I’m Going to Destroy this Country

The Saintess.

The hammer sent by the god to punish evil.

The brave blue lion of the punitive force, swinging holy light.

The brightest light in the Holy Empire, the knight of the highest prestige and honor in the Empire…

There are many names, but in a nutshell, it’s a story about an exorcist.

A knight of light of the highest rank, only to eliminate the <Demon King>.

And it wasn’t just any Demon King.

Since the beginning of human history, it’s a being painstakingly created by gods to annihilate the ‘Skeleton King’, known as the worst and lowest.

From the goddess of beauty to the most powerful god of battle, and even unnamed minor gods, it was a being created by all sorts of gods gathered together.

So what happened?

What indeed.

In the divine beauty given by the gods, even the demons were dizzied and spun around. The demon faction was devastated by the overwhelming combat skills of the Saintess.

People naturally thought that with such an onslaught, the Skeleton King would soon be conquered.

But who is the Skeleton King?

-Sigh, they sure love to fuss over useless things.

The Skeleton King mercilessly captured the knight of light sent by the gods and hung them in front of the people.

They didn’t have the ambition of a child, they beat him generously, telling him not to come back… what a bunch of nonsense!

-Killing the Demon King is my mission!

She self-destructed and fell back!

‘These crazy jerks!’

Crazy, but in a decent way, the Saints didn’t care about the means if it was to kill the Skeleton King.

Even their vitality was at the level of cockroaches thanks to the protection of the gods, and their original strength became stronger with each generation.

Thanks to this, the Skeleton King honestly felt the threat of death when he collided with the 81st generation Saintess.

So he did his best to completely destroy the Saintess and those associated with her.

So that it could never happen again.

Trample it so that even dreams of subjugating the Demon King could not be dreamt of.

I was sure of it… but.

‘What the hell, a descendant of the Saintess’ family?!’

At the mention of being a descendant of the Saintess family, the Skeleton King held his head.

No, of course, if it’s the bloodline of the Saintess, it’s the best bloodline. Just by looking at his abilities, he’s the best body with nothing more to desire.

Perfectly strong enough to take revenge on the gods. To such an extent that it would be impossible if it wasn’t for this lineage.

There’s only one problem.

At the same time, he could understand why the knights of Eshua changed their gaze at the name of the Skeleton King.

“Eshua is a proud family that deals with God’s enemies from generation to generation and is the only one to produce the Saintess.”

“The Saintess lives only for the destruction of the Skeleton King.”

The Skeleton King tightly shut his eyes.

Damn it, I never asked about the Saintess’ surname!

But even so, why didn’t I notice?

If the Saintess is from a certain family, I wouldn’t have noticed…

“The Saintess, in case her family members fall into the hands of the Demon King, concealed all information. Even her dress was thoroughly hidden.”

“How much she did for her family members…”

No, you should have clarified that!

If you don’t clarify it, innocent victims like this happen! Damn!

“Even the Skeleton King, who is the Demon King, didn’t even fight, he just ran away and threw the Saintess into a maze like a petty guy.”

“It’s definitely because he deliberately didn’t fight, and spared her to let her go.”

“Yes, right. As a knight, it’s probably more painful to have your pride broken than to die. It’s typical of a crafty leader of the demons.”

The Skeleton King grabbed the back of his neck again with a rattle in hand.

No, it’s just because I didn’t want to see her self-destruct!

They would stop talking if they saw their flesh splattering.

And it’s always better to stay alive, sitting there talking about pride or something.

‘Those barbarians who go on a rampage without even turning on the blinkers.’

Why do you think I use magic?

In the first place, not only was he confident in using his head more than his body, but he also didn’t want to see corpses.

He was disgusted by blood or corpses because of past events. The event that took away his parents was a trigger.

But with magic, the Skeleton King could turn everything into dust in an instant.

Then why not deal with the Saintess with magic?

If it was possible, he would have done it a long time ago!

The magic defense of the Saintess, endowed with divine power, was beyond imagination.

To kill her, he had to completely disable her and then personally behead her or pull out her heart.

She was so tough that no one could hurt the Saintess but him.

And it wasn’t for nothing that he tried to annihilate the Saintess alive.

Killing the Saintess was a loss for the Skeleton King.

From the perspective of the gods, creating and maintaining the Saintess itself consumed a lot of divine power, so they couldn’t just increase the numbers.

If expanded, that power must be reclaimed so that there wouldn’t be a significant strain on the divine world.

As such, if the Skeleton King killed the Saintess, they would be thankful and readily produced the next generation. This time they would even finish upgrading.

In other words, leaving the Saintess alive was a way to consume the gods’ power.

So, he ignored her desire to fight on purpose and left her wandering to death in a deserted place…

“All the Saints of the past were furious. If you won’t fight, just kill me or take me as a slave like a true Demon King!”

Shit! What good is bringing a lunatic who enjoys violence!

Soon, the Emperor spoke with a serious expression.

“Yes, I understand the anger towards the Skeleton King. If it weren’t for that cunning Skeleton King, the Eshua family wouldn’t have fallen into decline.”

Shut up, moneybag!

If I hadn’t defeated the Saintess, I would have been ruined!

Anyway, I think I understand now.

‘Why did they treat me as weak? Because they lost their honor and power even though they couldn’t deal with me.’

It wasn’t a difficult story.

The existence of the Saints was to annihilate the Skeleton King. However, they failed to accomplish this for hundreds of years.

What kind of treatment would a Saintess who failed to fulfill her duty receive in the Holy Empire over hundreds of years?

And considering the personalities of the previous popes, it wasn’t strange that they treated the Eshua family and the Saintess as a disgrace to the Holy Empire.

They were just those kinds of guys.

‘Well, it’s fine.’

The Saintess is my ancestor?

What’s so great about that?

Even if the Saintess was his ancestor, the Skeleton King stood tall.

He had no choice.

‘I intended to bring the gods to ruin, but I’ve never killed a Saintess…’

“There are only 10 Saints who died of starvation in the maze because of the Skeleton King.”