Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

My parents were devout followers of God.

That's just why I became a monk (Priest).

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For the first time in a long time, I woke up with my own screaming.

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Vision opens.

Unfamiliar ceiling. A room with little things.

The whole body was slightly cold and damp. Early in the early morning of early spring, it is very cold in the bed of a suitable lodging.

Wake yourself up reflexively and exhale rough breaths. Cold outside air circulated through my body, awakening my consciousness little by little.

I didn't dream.

No, I don't remember, but even if I was watching it, that was a nightmare indicated by a cold sweat all over my body. Touch the collar with your hands. There, even the water was applied tightly as if it had been worn, which is disgusting.

"Ruzu, hey! Think what time it is!

A rough voice with a bad gala. My neighbor's wall got cancer as if it stung my spirit.

Unlike the brave and the lodging they stayed in, the walls of a lodging just over a thousand luxes a night are thin. No, even if this was the luxury inn where I stayed with the braves, I would have heard the screaming now.

It's a nightmare. Exactly, I feel terrible.

My head and body are so heavy. Where the cancer and brain irritating pain resembled the alarm felt in the dead.

Strong tongue pounding in the dark.

The weather is rainy. A large grain of Shizukuishi was tapping on the windowpane. It's still wrapped up in darkness outside, and I can't see one thing, but that would be partly because the sun hasn't risen yet.

I shouldn't have slept as a blur last night, but the rhythm engraved in my body seems to have worked properly in even this situation.

Strong nausea and headaches. The damp air that just makes it gloomy is fuelling it.

I suppressed my head, stared into the air with the intent to kill no one, and used state anomaly recovery magic.

Nausea and headaches disappear. But I didn't feel any better about the dust.

It's okay. I'm still cool.

Squeeze as you tell yourself. Many times. Many times.

To carve into the depths of its heart.

After a few minutes of whining, I finally felt a little cold in my head, so I decided to take a shower.

Maybe this outrage will also flow down with the sweat.

§§§

"I'm sorry, Ares... could you get out of this party?

A few hours after driving the carriage back to Vale Village, I was summoned to Nao.

The place is the same inn I used to have taken with the courtesy of the village chief. Remis and Aria went to the inn. No, I went to my room, and I was the only one left in the room.

I felt intense discomfort. It wasn't until Nao started opening his mouth that he realized who it was.

Yes, Nao has never been alone with me since the moment we met.

Even that moment of teaching sacred art was accompanied by Remis and Aria.

I was facing Nao one-on-one for the first time at that moment.

Those words that were put out abruptly were totally unexpected to me, and I wouldn't be forced to stop knowing what I was talking about for a moment.

Anyway, I was chosen by the Church on behalf of the country - the Priest of the Brave Party.

Of course, Holy Valor, even if you know that the will of that person will be respected to the fullest, you will not normally expel the chosen talent of the country, unless it is also a matter of such magnitude.

Nao's expression is as serious as usual, and his pitch-black eyes show their strong will to the detestable.

Normally, I don't kick you out. That common sense inhibited sober thinking. So at that moment, it wasn't anger that was on me, it was pure doubt.

"Why?

Nao answered my dumb question with a calm voice with no one upset.

As if, even reason would preach.

"I don't need it anymore. The carriage can move the remiss, and the knowledge of the camp is largely in my head. Sacred art is now available to me."

I don't know what that means. How effective will it be in the Crusade of the Demon King where we can now pray the lowest prayers?

Nao's protection was certainly powerful, but there is still a difference between heaven and earth in my sacrament and Nao's. My experience is not cheap enough to be filled with just ten days of training.

"Ares, you took care of me. Your personality didn't suit me, but it still worked well enough. Especially when I first met you, I didn't think you'd teach me your skills."

I don't even understand words that can be said lightly.

My head was cold enough to be tough. But I didn't realize that it wasn't because of calm, but because it was too against my logic.

However, even if I could not understand, my mouth was open on its own.

"Teaching is natural. My mission is to support Nao, until you crusade the Demon King. I'll do anything to increase your chances of winning."

"I don't like that kind of dry place."

"My role is not for you to like."

Emotions don't follow words that even come out.

I felt as if I was looking at a child who would say my utmost. If I had the right, I would have preferred the next brave summons instead of Nao. You can't defeat the Demon King if you're strong enough.

Nao distorts his eyebrows from disgust. The eyes look very similar to the eyes of Nao at that moment when he let go of his mind to kill me.

But I don't have time to worry about that. The brain has taken the liberty of thinking about: If I hadn't thought about it, I wouldn't have lived. My thinking function is as specialized in efficiency as sacred art.

"You think you can reconcile recovery (healer) with attack (attacker)?

"I can do it. I'm a brave man."

"That's arrogance. The combination is quite challenging, and not the role of a brave man"

Divine and magical powers compete. Sacred art and sorcery cannot be used at the same time.

As the level increases, humans have to make the most of their magic to fight. You won't be able to afford to use sacred art during battle.

The brave man distorts his lips to my words, which are just pale.

"... at least we can do the least."

No, you can't. Nao can't do it yet. I may be able to do it in the future, but I still can't.

Is it becoming a heavenly dog so that I can use the sacrament lightly? No, if you rebut that word, Nao apparently originally meant to be this.

Nao goes on as if he had guessed something from my expression or even made excuses.

"By and large, Ares' sacred art has not been useful during the battle as of now. As much as I can heal wounds after a battle, I can do it with my magic. Don't you?"

"No, I can't. When you do it until you recover instead of me, your wear and tear gets worse. This will slow down the pace of battle. It gives a crevice to the Demons."

Meditate your eyes once and Nao slowly opens his lid.

The next word released from its mouth had power.

"That's about it... I'm ready"

Be prepared. As the saying goes, there was a strong will in that voice. The will of steel to let me through.

At that moment, I didn't care about everything. This is not for me - I can't collapse. Trying to break this down is inefficient.

I don't know the details of why I mentioned such a thing.

Nao's original character, his bravery and recklessness, and all his pride summoned as a brave man, were there.

Dark cloudy, pitch-black eyes simmered to simmer and concentrated. I don't know why or how I can be so reckless. I don't know, but I didn't think it mattered either.

I have the right to disagree with the Holy Brave, but I also have a duty to obey. It is determined by doctrine.

The brave man's lips lift slightly, creating a distorted grin.

but those eyes aren't even smiling fine dust.

"Just for the record, I originally - I needed to get all the party members to be girls. I was putting those conditions on the kingdom side."

"Right."

"And yet, for some reason, it was just you, the monk. A devout believer would have no problem, he said. As it turns out, you were brilliant, but you can't. That's not the problem. Girls are good, I am."

It's a reason not to.

I can't tell if that condition is worthy of the fate and balance of the world.

"There are two conditions"

Ignore Nao's stated bullshit completely and put up two fingers.

My heart beats undisturbed and my eyes must be like seeing hostile dark relatives right now.

but such matters no longer matter either. Die.

"Article... items?

"Oh."

Tell Nao with an amazing look to sound solid.

That's the last thing I can do, at least.

First, the first.

"First, the first. Find a new monk (Priest) and join us first thing tomorrow morning."

"... it 's-"

Nao to say.

It is the words that indicate that he does not yet possess the knowledge of the mercenaries of New America. If he had the knowledge, he would have answered "naturally".

"Recovery (healer) is mandatory for the party. Without a healer, you will not be far away."

It is undoubtedly its heavenly deceased that Nao has fought with little scratch in the last ten days.

But on the contrary, Aria would have died of a stack of small wounds if it weren't for me. Wounds cause movement to deteriorate. Without Priest, the stock of restorative drugs, which are consumables, becomes its life and equals.

Are you willing to listen to the last word or so, when you can be strong on the silent Nao.

"Until the monks join us - don't leave the city."

"... Ares, you advise me to kick you out."

Naughty. Naughty. Everything won't go down.

My head is cold, my heart is cold. My life is going to stop like this.

And I'm sure I'll keep moving without realizing even if my life stops. As much as that, my body, the words are moving efficiently now.

The voices that come out are also calm. Calm. And flat with all emotions obsolete.

"Don't get me wrong. It's not a favor - it's a faith."

"Letter... say"

Unfortunately, I'm a loyal believer in the god of order, Az-Greed.

Grip the battle mace that was in the corner of the room. Murder weapon for smashing the Devil's skull, made of silver metal all over his body.

No sword, no armor, no shield. Now Nao can kill you with a single blow, but it doesn't make sense to do that. It only makes the situation worse in vain.

When I take it on my shoulder, I carry a backpack with my own luggage that I hadn't opened yet and head for the exit. There's no reason to be here already.

Saint Brave, Fujido's colorless gaze was just following me.

Successfully, Fujido makes a shapeless apology with an unhearted voice.

"I think it's bad. I'll give you a quarter of the reserves you get from the state."

A quarter of the reserve. That amount would be double the bonus I was supposed to receive for Craio.

He bent his neck slightly, looked back, and looked into Fujido's eyes.

"I don't want it. I'll invest in your victory. I'll buy you your next monk's gear."

"... ah, oh... ok"

My heart is so light that my soul is about to fly somewhere.

Nothingness, but will you say? It's going to enlighten me.

Nao will say his last words to me when I close the door.

"... wait, Ares. I haven't heard the second condition yet."

What the hell is that?

When I turned around and made a smile, I said the last condition, needless to say.

"Absolutely defeat the Demon King"

I don't really remember where I walked from there.

When I walked like a sleepwalker and took my room to a lodging nearby, I connected the correspondence and asked the exchanger one step in front of Craio to tell the Cardinal that he had been expelled from the brave party, he took off that magic guide that had not yet been cut and threw it at the table, so that he could fall over the bed and lay down.

A muddy sleep grabbed my ankle like death, dragged me in, and when my eyes woke up, I was calm.

Yeah, I'm cool right now.

Anyway, I know exactly what I'm doing right now.

When I was talking to Fujido, that emotion was neither calm nor enlightening, but an intolerable 'anger' and 'despair' that disintegrated reason.

And I'm glad I wasn't cool then. If I had understood his emotions when I was talking to Fujido, I might have smacked him in the skull.

§§§

Perhaps because it was a monk (Priest) solo, the innkeeper thought there was something going on.

I take a hot shower from my head in a pretty good bathroom for the price I paid.

Hot water that constantly runs down your entire body. Beyond Shizukuishi, who blocks his sight, in the mirror, he showed my face distorted enough to clearly see even if it was blurry. Even worse eyes are getting worse. No matter how sweet you quote it, it was a killer's eye.

If he had this look on his face when he ran into the inn yesterday, he would have frightened the innkeepers for a long time.

I just kind of get my tongue out and lick the running water.

The indignation does not go away. There is no way it will disappear. I did my best. Probably didn't have a problem either. Relationships weren't good but would be acceptable. What did he say? I was going to make it a woman, that's what I did say. I can't even understand you as the same man, but I won't let you down.

But at the same time, even if the outrage doesn't go away, it's going to heal somewhat. Why? Because it doesn't make any sense to think about it anymore. That's not 'efficient'.

As for doctrine, the orders of the brave exceed those of their superiors (Craio). If they tell me to get out, I'll have to get out. Even if that leads to abandoning Fujido.

"Damn you... it's been a long time since you've been made vain so far"

I don't even have some power in the words that have the momentum to give it a try. No, I decided to assume that I was powerless.

There is no god. Even if I were there, I wouldn't be interested. It was over ten years ago that I realized that.

That's why I eat demons and have blades. If you kill people and smoke, you hold both alcohol and drinking women.

Actually, I didn't care about doctrine. Sir Sage - I was following Craio Amen because it was business, and that was my pride.

So, to be honest, I didn't mind rebelling the brave man's orders. I didn't mind refusing to force myself out. If that's necessary, even a brave killer - I'm not going to hesitate.

Stop the magic conductor that was constantly dropping hot water from the top, as if it were heavy rain.

I just took a big, deep breath and fixed my breath, leaving Shizukuishi to pass down my cheeks, shoulders, chest muscles, belly, and lower body.

Pick your eyes, rub them loose, and fix your eyes. From the eyes of a killer to the eyes of a man who, if in a bad mood, is going to accidentally kill a person.

Then he sighed loudly and calmed his mind.

Emotions were dissolved in hot water and only one special monk (Priest), a member of the Church's armed organization, the Special Exodus Church (Out Crusade), remained.

Lick your lips and wipe your head with a dry towel.

Again, I have to contact Craio directly. I can't call that yesterday a report or anything.

By the time I got out of the bathroom and finished my usual self esteem without heart or later than usual, the sun was already up.

That's when I realized for the first time that I'd forgotten my routine prayers.