Black Summoner

- - Heart of the Evil God/Holy Grail Divine Area (Holy Charis)

The great cavity, called the heart of the evil god, in the heart of the land of Nara (Avisland). The entrance to the sanctuary created by the proxy is hidden somewhere inside the complex interior of the labyrinth. That is the realm created by the witch's secret art, The Holy Grail Divine (Holy Charis). It is a supermassive junction that mimics the shape of the temple, purifying every poison, every curse. This makes no evil present inside the temple; on the contrary, the field is filled with divine force.

The proxy, Iris, is located in the deepest part of the temple. A room formed of majestic walls on all fours with a sense of distance. The central temple sways like an illusion, everything is pure white, but for this reason it is not more realistic. Inside the temple is a small, baby bedside. Iris was beside him, constantly turning the Virgin's smile to her bedside.

"Uh. In the end, did the guilty escape the apostle as well? It's not jammed."

Serge, who fell asleep on the roof of the temple, spills his stupidity with his mouth pointy. This space is where the apostles once gathered. Serge is very human, whether he's heartbroken by the fact that there aren't many people to gather with, or whether he misses and misses friends who can easily chat with him. But even in those words Iris spoke in a tone full of charity without changing his expression in particular.

"The culprit fulfilled his mission. And luckily, she lived longer. This isn't about joy, is it? The best we can do is to pray for her happiness and honor the covenant we have made."

"But the chances of a few girls chatting time with each other have been drastically reduced, right? It was the only entertainment for me, wasn't it? Don't think it's an exaggeration to say that this is a liberal situation."

"If you want to use your time beneficially, look at this supreme smile. Babies are often honorable, treasures of life. You will understand that your troubles are nasty."

"No, it's the mountains that want to do that. That kid only looks like a surrogate, doesn't he? It's a little more difficult for me."

"Oh, you did. If so, let's just assume that I will be the only one. Oh, you're in a really good mood today. It's a pleasure."

"Um, I'd like you to help me with the lost lamb here, too."

As it turns out, Iris has devoted himself to the task of keeping an eye on the contents of the bedroom. Like having a conversation, it doesn't last long if the other person doesn't feel like it. Serge feels terribly nostalgic for an assassin who could converse casually, an anti-soul who thrived on a lower story like only a woman could, and a convict who listens silently to him until the end, blurring out the irreplaceable white landscape.

(proxy, I've changed...... back in the day, I've been fine and talking dirty about myself -)

Serge remembers the old days. An occasional oddity when Iris was ruling the country as a witch of Delamis.

"- Neither now nor ever, because you haven't, have you?

"Haha, did you find out? I've made a serious-style decision, but the deputy can't be deluded. It's easy for me to read my mind."

"Since when do you think we've been dating? You'll see in a little atmosphere. Besides, it's the only time I can indulge in my spare time. Almost there will be a returning survivor who sent him on his way as a guide. In other words, it refers to bringing those who forge revenge against Master Elearis. It is also an excellent opportunity for Master Elearis to descend as a true God. Oh, this time is gradually coming......!

"I can't guide the survivors..."

I don't underestimate the power of the survivors, but with or without such guidance, Melfina and the others step in here. Is it something of a brave man's inquiry, Serge thought, as such.

"Thanks to the guilty, I have enough magic. After that, it's a proxy issue, and I'm free, as usual."

"If you're that free, why don't you fish inside the Holy Key? I'm sure you'll get some lucky, convenient leisure tools out there, right?

"Hmm, that's too harmonious of plans to get stuck... I'm not gonna enjoy my inability like this.

………

"Proxy?

It's not that I love the bedroom, but the deputy suddenly shut up. Serge jumps off the roof wondering what's going on, lands on the floor and turns back to you. Just when Iris and I bumped our gaze.

"... I impose my final mission on you, Guardian. Only Goddess Melfina and Reaper Kelvin shall pass through the divine realm of the cradle. Always prevent anyone else from entering. - Promise these two. Can you do that?

Last mission, it is a supreme order imposed on the Apostle. Demonization for Belle, a guide to the sanctuary for Nito - the contents vary from apostle to apostle, and if we fulfill them, the wishes promised at the time of the covenant will be fulfilled. Stuck, this is Serge's last job as an apostle.

"Is that what you're gonna say at this time? I can ask you anything you want on behalf of me. Oh, but me, before this, I bragged that 'Rocking Cage' no longer needed protection, so I'm a little embarrassed to reappear -"

"- Can you?

"Yes, I can! Don't be so angry anymore, proxy. Don't intimidate me with laughter because I'm so scared!

"Heh heh, let's do it right"

After laughing at each other the whole time, Iris put one hand up a little and gently floated the sleeping table for the baby into space.

"So, is this mission likely to be accomplished?

"What do you think? They did a brilliant job in Delamis, and now they say they're stronger... if you think about it quite strictly, including all the skills, the four guys with the same power as Melfina at that time are the limit at the same time? More than that, I want to get away with it."

"Enough. Because the others will be moderately annoyed by the Creator, the Supervisor. At a time of destiny, Lady Elearis expects everyone to reunite with Melfina undisturbed by anyone. Serge Floor, my most trusted best friend, I believe you."

"... yeah, get on the big ship!

Iris, who saw Serge slapping his chest exaggerated, smiled and disappeared into the back of the temple. As follows, the floating sleeping table similarly disappears.

"Serge floor, you know..."

When Serge muttered in a disappearing voice that no one could hear, the sound sounded well as gacon from the ground as if it would interact with it.

"Mm, no proxies?

Ahead of the mechanical voice was a stone tablet depicted as III in different world characters.

"You come out at a weird time, Creator. If it's a surrogate, it's for wild use now. What's the matter with you?

"What, just a little contact. Two giant dragons are approaching the land, spearheading the survivors. I just wanted to tell you that I'm about to arrive in about half a day. Continue my surveillance in the Golem."

"Oh well, you're gradually coming. So, survivor, you were skipping somewhere along the way? That guy."

"You're on the run with two dragon kings, aren't you? Based on his specs, it's a good enough result. It's your bad habit to judge things by guardian standards."

"Yes, yes, he said there are already plenty of sermons. I'll tell the deputy that. That's why we're going that way fast. Sissy!"

"Hmm, let's just say I will. I'll be in touch if there's any progress."

When his voice disappeared, the stone tablet sank to the ground sounding again. Serge leaps gently back to the fixed position on the roof without checking to the end. The irreplaceable white landscape continued today.