Return of Overthinker

Chapter 87

I observe Livia carefully. Despite the chaos I've unleashed Sariel with rank 1 tasked to eliminate all physical demons around Babel, Livia is here, unscathed.

This can only mean one thing: she isn't a physical being but a spirit, and this sudden, piercing pain in my chest must be the result of a spiritual attack—perhaps a curse or black magic.

Evading a spiritual attack or black magic generally isn't difficult for someone with a deep faith in the True Source, the God.

Unfortunately, my faith is lukewarm at best, so I can only pray with what little conviction I have.

“Dear True Source, please protect me from all kinds of evil spirits. Send me your Light and Love for protection.”

As the words leave my lips, a soft, almost translucent light surrounds me, forming a shield. It isn’t particularly vivid, yet it’s sufficient to make Livia recoil.

Light always could destroy the darkness; it works like a charm.

“You will never break my black magic contract with the King, and all of these souls