The Kind of Evil-Chapter 212: Doubts.

‎"You bastard! I'll kill all of you!" A knight charged toward Javi, who stabbed another knight with his Katar right on the Knight's throat.

‎Rasmus swung his sword and decapitated the knight before he could reach Javi. He then looked at a man who was being held hostage by the revolutionary knight.

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‎"Stop! Or I'll kill this man!" The knight shouted with his sword placed on the man's neck.

‎He released Aura and pushed the knight away from the man. He dashed and thrust his sword right on the Knight's helmet, piercing it all the way to the back. The man screamed as he collapsed in fear.

‎The remaining revolutionary knights charged at Rasmus, knowing that running away was no longer an option. Javi and Aris ran past Rasmus and began to kill each of them with a single strike.

‎Rasmus looked at the remaining revolutionary knights who had decided to run away, gambling with their lives. He chased after them and swung his sword at them, releasing a slash wave. He cut them all in half, and they were all screaming and crawling in pain.

‎Once Javi had killed the last knight, he saw the revolutionary knights from a distance, dealing with the Union Knights. He jumped to the tallest building and pulled out his bow.

‎He shot a few arrows in a matter of seconds at them. The distance was more than a hundred meters, but all his arrows hit all the targets. He then saw the mages from the revolutionary army that were casting spells to kill the Union Knights.

‎Before he could pull an arrow from the quiver, lightning bolts struck them and killed them instantly. He looked up and saw Rasmus floating, it was he who killed the mages before they could react.

‎Novia created a Mana barrier, preventing the archers from killing the knights and civilians. She didn't want to kill, so all she did was to protect the Union army and the civilians.

‎Rasmus didn't stop advancing with Aris and Javi near him. They got rid of the remaining revolutionary army that was trying to leave the city. Nobody could escape from those three, even Thalior and the Union army was terrified by them.

‎"They're not acting like knights... They're like hunters chasing their hunts..." A knight muttered as he watched those three massacre the revolutionary army near the gate.

‎"Thank God that they're on our side..." Another knight nodded in agreement with the sweat all over his face underneath the helmet.

‎Once they occupied the Crandle City, all the knights gathered the corpses. They already knew about the existence of the Corrupted, which could bring the dead back to life, and they had done it a few times by now. They didn't have a choice, especially seeing their comrades who died, to be burned to ashes.

‎"This is the fourth city that we have taken away from the revolutionary parties. We have reduced their numbers and power quite significantly," Thalior looked at the map as he removed his gloves. "What are the odds of them abandoning the capital city?"

‎"Close to none at the moment. They still have a lot of manpower and a whole city that can defend them. They should have prepared all the arsenal they have and placed them in the capital city by now," Rasmus answered and looked down at the map. "They might retreat once they realize it's unwinnable."

‎"That's what I thought as well. It has been four days since we set foot on this kingdom. They must have taken all the arsenal and placed them in the capital city," Thalior nodded in agreement.

‎"We have enough manpower to surround the capital city, but Aris and I can cover the west and north gates. Javi and Lady Novia can cover the east gate while the Union army can cover the south gate," Rasmus pointed at the gates to enter and exit the capital city.

‎Thalior didn't doubt Aris and Rasmus could single-handedly block the gates on their own. Rasmus was a mage they even Great Sage Lenin recognized, and not to mention the Blackheart family produced great mages.

‎"Let's do that," Thalior nodded, trusting his guts and Rasmus's words. "What do you think, Lady Novia? Can you hold the east gate with Sir Javi?" He looked at Novia with his brows raised.

‎"I can create a barrier that prevents them from leaving. But what about the civilians? We must consider their safety," Novia said, looking at Rasmus and Thalior.

‎"Grayson..." Thalior looked at the door.

‎A man wearing a black robe, covering his face with a shawl that only revealed his brown eyes, appeared. He entered the room and went to one knee as he lowered his head and one fist on the floor.

‎"Order the whole Black Scarf unit to scout the capital city and not alert the enemy," Thalior looked down at Grayson. "If they tried to harm the civilians during the war, execute them without getting noticed," he ordered.

‎Grayson nodded and then left the room without making a sound. Javi noticed Grayson's movements, it was the technique that belonged to the Sand Tower.

‎Rsmus, Aris, and Javi had noticed Grayson and the Black Scarf unit when they lived in the South Neva Union headquarters. They knew that Thalior had a specific unit to deal with things in secrecy, but they had never confronted them.

‎"We will rest for the next two days here. If there's no response from them, we will move on the third day in the morning," Thalior looked at Rasmus and Novia with a serious expression.

‎They both nodded with understanding and left the room.

‎"Count, may I have a few words with you?" Novia asked as soon as they left the room.

‎"Lead the way, Lady Novia," Rasmus nodded.

‎Novia led Rasmus to the other side of the mansion, where they stayed for the next few days. She entered the parlor and respectfully pointed at the coach so Rasmus could sit first before her.

‎"What's bothering you, My Lady?" Rasmus asked as he sat down.

‎"The Emissary in Central Neva. She was an interesting figure that it was hard for anyone, even my master and Her Holiness to confront her," Novia said and sat down across from Rasmus.

"Interesting? How's she interesting?" Rasmus asked with his brows furrowed.

"She... She was compassionate, and she taught nothing related to demons or tried to convince the people that she was a savior or tried to mislead the people in any way," Novia answered as she looked at her hands. "She even tried to lead the people who lost their way and made them believe in God," she added as she played with her fingers.

Rasmus didn't find it surprising at all because the fallen angels were once devoted to God. They were more devoted to God than humans ever could, after all, they were once angels.

"What is her name?" Rasmus asked.

"Penema," Novia answered.

Rasmus tried to remember the names of the fallen angels, and the closest that fitted with her description would be Penemue. The fallen angel that taught humanity writings and literature, which was why Penema tried to bring humanity back on the right path. There was no harm in her methods, but in the Book of Enoch, Penemue was neutral, and it was humans who used that knowledge to question everything, even God.

"It's not her that you need to worry about, it's the people," Rasmus said as he leaned back and crossed his legs. "When a human heart has even a tiny space of doubt, it will grow. It's not Penema that you need to worry about, but the knowledge that humans interpret it wrongly that creates doubt," he explained and stared into Novia's eyes.

Novia raised her brows, her mouth hung open after she listened to Rasmus's answer. She never thought it that way, and even both Astrea, the Saint, and Lenin, the Great Sage, failed to see it. She realized that the emissaries' mission was to bring doubts to humanity, which was why they gained followers in the first place.

"The simplest and yet the hardest thing to do is to remove doubts in the people's hearts. If you want to get rid of Penema or to see her true color, do that," Rasmus suggested as he fixed his sitting. "It's hard because to have a blind faith in God, that can be interpreted differently and can affect people differently," he added.

"Is that the only thing we can do?" Novia asked.

"No, but would they dare to take an extreme measure to get rid of her once and for all? We are here in South Neva, waging a war just because they don't want to take extreme measures. Nothing can feel right if you put emotions and ideals into everything," Rasmus smiled at Novia.

Novia looked at the ceiling, aimlessly as she took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

"Nobody wants to be hurt, to suffer, but they're not the same as the others. It has always been like that. You can interpret that however you like, but some have to lose to let the other win," Rasmus said as he stood up. "Stand where you believe in, and others will question your belief. Good day, Lady Novia," he smiled and then left the room.