A Wish to Grab Happiness

The disappearance of Garras-Gargantia, the head of the Inheritance Corps, into a disastrous black fog that is likely to devour the Great Temple itself.

Those two anomalies meshed together and yet the Cathedral Knights were not even in sight with the word disintegration. I haven't forced anyone to turn their backs on those unknown events.

One sees his comrade fall and waves a spear with approved witchcraft. He is a sorcerer armed with more forgiveness than God to fight against God's enemies. Martial arts to crush the enemies of God.

The things that have been wielded by them, good intentions and malice, all lose their cause and effect, and are regarded as God's enemies without a whole lot. That much power is given to the Cathedral Knight.

The Cathedral Knight is an institution that butchers and eats divine enemies, and at the same time creates divine enemies.

It has sometimes been one evil cause of their power up to the point of violence, but now at this time it will be exactly the right way to be treated of power.

At least, this dense, muddy and whole black fog is no longer a biblically engraved being. It is very much not God's forgiveness, such as how to unconscious the person who drank it.

If so, it is clogged. This is the enemy of God. God enemies are our enemies. The black fog was approved as a divine enemy.

The tip of the magical armor pierces the enemies of God, whatever lies ahead. That is the protection of God, as I would say.

I guess that's why. The moment the black fog, which should not even be on his nose, such as sorcery or martial arts, touched a spear waved by the Cathedral Knight, he did beat himself off and was stuffy.

Still, it would soon undo its appearance again, but the effect itself was.

The accompanying Helt-Stanley tilts the blade sword as he captures its likelihood at the edge of his sight. I weighed slightly more than I used to. I waved it up with both hands, and at the same time my golden eyes were slightly distorted.

- It's like a curse turbulence. Don't get swallowed up, this one.

If you shake it with your own white blade, you can repel the black mist at all costs. With the support of the ecclesiastical knights who wield approved sorcery, we will be able to endure this occasion for the time being.

But that's all.

The black fog only shakes the limbs slightly in an attempt to get its body cut off, and there is no wind that it was greatly influenced by anything. Later on, it comes this way as if it were a big wave.

All of them must have their legs taken by the weight and their necks tightened like that.

Then there is no longer any significance or significance in being square against black fog, or continuing to wave swords and spears without turning your back like a knight. What we need to do now is something else.

The golden right eye, let's shake it. The white blade cut off the space with a haughty speed, slightly bouncing the black fog. But still, it doesn't show the sweetness to disperse on the spot. The back teeth, they rang.

Take a few steps back as you make the white blade jump.

"Holy Virgin, go away. You won't be able to enjoy this place anymore. Secure exit. The Virgin alone has escaped."

Behind her back, there were signs that the Virgin blinked her eyelids. Don't turn your gaze, just stand your ears up. In the meantime, I was looking at a spot of black mist.

A smooth voice color strokes Hert's ears, like singing in a song. Even though this was the situation, there seemed to be no bare gesture of pessimism in the voice of Arueno the Virgin.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Whether you leave or proceed, it will be God's guidance."

In those words, I could see that the golden eye of the Virgin was referring to the diocesan knights who kept waving their weapons forward. But I guess that's what they're asking.

Hert's lips picked words for a moment.

A cathedral knight is a man who is brave everywhere, and so faithful to his duty everywhere. If it is to ensure the safety of the Virgin, of all the lives she throws, she will then spit out flesh and blood. Without their help that way, not very much, but I can't hope to secure the Virgin's exit, etc.

Hert moves his vision as he ripples his lips. In the rear, too, I could see signs of black fog opening my eyes. Exhale, leak.

"- Deputy Director. The Gallus Inheritance Commander has been lost and this place will not be long. I was wondering if the black fog should cut through the thin areas and ensure the Virgin's exit. Even if all of us are thrown away."

With that said, Helt whined in his chest, holding his strength in both hands with the sword, that there would be no such thing as an easy acceptance of the word.

I am not a cathedral knight myself, I am only in the standing position of a Garras-Gargantian companion. It's like being stuck without authority or title. What would no longer be a cathedral knight could not have listened to outsiders so easily.

Helt understood that very well. Since I was in the walled city of Galuamaria when I thought of it, I have witnessed many times how the good and evil of words are judged depending on my title.

Though at the time I took it with such a ridiculous judgment that the acceptable language was the right one and that which was not was surely the right one.

Helt opened his lips once now after seeing the deputy director reluctantly put out words while distorting that mouth.

"More so than the head of the Gallus inheritance delegation. If anything happens to me, I want to make sure the Virgin is safe."

For a moment in the words, the vice president made his fingers jump, and then told him in a bitter voice. I could see him with a bitter grin on his mouth, even as he leaked his sigh.

"Now accompany Lord Helt-Stanley and two Cathedral knights. I took the Virgin, and you assured her of her exit. - I'm sorry, I've distracted you."

As pitiful as it was, he spilled so much stupidity, that the deputy narrowed his eyes, and thus pulled the sword out of the sheath that was prepared for the shield.

I guess he's going to stay here to see that coming forward and turning his back without talking about anything anymore. While I know I'll be a throwaway stone.

There is zero exhalation from the mouth of the hert. It quickly disappeared somewhere as it changed its appearance in white. To see how the deputy chief was doing, apparently the intentions of this one had been discerned.

It was naturally nothing more than a falsehood, such as having received instructions from Garras-Gargantia. In the first place, he is not a person who assumes passively that if anything happens to him, etc.

With that in mind, the deputy director must have listened to himself.

The helt closed the eyelid for a moment. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes wide.

The cathedral knight who was told to accompany him, so that he can also be seen by the Virgin, points to some of the black fog with a white blade. Hert saw with his right eye that there was some kind of relaxation in that part.

No matter, it could be some kind of trap, or it could really be a coincidence. But there can be no time to ask the truth. Then we have to go.

With a white blade, he made sure to go in front of the Virgin and let her hang her legs. Between them, nevertheless, the helt distorts the cheeks.

- Nevertheless, I wonder what it would mean if I had seen it before, such as making a lie and making things happen.

Perhaps he would say with a straight eye that he could not be quite right.

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Beyond the black fog, there was a place.

A hall decorated with majestic decorations, worthy of the name of the Great Temple. Probably used in the past, rituals, etc. Something like a white altar or candlestick is seen, and a statue created by scraping stones floats there with creeps.

It seems that the white stones that make up the temple possess lights. Because of this, it's not as if we can't see ahead, but it's not so bright, and the darkness continues everywhere.

It was a strange, unspeakable and odd space.

The fantastic hallway that brings up bright lights really makes my brain wonder if this place is a reality or maybe a sight I'm seeing in my dreams.

Helt-Stanley raised his ear and stared at the end of the hall with his naked eyes.

Behind it is Arueno the Virgin, and even more behind it are two diocesan knights taking their feet step by step, stirring a sense of crisis.

I can't help it. Naturally, it's a place to be vigilant. Anyway, that black fog, which nearly halved the Cathedral Knight with a tight breath, gave way surprisingly easily to this place.

It would be easier to call them God's blessings, but not so many Cathedral knights have left everything with God.

Weren't we lured here? Such thoughts sprout naturally.

Therefore, the steps of the Cathedral Knight are heavy, and their five senses are sharpened everywhere. The eyes were swinging from left to right, turning into suspicion itself.

But Helt-Stanley, no. The dazzling golden stare at the shadow that sat on the altar at the end of the hall.

It's something that sits still too quietly, so it blends into the darkness itself around it, and in the dimness I can't really grasp who it is. At first glance, it would have even looked like a decorated statue.

Hert found his skin tingling naturally. Both fists gripping the great sword, grunting, sounding. Helt understood more than anyone that it was not just a ritual statue in front of him.

Forward, I moved on. I'm just saying that I don't even care about one thing anymore, such as the existence behind it. The golden eyes were just staring at the palms in front of them.

The left eye, which no longer loses light, leaks a whimper, like a whimper.

Hot. From that night on, Helt found out that what had not disappeared, whether in the battlefield or in the political arena, was now crying out behind his gut. Very, very hot.

My cheeks, they ripple.

"Was it white as an invitation? Would it have been better to lure her out on a beautiful moonlight anyway?"

A shadow abruptly leaked words as if to mock himself. That bare gesture and tone are no different from that night.

Huh, Helt was remembering what he said that day.

- If me and you want to shoulder to shoulder, this is the only way.

Yes, now it's just me and him, enemies. But what happened? More than that, I felt that feeling in my chest, more like I hadn't met a friend in a long time.

"No, you won't have any choice but to go away pointlessly. Besides, you might have come out here without an invitation."

Behind the Great Temple. The eyes of the shadow and the golden gaze overlapped as nature. None of them said a word about why or how.

It was just quiet, but there was a huge amount of heat here.