His Name Is Calix

“Calix! There’s a bounty on your head all over the city! Where do you plan to go? How will you survive?”

“....”

He didn’t plan to survive.

He had no reason to.

He would kill every last Maenok in this world, then offer his own sinful life to God. The moment he killed the Pope, his own life no longer belonged to this world, too.

Becoming a wandering mercenary outside the city had always been his intended path.

He had broken away from the holy guard, choosing to walk alone.

When he first saw his own bounty poster, he hadn’t been surprised.

“I won’t be living in the city. The bounty doesn’t concern me.”

“What? What the hell does that mean?”

“The day I kill the last Maenok... that’ll be my last day too.”

It was a thought he had carried for a long time, one he accepted without hesitation.

But as he spoke, his voice wavered—just slightly.

Because a face flashed before his eyes.

A woman who couldn’t do anything without him.