Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

Various, nasty-faced groups came into the building.

He always looks like a bright red robe.

The archbishop is in the red robe, the man on the left and right is in the red robe... a wand? The warrior type seems like a bad idea.

Archbishop. On the surface I'm fixing a smile, but I'll have to laugh with my nose after hearing that drunk solemn curse at myself.

"Nevertheless, no... I didn't think you'd betray me, Ashley. Even this one came because there were no pawns other than you that could move."

The Archbishop is chattering, and the people around him are spreading left and right to surround us.

You're totally willing to dispose of it.

"Betrayal or nothing, it was the Archbishop who put his voice into this magic tool, wasn't it?

"It was a miscalculation, I didn't know you forgot to stop recording magic props. You've noticed that for a long time."

"No, it looks like the orphanage kid found it for me. I didn't even notice the voice."

"... thin dirty kids all the time"

The archbishop goes small and evil.

It's a moment of change, a small voice. But in the wide and quiet cathedral the voice was heard well.

Next door, breathtaking sounds too.

Again, to that extent, such as the archbishop of the counterfeit in question?

There can be no such thing as a labor for orphans on humans who buy people's status with gold, and their eyes are only on the color of the mud filled with abstinence.

This guy is not a vessel that stands on people.

"The Archbishop is supposed to be on that side, isn't he? Well, I knew Jake would."

"It has become one to the Red God. Don't you think it would be an honor?

"If it's such an honor, why don't you integrate yourself?

"No, I still have things to do, so very, very..."

Yeah, I'll say this if you say so, but I'm still trying to stay in shape as Archbishop, even though I'm lazy about it.

The man turns his face away.

"By the way... who are you?

I thought you would, but apparently he doesn't remember me at all.

So far all black, I thought it was something I might remember... well, I was just looking at it in the distance, and for this guy, the carriage would be more eye-catching to Frederica than me or your man.

Now, how can I give it back when this is the case?

If you look at it from this guy... right.

"How about" The Wicked God's Believer "?

"... you're the one who says funny things"

I mean calm with my mouth, but I know it's frustrating.

You'd be confused as to whether you're talking about the Red Society or the Goddess of the Sun from the Red Society.

As far as hearing voices from demon props is concerned, don't feel embarrassed.

Well, neither is the correct answer.

"I forgot the magic props I seemed to cherish, so I came to deliver them to the orphanage teacher. That's very kind of you, isn't it? It's always been my job to deliver forgotten things."

"Yeah, right.... I didn't think it would be unnatural to deliver a forgotten item if it wasn't in this situation outside."

Well, that's true.

In a situation like this, the gatekeeper wouldn't be able to let someone out in a detour either.

At that point, can you predict that I'm not normal?

"Did you do that outside?

"Well, you are. Became a healing magician, but like using a sword."

"Are you a swordsman but you got [clerics]"

I laugh with my nose and shrug my shoulders in silence at the question.

"Granted a profession that would deny you your own efforts, have you never thought the goddess of the sun was wrong?

"Right. Not once or twice."

The archbishop's eyes open thinly so as to be worthy.

"Then how about The Red Relief Society? As superior beings to the Goddess of the Sun, we hope for the resurrection of the Red God. You seem outstanding. Make sure the executives --"

"Say no."

I just refuse so I can cover my voice.

I will answer the Archbishop, who raises a single eyebrow and shuts up, why.

"You believe in a demon king or something, not a red god, right? So I have control over the number of demons."

……

"It wouldn't be convenient if the rescue came from another city, would it? That's why I'm here."

I take torn pieces of paper out of my pocket and make them look flickering.

Paper pieces... are too worn out. The moment I pinched it with my finger, the black ash fell slightly on the cathedral floor.

The moment I saw a burning cusp that couldn't even confirm such a letter, the Archbishop's thin eyes opened wide.

The people that are spreading around also open their eyes and look at the archbishop in a hurry.

... Hmm, sounds like you're having such an understandable reaction on my cunt, you're just going to be naked talking to the guy who found this paper.

I'm not interested in bastard nakedness, but I'd be interested if this guy's gut was dirty.

"... man. You are really interesting. But don't they tell you you're going to die prematurely?

"No? That's not much to say. That's what you look like."

When I answer to the tease, the archbishop looks to the left and right.

... Is it time to come?

"Let me ask you something. You heard everything you said about that magic trick."

"Of course."

"Ashley. Sound fastening demon props do not have the ability to play along the way. I mean, you heard everything, too."

"Yes."

"Then you know what 'liberation' means."

"Sacrifice, is it" disposition "?"

"Knowing that, I really don't mind answering honestly"

Archbishop shakes his shoulders and laughs at the margins against Ashley, who speaks honestly.

"Hehe... how honest is it that you talk to me. Have you given up yet?

Ashley answers the question clearly.

"I just want to know. Did it make sense in my life after all"

"It made sense. Her hair is red. And gave birth to a red-haired daughter. That alone makes you more worthy than any other believer."

"... other than that? If you were born with it, what about your face? What about the skin you used to take care of? Chores, abilities, personalities and professions…"

The archbishop sighed boringly and just cut it off.

"That would be almost substitute advantageous and meaningless compared to having red hair. I gave birth to a priest. Nothing more valuable than that."

Ashley complains, lays face down and pushes silently.

I shook and held my fist, and screamed in angry shapes.

"She's Myra! I'm not a priest!

"Hmm."

Without any interest, the Archbishop takes the wand out of his nostalgia and turns to this way as he hears Ashley's heart scream.

"Do you still want me to go to the same place as the kid"

"... ugh!? Where did you go Myra?

"Let me also offer you as a sacrifice to the Red God. Be honored."

Is it time for limits, something like that?

We could have had a little more chat.

"Fire Arrow!

Left and right men unleash magic.

Don't be too disciplined to laugh at thorough and red fire magic to that point.

"Wind Barrier"

I used defensive magic when I caught my neighbor Ashley about to step out. Of course it's a double chant.

If it's not alternating chanting or another magic, it's becoming a habit to use it in double chanting.

Naturally, it can't even reach me like a fire arrow.

"Don't move, Ashley."

"Hmm, that sounds pretty level. That's who came to this building in the present situation. But it's not like this."

From behind the Archbishop, two new shadows.

... Did you plant anything else that looked like Assassin?

Next, then.

"--Grr, is this......!?

All of a sudden, physical freedom became unclear, and the archbishop and two men roared, blunting their movements.

I used Hades Hand. Oh, that would be the most nasty attack on the guys who used 'speed' as a weapon.

"So did the Demon King of Madera. Rogue with no speed, etc., is only a clump of feet. If you're still scared of the shit in the back, call me. The magician will deal with you."

The Assassin men look back to the Archbishop.

That face is fear. In contrast, the archbishop had wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"... you guys, what are you doing? Do you both want to be 'liberated'?

In a frightening reaction to the word, the men turned this way and set up a knife.

"Ooh, isn't that a lot of fear politics? I knew a god just red wouldn't do it up or down."

Relentlessness like the goddess of the sun is so much better, and my goddess takes me to the sea, restaurants and luxury lodges for refreshments.

He said there was no comparison.

"Blaspheme the Red God, etc...!

I pull out my sword looking at Assassin who is going to be running with Noronoro.

Are you going to pinch it from left to right, I cut both legs in front of it by checking the Assassins with their hands on the cathedral chair so as to move from the central road to the outer contour side.

Is this a poor ability to compete with the Demon King? It's too late.

Cut the wrists of the Assassins falling in with a grunting voice and pick up the knife.

On the way, the wizards were firing attack magic from left to right, but it's like a hot air in front of my windbarrier.

Now that this magic has also prevented the fire dragon from flaming.

"I thought maybe at the time the Great Oak was being played...... you're not just a magician"

"I still have confidence in my sword. You're pretty good at this, aren't you?

"... Madera's Demon King, did you say? No way, you did?

"Sort of."

I knocked them down with their cooperation, but whoever stabbed the stop wouldn't have been weird.

I hear the Demon King doesn't have any experience.

While we're chatting, Ashley moves before I stop making sure Assassin's gone.

I'm going to clean up the left and right magicians.

The magicians were originally getting laid and shooting magic all over them, but they were alarmed, breathing on their shoulders, that they were giving up when they saw that magic couldn't reach me.

As Ashley's knife glows, a wand falls off her wrist.

Ashley shielded the magician, even as the magician on the other side rushed to shoot magic at Ashley's side.

Throw a knife at a magician who was on the cathedral symmetry in a frightened gap.

The knife pierces the opponent's wrist, and with the scream the man removes the wand.

Ashley came right back, retrieving the cane at her feet.

Collect one knife Assassin had from my hand.

"You're good. Why didn't you do it to Civila?

"I've been thinking about it... I've decided it's dangerous to reject it because if they use magic like the windbarrier now, Lady Russell will just notice it"

... You were a really good Assassin.

After taking a direct hit from the dark magic, he did the moves of leaving in the backstep without losing his severe pain and weakness.

Well, after being so skilled, you mean Sibila was reading the thought?

Just listen, don't be reminded that I'm still not practicing enough either...

"Well, you're alone"

……

The Archbishop stares at me with hatred.

... With this face on, the guide may still have a hidden ball. Don't be alarmed.

"The current state of this oak overflowing, that's what you did with the instructions, right?

"... what are you talking about? In your influence of attacking the Madera dungeon?

"From where we talk about it, you're the one who was raising that bunch of red goblins, and you guys were hoarding the orcs, too? I didn't tell you about Madera's lower level."

……

Open your eyes and step back.

You dug a grave, fool.

Around I can't make that decision, this guy's a trinket.

Bad excuses and bad accusations prick themselves.

I wouldn't do such a detour if I had some modesty... so that's all I was surrounded by blind followers?

There is only silence at times like this.

Don't change your expression either.

I'll do that and finally be a tough opponent.

At least it's a good place for me to get out.

"What do you mean, Lady Russell"

"Red goblins were being raised to flood the city. If I didn't know, I wouldn't say demons flood under the influence of dungeons. In other words, this guy knows that the accumulated demons are overflowing, i.e. 'accumulating oak'. And then... you said it with magic props, right?" Green unleashed on the field, "he said."

Green is definitely, I guess, about oak.

You must have understood that the flag color has gone bad.

The Archbishop... went into the run.

"Stonewall!

......! This guy, keep his men in red. Is he a local attribute to escape!

You're a conservative, self-centered guy everywhere!

As I ran towards the stone wall to chase him... the wall collapsed as soon as I could.

What happened ahead of the collapsed.

"Too unscrupulous, but it's a good decision. That's the leader."

There was Emmy, who would seize the Archbishop, and Civila.