Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Now that Helios has said no, what the hell are the brave men doing?

Are you going back to the inn? Or is it even a tool refill? Also selling demonic materials?

I'm probably the one thinking about the bravest man in the world. Why should I think about the man who kicked me out like a maiden in love?

I know this is a job too, but like this, if you don't roll well, it's going to be like indigestion, odd comfort.

There will be no going outside today to take the exam tomorrow.

At one end, stop following in Fujido's footsteps and head to the inn you were taking this morning to make contact with Craio's hand.

Sometimes it was daytime and the crowd was very busy, but fortunately I didn't meet Fujido and the others.

On the road, the fuzz turns my head.

Speaking of which, was Limis and Aria in favor of kicking me out, too?

That's when Fujido told me to neck them. That's when they unnaturally left me and Fujido alone. Given that, I guess we talked about it beforehand. Maybe the plan had begun from the time Rimis suddenly told me he wanted me to teach him how to drive a carriage.

but.

The name of the Holy Brave is high. They know who Fujido is. They don't have to disagree, but maybe... they'll cooperate somewhat.

Above all, it's bad that Fujido doesn't know how to move. This neighborhood is full of danger to level 27 warriors. If you accidentally go off the road a little, you will encounter demons at the level of the danger zone. It would be very helpful if you could contact me regularly around there to support me.

The inn was a little off the boulevard.

Wooden architecture that looks sturdy. Reliefs engraved with the sleeping table symbol, the stamp of the listed inn, have also been degraded by years of windstorm, giving a sense of its history.

You took turns, it wasn't the female employee I spoke to this morning who stood at the front desk, it was the middle-aged employee who grew a mustache.

When I see if the questioner is here, I can tell the diner that there is one waiting for me.

But it was this morning that I talked to Craio.

Yet I didn't know you'd already sent someone...... that guy is pretty quick on his hands too. I wish I could work a little harder if I could get that far and send a monk (Priest) to the brave.

Even if a high level sister could have been damaged and rendered useless… even though it has the character to loosen hands to that extent.

When you think calmly, you don't know what 'invest' means to me or anything. Isn't this just harassment?

There weren't many people in the dining room because of the halfway point in time.

There's one four-party-like group of hunters drinking cheap alcohol and getting drunk from the morning, and one three-person party. Probably not these guys. If those guys who drink in the morning were reinforcements from Craio, I'd get off this job.

There is one table where the two of us are spitting and having a fussy debate. There's a long sword on the side, and these guys are probably swordsmen. Craio said he was sending Priest, so this isn't the same.

One girl with blue hair wearing a bright gray one-piece type costume. This guy isn't either because he doesn't have a proof of Priest hanging in his ear. The luxurious figure, from the looks of it, doesn't seem like a mercenary, but why the hell are you in such a safe house?

Well, good. Legend from Helios says you can tell if you go......

Looking over the dining room for more than a dozen seconds, my gaze was finally drawn to the monk (Priest) sitting alone.

No - it's not Priest.

A man with a magnificent bald head. Flesh covered with muscle armor to such an extent that it is no less pale compared to Tomas. The water-coloured coat doesn't look good at all on the oppressive giant that makes you feel just looking at it from a distance.

The appearance burned in black and in the sun is extreme, the strong side that its giant deserves, but because it doesn't look bad, or makes you feel more strict than fear in what you see.

A simple cross (cross) hanging in his left ear is a testament to being a lowly monk (Priest), but there are other things like a gold rectangle hanging from the cross. This is not just a Priest - it is a sign of a monk (monk) who trains his own flesh and makes it his faith in God.

I also have a mace on my side that is much thinner than my stick, but how unreliable it is compared to the rocky fist thrown on the table.

Monk... not bad.

I nod deeply in my heart.

It is a talent that seems to be quite reliable. Forged and squeezed flesh. Experience in fighting demons would also be considerable.

Although the performance of sacred art is inferior to that of ordinary monks (Priests), the weapons of monks and soldiers are their own flesh. It is a different form of Church power than demon killers (exorcists) or heretic exterminators (crusaders), who hang auxiliaries (buffs) on their own flesh and defeat all divine enemies with their fists.

Monk, who can also fight demons and is a priest but thus also deals with sacred art (Holy Play), was also a particularly popular talent among hunters. Since prayer power is lower than that of Priest, Priest is often needed separately, but the mere presence of two people who can assist and recover greatly affects the survival of the party.

On the other hand, monks (monks) are less numerous down to the city well than monks (Priests). Monk's raison d 'être is the salvation of ordinary citizens who are attacked by demons and is incompatible with mercenaries who use demon hunting as a business.

Most monks work directly under the church and are scattered throughout the church by order of Craio, who sums up the current church power. Only a small part of those who enter Hunter's party regard it as a test of God, and try to strengthen their flesh more and make it a testament to a stronger faith.

Sacred art (Holly Play) is something I can use all the way through, so I don't care if I can only use lowly sacred art.

Strong power, toughness. And from the looks of it, mercenaries can't even lick it. There will be no level higher than mine, but any physical cruelty will be intolerable with steel flesh and spirit.

As a training monk, he will not be insulted by others, nor will Fujido and others insult him. Sometimes I don't listen to the advice of a man with a thousand atmospheres.

I was wondering what was coming but the more... the word "invest in me" doesn't seem to be a lie either to accommodate one monk.

You'll see. Oh, sure, if you look at it, you'll see.

I'll check the area again just in case, but there's no other Priestly shadow.

Full, he proceeded to walk to the man's side.

Monk looks up to me when he suddenly comes to his side.

Grey clear eyes. Are the scars thinly engraved on the appearance a testament to their performance? My eyes noticed my earrings, followed by a black ring embedded in my left hand.

"It's Ares Crown. I'm sorry to bother you all of a sudden, but are you sure you're my waiter?

"… heretical inquisitor of the bishop character (Crusader) …"

A rough, thick voice worthy of its body.

My gaze moved up again and I glanced at my face again.

"Dallas Blank. Monk."

"Right, Dallas. Let me just talk to you, okay?

Looks like I'm finally getting the hang of it.

Dallas glanced at me trying to get to the front seat and said something incredible.

"... unfortunately, I think it's a mistake. I'm not waiting for anyone."

"... what?

I've already decided, completely, that the extravaganza in front of me is a waiter, and I turn my eyes to that unexpected response.

Such an idiot...... there shouldn't have been any other monks (Priest).

At the edge of the chaos, a voice hung from behind me.

A clear voice color that conflicts with Dallas.

"Ares, this way."

"... what?

The twist between the thought of not wanting to turn around and the duty of having to turn around.

It was the blue-haired girl who managed to get into my sight when the latter managed to triumph and twirl her neck, also when I peeked into the dining room earlier.

One or two below me when I was old? A luxurious body that looks very invisible to mercenaries and is likely to break if you hug it and a piece in hair that is not habitual.

But above all, the woman has not lowered the testimony of a monk (Priest), nor has she made a ring of testimony that she is the bride of God.

The slightly more temperamental appearance of the core, the same color as the hair - the blue eyes pointing an emotionless gaze at me.

Unexpectedly, I alternate between Dallas and the girl. What is this...?

Dallas sighs at me with a plea eye.

"... apparently a waiting party has arrived"

"Seriously..."

"Seriously."

I messed with my forehead in a non-guile motion and the girl affirmed the opinion.

You said you'd find out if you went? What do you mean?

I turn back to the woman who turns a cold glance as if she despises me.

I see, the will seems strong, but now... what do I do?

"... can I call you for a second?

"Go ahead."

Somehow delighted. The drop... the drop is too harsh.

Why don't you put that in the brave man who wants a female monk (Sister) and send a woman who isn't even a monk to me?

I decided to put a protest in Craio.

§§§

Head to the corner of the dining room and connect the comms.

Rarely, there was a few seconds of time lag to connect immediately as usual.

It's not the usual operator I've heard in my ear, it's the voice of a woman in a panic.

Seeing where you can hear the noise you're following from behind, was something going on at the main mountain?

"Ahhhhh... haha, yes no! This way, at church headquarters. Ugh!

"It's Ares. Connect me to Cardinal Craio."

"Yes! Mr. Ares! Nice to meet you, Ko, this time, new - ah, new to the exchanger (operator), nah, now. Su, at Stefan Veronido. Shh! After that, please put it away!

I don't think of it as an operator who bites his tongue but desperately introduces himself, and he is silent.

What is this guy...? What has happened to the operator so far?

Though half frightened, well, I decide to convince myself that if I'm new, I can't help it. I'll contact Craio first.

"Okay, Stefan. It's Ares Crown, keep it up. So... can you connect me to Craio?

"Ha, yes! Thank you!

"Connect me to Craio."

"Wah, yes! I got it. Huh!

That's not efficient. Well, this is my first time, and I want to believe it will improve...

Nearly a minute to wait listening to the rushing noise drifting from behind, Craio finally went into communication. Why does it take so long just to connect communications...

"Ares, is something wrong again? Here's a little... I'm putting it in."

"I'm talking about the people they sent me. A woman who didn't even bear a monk's (Priest) testimony came to meet me..."

I was sending Priest, but whatever you think, it's a scam. It doesn't even look physically sturdy, and it only seems like it can be used for as long as it is.

I'm unnecessarily angry because I was mistaken that Monk would be one of us. No, I'm sorry for the mistake...

In response to my question, Craio gives a voice that looks unexpected.

"Hmm? You don't even have a certificate? No, I'm probably just removing it. She's definitely a monk (Priest). As you know."

I'm just removing it...?

Basically, Priest should have been the rule to prove it, except when sleeping or taking a bath...

Stretch your spine straight and gaze at the girl sitting alone.

Well, if you're a Priest, you can be a Priest.

"Didn't the lady monk (Sister) not invest? Or in the first place, I've never met him."

"... hmm? That's strange... she said she had met..."

It looks prominent.

A neat noticeable nose no less than a remiss or aria. I'm confident I'll never forget that look, that once I get involved with a Priest like her, who looks like this lady. In the first place, basically, there are not many opportunities for me to become involved with Sister when it was dawn on the battle with the dark family outside.

Every question boiled down in my brain, but I just heard a word through it all.

"Is that... bearable?

Tough trip. Sometimes Fujido and the others will be preceded by field surveys.

Considerable burden is assumed, both physically and meaningfully.

Craio replied, however, frightened.

"Ask her. Ares, you complain too much about me. I'm a Cardinal."

"I'm not saying it because I want to."

"Hmm..."

Craio shouts a fuzzy, imaginative voice.

"But I expect you, Ares, too. If you want someone else, you don't have to think about it."

"... say it"

"It's a Sister named Stefan Veronido. Combined with high magic and high divine power, he was the youngest and most successful exchanger... a prodigy. I'm still immature, but, well, you do what you're good at there."

What came out was Sister's name, who just connected us to Craio. Fuck.

We've only had a word or two of conversation yet, but it's not going to fit in very personally either. Enough to get me back to the previous operator.

"... it's going to be more of a burden than a help. Or harass me no matter what I think -"

"There is one other person whose hands are free. I thought you would say no, but I didn't."

Is there any less than Stefan? What the hell is going on with the church layer...

Craio keeps on waiting for me to say the word in silence.

"Ares, I'm part of the same special heretical extermination church (Out Crusade) as you. Two names are extinct (Mad Eater) -"

"Fuck!"

He yells reflexively and hurries to circle his gaze around him.

Luckily, no one had asked me. Turn back to the wall and lurk your voice.

I know. I know his name, and I've seen him. I've done some assignments together.

Gregorio Leggins.

He is one of the heretical exterminators (Crusaders) with two names of exterminators (Mad Eater), and he is a heretical exterminator (Crusader) with the same performance as ridiculing a monk (Priest) that within the sacrament (Holy Play), only exorcism (Exorcism) can be used.

On the other hand, it is shaking all faiths off to aggressiveness, strong as a fool. I only know monks who are more aggressive than me.

"That's not the kind of balls to put under people, and I've always thought I should take him off the heretic exterminator (Crusader)"

"Right."

It is on the side of being interrogated heretically, no matter what you think.

In the first place, the two names are crazy at the point of extermination (Mad Eater), even if they are both supposed to be priests.

He punches his tongue loudly so that it can be heard by the communications destination and turns his gaze to the girl who was sent to him.

Compared to the two I've just been given, it certainly is. Well, it may still be better.

"Well, do something with the people I sent you. I'll send it back to you when the personnel are available, but we're running out of manpower."

"... chip. … Copy."

I can't help it if I don't have one. I didn't expect you to send more personnel than I did.

If it's not enough, let's hire mercenaries. Looks better that way mentally.

Just before we cut off the communication, I'm going to ask you something that you were wondering earlier.

"Speaking of which, the exchanger (operator) seems to have changed, what happened to the operator who was in charge of me until last time?

"... hmm?

The previous operator is much better suited to the position than Stefan.

It will improve later, but what are you going to do when you hang up in an emergency when it takes a minute to connect?

Craio replied softly to my question as if to say something stupid.

"No, what's wrong... I sent it to you"

Sent......?

"... are you serious?"

I see, that woman, the operator? I thought it was a voice I heard somewhere by reason.

I see, we've known each other for a long time though, and that's what I've heard...... ahhhhhhhhh!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

"J... Send me a clerical position... what are you going to do?

Communication was cut off without answering my question.

I wish I were dead.