summon a god, and you're telling me to leave?
At that moment, the disturbance triggered alarms throughout Milan.
Members of magic associations rushed toward the cathedral.
Some evacuated civilians.
Others prepared barriers.
Ordinary people couldn't perceive the Heretic God—
to them, it looked like a natural disaster unfolding.
Protecting the public was their priority.
Erica clenched her teeth as Izumi continued to ignore her.
Was he deaf?!
Izumi's attention was fixed on the figure emerging from the light.
And then—
He laughed.
"Oh?"
"Lucifer?"
"I thought it'd be Michael or Gabriel."
"Didn't expect you to answer the call."
The summoned man slowly opened his eyes.
Behind him spread twelve black wings.
A fallen angel.
Lucifer.
Once the first of all angels.
Commander of the Central Angelic Host.
Gabriel—leader of the Left Wing.
Michael—leader of the Right Wing.
Lucifer had stood at the pinnacle.
Until the day God descended with the Holy Son and demanded the angels kneel.
Lucifer refused.
To kneel before a being weaker than himself was humiliation.
So he rebelled.
Taking a third of Heaven's angels with him, he rose against his creator.
A revolt born not of madness—
—but pride.
Lucifer's gaze settled on Kanon.
"…A saintess from another world?"
"How intriguing."
He saw through them instantly.
Especially Kanon—
The dense aura of Gabriel clinging to her made his lips curl in interest.
Kanon stiffened under his gaze.
The pressure was suffocating.
Erica, on the other hand—
Had already collapsed to her knees.
Unlike Kanon, she had no Izumi shielding her.
Before a Heretic God, she couldn't even lift her weapon.
It was—
Utterly terrifying.