Basilio was particularly unique even among the characterful fixers.

Unlike his gentlemanly exterior appearance, his mask resembled the form of a demon and the atmosphere he exuded was very ferocious.

It was an atmosphere as if he had continued the act of slaughter for decades, accumulating the smell of blood in his body and then compressing it.

But then again, when you had conversations with him, he was also quite humorous and mischievous.

From his external appearance to his atmosphere, speech and behavior. The evaluation that came from comprehensively combining all of Basilio's various elements was that he was a mysterious man whose true intentions were hard to figure out.

Dangerous yet friendly. Light-hearted yet serious.

It wasn't for nothing that he joined hands with Ronan to establish Violet Fox. Therefore, there was no great reason to be surprised to encounter him in such a secretive place.

"Did you also have business on this side?"

"Well, you could say that. Before I could move, I heard noisy sounds from inside, and it turned out my junior was already in action. Did you tell Ronan before coming?"

"You don't seem to have told him either."

"Oops. It was mutual then. So when we go back later, let's keep it a secret from Ronan between the two of us. You understand, right?"

The senior person nonchalantly suggested that the two of them conspire together to lie to their intermediary. But Osian didn't particularly refuse that proposal. Since he had already lied to Ronan once, it bothered him inwardly to tell the unnecessary truth.

More than that, he was also curious about what business Basilio had come here for.

'I was able to find out about this secretive ballroom thanks to Amenora and Grace, but how did Basilio find his way here?'

Of course, he was one of the top skilled individuals in the fixer industry, so he might have other connections that this side didn't know about. Even so, not only did he secretly infiltrate this place without being caught, but he even quietly assassinated a high priest of the Eternal Church.

From the first time he saw him, he felt it, but indeed he seemed to be no ordinary skilled person.

"You bastard, what the hell are you!"

The priest who was stuck in the moonlight blade and pinned to the floor like an insect specimen shouted. He had called for a colleague who had been waiting in advance, but that colleague appeared with his severed head, so he couldn't help but be quite shocked.

Regardless of what he was doing, Osian and Basilio continued their conversation among themselves.

"Let's keep it a secret as you suggested, and what's your purpose for coming here?"

"Same as my junior. I'm looking for the headquarters of guys like this one here."

Basilio said while shaking the head he was holding in his hand. The head of the Eternal Church priest, dead with bulging eyes, was gruesome just to look at, but Basilio seemed unfazed.

From the point where he had so easily killed a fallen one who couldn't be killed by ordinary methods, he had already transcended normalcy by far.

"Why are you chasing these guys, junior? I know there's no reason for you to be involved with them."

"These bastards took my stuff and are conducting experiments with it as they please."

"Ah, then it can't be helped."

Basilio didn't ask what had been stolen. Instead, he asked something else straightforwardly.

"That guy over there. If I ask you to yield him to me, will you listen?"

"If I yield him?"

"I have to kill him."

"That won't work. I have things I need to hear from this guy."

"Hmm. I understand what you're trying to say. But those kinds of guys won't spill what they know just because you give them simple physical pain."

It was a tone that showed he knew fallen ones well. Indeed, fallen ones, especially priests serving the Red Eternity at that level, had no choice but to be free from such physical pain.

In the first place, these were monsters who twisted their own bodies to make them like whips, or had tentacles grow through their skin. If they couldn't block the pain sensation, they would experience the agony of their organs and skin twisting and tearing each time, which would be too strange.

Therefore, capturing them alive was not easy in itself, and even if you did, extracting information through torture like this was virtually impossible.

"That would be true if you used ordinary methods."

Osian said that and lightly flicked the handle of the moonlight blade embedded in the fallen one's body with his finger.

It was a light action, but that alone made the fallen one scream as if he would collapse. It wasn't acting on purpose, but a scream that squeezed out from deep in his soul to his lungs. Basilio, who figured out that it wasn't fake, asked as if amazed.

"No, this is really surprising. To think these tough ones would suffer this much. Even the high priests of the Petra Holy State have difficulty dealing with these guys with their divine power."

Fallen ones did react somewhat to the Petra Vatican's divine power, but that wasn't because they were opposing forces, but because they were powers of the same kind.

Although they were called fallen ones, what they served were ultimately outer gods. Though outer gods were said to have come from outside, as the name had 'god' in it, the power they bestowed was also divine in origin, only different in form.

Therefore, they could influence other fallen ones but it was difficult to act as opposing forces. But the power Osian possessed was different.

In the first place, this power was light that denied the existence of gods. Beyond that, it was the power to burn all things approaching from outside.

Therefore, even if it was divine power from outside, Osian could burn it as much as he wanted. For fallen ones, the true opposing force was precisely the power of stars that knights emitted.

"Whatever the case, with this method you should be able to extract the information you want sufficiently. I'm fully convinced of that part. But that guy still has to die."

"Why?"

"Because he killed too many people in this place."

At first he wondered what that meant, but he could understand the reason immediately. Right. This ballroom was held for the purpose of fallen ones fostering friendship with each other.

And the way such fallen ones would use their mutual friendship wouldn't end with just gathering and chatting. Right now, wasn't what the fallen one had offered in a cup from the second-floor balcony as a toast human blood?

And that blood was so red that it was hard to believe it was from someone who had died long ago.

Osian silently looked down at the fallen one. The guy was keeping his mouth tightly shut due to the cold that froze his body and the pain crossing his entire body. But in those eyes looking up at Osian, fear was already full.

"Can you guide us?"

"It will be quite shocking if you see it directly."

"But I have to see it."

Osian pulled out the moonlight blade stuck in the fallen one's abdomen. Just that was painful enough that the fallen one tried to scream, but Osian's sword beheading the guy's neck came first.

Without Starlight or Moonlight, he had purely cut the guy's neck with the sword's power, so the fallen one didn't die. Osian gripped the guy's hair like a handle.

"Hmm. Then it can't be helped."

At that merciless and ominous appearance, Basilio casually threw the head of the fallen one he had killed to the floor.

At that moment, several legs sprouted from the fallen one's head with a terrible sound. Chitinous legs reminiscent of crustaceans broke through the skull and neck cross-section, and the guy tried to crawl away quickly like a cockroach to escape.

"That won't do."

But as if he had already expected this, Basilio lightly extended his hand toward the head.

A red flash shot out, piercing through the forehead of the escaping fallen one.

Osian belatedly realized that it wasn't a flash, but a blood thorn that had extended long.

The fallen one, whose forehead center was pierced by the blood thorn, tried to escape by waving his crustacean legs, but it was useless.

"Did you think I didn't know you were pretending to be dead?"

"You bastard...!"

The moment he opened his mouth to shout something, the blood thorn that had entered through his forehead bloomed with thorns in all directions.

Countless red thorns bloomed from inside the fallen one's skull and shot out in all directions, piercing through the guy's head. Unable to withstand the power of the thorns, the guy's head was shredded without leaving a trace.

Although he was a fallen one who wouldn't die easily, and moreover a high priest of the Eternal Church, there was no way out if his head was chopped up this finely.

"One mouth is enough."

Basilio said to Osian while retrieving the red thorn he had extended.

Seeing that sight, the fallen one whose head was being held in Osian's hand trembled his pupils greatly. The sight of a priest evaluated as equal to himself, or slightly stronger, dying futilely had shocked him.

But even knowing that, he couldn't struggle to escape. It wasn't that he had become obedient knowing he would die if he tried, but rather it was more accurate to say he couldn't do so. Due to the power of Moonlight that Osian had used, a considerable number of his body cells had died, and because of that, he now lacked even the strength to sprout tentacles from his head.

Osian followed behind Basilio, who was guiding him, while holding the guy's head like a lantern.

The mansion was large and complex, but Basilio moved without hesitation, as if he had already familiarized himself with the geography of this place. Soon the two people and one head arrived at a hidden, secretive place in the mansion.

And it was also the place where the smell of blood was thickest inside the mansion.

"Disgusting."

Just from the stench, Osian frowned. Even when he had entered the internal passages of this fallen one who was now just a head, it hadn't been this bad.

And the scene that unfolded was enough to make Osian's heart turn cold.

There were corpses that seemed to have undergone all kinds of human experiments everywhere. Blood and organs, piles of bones, terrible dissection diagrams and specimens. And even more disgusting than that were the corpses of people contained in the large coffin in the center.

The bastards had pushed more than ten people into a large, wide special coffin, then squeezed them to death with a giant press as they were.

The reason was simple. It was to consume the blood squeezed out of people.

There were no survivors in this place. Since it was a feast to supply blood to the fallen ones at tonight's banquet, they had done the work immediately.

But it wasn't purely for the purpose of blood supply alone. Looking at some corpses with clear traces of torture, the guy had sadistically played with them beyond the purpose of consumption.

Osian didn't have the sentimental thought that these people died because he was late.

Because these were people he had never met. Though it was regrettable, it wasn't to the extent of shedding tears or being sad.

But at least he felt anger. That was a proper emotion to have as a human.

"This is why I didn't want to bring you."

"No. I still had to see it. These bastards were hiding in the city and committing such acts."

Osian looked down coldly at the head of the fallen one he was holding.

"I can't give you tearful mourning, but as a human being, I'll at least give you revenge corresponding to that."

Osian spoke words of condolence in his own way toward the dead, and placed the fallen one's head on the floor. The fallen one saw the blood still flowing on the floor of the place and his eyes rolled back as he tried to stick out his tongue.

Though he could normally suppress his greed for blood, now that only his head remained, even that wasn't possible.

The sight of the guy, left with only his head, somehow trying to stick out just his tongue to lick blood was both ridiculous and disgusting at the same time.

-Crack.

Osian trampled on the guy with his boot while bringing his sword that blazed with Starlight.

-Sizzle!

When he scraped the guy's cheek with the Starlight sword like that, the fallen one with only his head left screamed.

"Kyaaaah!"

"What were you trying to do here? You'd better speak properly."

Of course, not expecting an immediate answer, Osian drew all kinds of various pictures on the guy's head with his Starlight sword.

The fallen one who had screamed desperately now answered weakly with a hoarse voice.

"Believers, we were conducting a ritual to increase believers."

"These victims?"

"Eternity desires human blood. The more blood we offer, the greater the power bestowed upon us. So we have been periodically supplying people to increase the church's influence!"

Of course, they would have carefully selected only people who wouldn't matter if kidnapped.

That was possible in Tirna. Among the districts in the 40s, especially in places with notorious reputations, it was said that the meat hanging in butcher shops wasn't pork but human.

"So you crushed them alive to death?"

"That, that's... Kyaaaah!"

"Don't stutter. I'll ask the next question. Tell me the location of the main base where those fallen ones you follow stay."

Even the guy who had been screaming couldn't speak about this much, as he kept his mouth tightly shut and rolled his eyeballs back and forth. Osian immediately demonstrated the price of silence.

When he deeply stabbed and gouged out one eye with Starlight, the guy couldn't endure it and screamed again.

But even so, he wouldn't reveal the location of the main base until the end.

"Hmm. It's awkward for me to say this now, but there's no need for that anymore."

Then, Basilio intervened.

"Are you worried he might die like this? That you won't be able to get information?"

"No. Rather the opposite."

"The opposite?"

"You can kill him. Actually, I know the location of their main base."

At those words, the fallen one who had been tortured by Osian opened his eyes wide.