"Wow, Richt. What's wrong with that? Anybody in there?
"Oh, they have the Virgin inside"
"The Virgin...? You've brought someone amazing again."
It was Aria and Richt with the large coffin who appeared before Dorothy, who was carrying out the confirmation of the Necromancer.
Aria's carrying the top, Richt's carrying the bottom.
The Virgin inside seems to be out of stamina with too much noise on the road.
"Aria, can we open it now? You won't be rampaged, and you won't get away with it because you're in a distopia."
"Right. Yikes."
Dosun - and Aria making a noise and dropping the coffin to the ground.
If you're unlucky, it's an action that could have caused a lot of damage to Richt and the Virgin.
Richt carefully opens the lid of the coffin, hissing in his heart.
"Hi- Oh, that? Humans? Ah!? There is a demon king!
The Virgin reunited with the outside world in a dazzling manner.
And he firmly laid his finger upon Aria, saying that he was the demon king.
It also discerns that Richt is human.
It's just a matter of seconds, but as a Virgin, it seems real.
"Hey, why is there a demon king! Hawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawaa
"Richt, can't you calm this guy down?
"Maybe not."
Both Aria and Richter are in a hurried state of honor to the Virgin.
Even if I try to talk to you, I get canceled out by crazy prayer voices.
The usual aria would beat even the pasin and cheeks to silence them, but only this time it would also be an act of oiling the fire.
Dorothy, who saw it, stepped forward, distracting herself.
"Hey, Virgin. I hope you're not too surprised because we're not enemies. I know it suddenly comes back to life and surprises you."
"... who are you? I... have offended the contraindication of being raw again. I disobeyed God..."
"I'm Dorothy. I'm a Necromancer."
"Necromancer!? Oh, that life-threatening being......! You are wrong!
"Huh? Huh...?
Dorothy looks at Chirali and Richt.
From that eye came a tingling message asking me to help.
I didn't think it would work until Dorothy was a far more annoying smell than Richter imagined.
So much loyalty to God, I guess.
"Uh... what's your name? And what teaching?
"My baptismal name is Rael! I believe in the teachings of Gabriel!
"If you were Gabraelic... you would have been taught never to thank me back, right?
Dorothy asks about the teachings of Gabraelism vis-à-vis Rael, given a little bit of thought.
It's not a properly made teaching, it's what happened to be in Dorothy's head.
That's why Rael goes back to his ha-ha serious face, too.
"Yes, there is."
"So what happens when Richt brings Mr. Lael back to life? I think we can think of a way to get Mr. Lael out of the dark."
"Oh no...!
"If God is deciding his destiny, isn't it also God's decision that Mr. Rael has come back to life? So I think Richter did a good job."
"Ugh..."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. - And Rael jumps out of the coffin and runs away.
Apparently it was too difficult a problem to give an answer now.
I just came back to life, and if I faced such a problem, I couldn't help but flat my head.
"... was Dorothy a philosopher?
"No, I didn't know what I was talking about either."
They were two people who knew the difficulty of religion and philosophy.