Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"... you forced me to do it again"

Amelia sighed seeing the sight of one, a line of bewildered braves.

The location is behind the village chief's mansion.

Not that it's such a narrow road, but no one else because it's off the boulevard. Put your back on the stone walls that surround the mansion all the way, and exercise the technique.

Close your eyes and keep your magic circulating in its body. There was a clear picture of the brave men more than a dozen meters away in their brains.

A miracle caused by a drilled magic guide, not the enhancement of the five senses by the level, etc. Amelia's eyes saw the vines as if they were just a meter away, and she heard the voice. If the target's level is high, it is possible to discover what is being seen in the sixth sense, but Fujido and the others have not noticed the surveillance.

White Demon Instructor (Holly Caster).

That person, whose name the Church has a very small number, never means a particular type of magician. A White Demon Instructor is a term that refers to a monk (Priest) with some sort of demon instruction, and it is different to be able to say a White Demon Instructor in a bite than there are various kinds of demon instructors present.

Among them, the magic guide worn by those who hold the position of exchanger was a good one for exploration.

Exploratory magic to find a subject to communicate with. A group of magic, including pronouncements for delivering a voice to a subject - magic, commonly known as gray magic, is good at intelligence, and rare.

Eyes that look a thousand miles are heavily used in all areas.

Amelia did not even move her eyebrows slightly dust at the sight unfolded in front of the mansion, but sighed heavily.

... I don't think anything is natural at all.

That attitude, which clearly knows too much about the circumstances, to the next level-up point told by the village chief.

Gresha suddenly begins to give her consent to the word she was told to be driven away. Whatever you think is suspicious, too suspicious and too forceful.

'Oh, I'm fine. I also persuaded the village chief. Guidance is perfect.'

Reminds me clearly of Ares' expression, Amelia felt her power fall out of her own shoulder.

Fujido and Aria are having a conversation with a suspicious look. What will we do now? Are you sure you want to move on to the next city? Shouldn't we wait until the devil is crusaded? The brave man who expelled the precious Priest in less than ten days was foolish, but not stupid.

Ares should be getting ready by now for a medium-sized city built near the Golem Valley. But it can also be wasted depending on the future trends of the brave.

Fujido doesn't know the common sense of this world, and Aria and Limis are not out of the ordinary people again. To Gresha, on the contrary, is the level of what we know.

Ares' thoughts will come off exhausted, and it will also be significant that there is no common sense person in the party who can stop Fujido from going from next to next. If one professional mercenary was at the party, we wouldn't have talked about chasing Priest.

Apparently, he decided to reach a conclusion later, confirming Fujido as he headed for the inn, and Amelia cut off his farsightedness. The magic that was twitching and consuming stops and leaks a small exhale.

There will be no further journeys to the tomb as the next city, the danger of which has already been conveyed by Ares to the Fujido people through the village chief.

As she stretched lightly, Amelia turned her foot toward the waiting church in Ares.

§§§

"Ho, demon exorcism, is it..."

"Oh. They freely manipulate the attack magic of the dark system with demons who look terribly like people. It's considered at least more than median demons."

Silver-haired blue-eyed, very badly eyed young man continues with a serious look. In contrast, the long-length man in the blue coat that many Priests love - Helios Endell - distorted his lips in a way.

The place is a room in the back of the church.

Since the topic is topical, there is no one else except Ares and Helios.

As Amelia enters the room, the two glances slightly towards Amelia, but immediately returns their gaze and resumes the conversation.

Watching them in one corner to stay out of the way, Amelia was feeling as if she were on an illegal trading scene.

Priest of the murderer ministers informing in an administrative tone. priest hammering with a distorted grin against it.

At least the average person won't see this sight and associate Priest with it. The face is too bad.

"We have established a new bond inside the existing bond. It's a snuff on the spot, but you should have it in January. If you're a medium demon, you can ban entry, and even at the top, you sharpen that power a lot."

"Well... you also know the art of junctions"

"It's not as good as it makes sense. It's a shame on the spot."

Though in January, the art of connecting to shred the power of the superior demons is not called sneezing on the spot, etc......

Not even Amelia, who is at least hyperist, can do it.

I tried to pinch my mouth, but the look on Ares's face told me that it was meant to be, so I stopped.

of the Church's power of war, the harshest, most unethical, and least numerous warriors, heretic exterminators (Crusaders)

Its attack performance far exceeds that of Demon Killer (Exorcist), a Priest of the same attack type. Sharpening power is not the original Crusader role. Crusader's role is not to shred, but to erase, and his course of action greatly misaligns from the doctrine of the Church.

Amelia glanced a little imagining how much that power overwhelmed even against the subdragon, which could not be used to repel witchcraft, would be when it was directed against the enemy dark family of the original church.

That is not the real amount of work given this time.

Such Amelia elsewhere, Ares continues.

"It's where I would have wanted the brave to gain experience, but I wouldn't be the first to win at this level. Requested Crusader's dispatch. Helios, I need your help."

"Is that Crusader's outing... it's..."

To that word, Helios distorts those shitty shining eyes for the first time.

Carrying your body around your feet, talking to your breathing, moving your hands, those standings have no clearance like you're always on guard about something. They belong to those who engage in unmistakable combat.

Amelia remembered that Ares expected Helios to be a demon killer.

Ares says whether he felt the airiness of his emotions or as if he were even making excuses.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doubting your strength. But this time the enemy has too much uncertainty. Gresha's words have been fulfilled, and I wonder how true they are. Those who belong to the darkness are not the only ones at the mercy of the Demon King. I think it's possible that the person who showed up this time wasn't the Devil."

"... I see"

The devil is never the only one who takes the human form. It is a famous story that there are powerful sub-men, spirits, etc. in the subordination of the demon king Klanos. I don't think Gresha, who lived all the way deep in the woods, can tell the difference between the dark family and anything else.

The monks' combat performance is specific to counterdemons and undead. If this time the enemy was not a demon, but some other race, it would be troublesome.

"You can't lose your precious High Priest just in case. I ask you frankly, Helios, are you confident your opponent can win even if he's not the devil or the undead?

……

The role of demon killing is to purify demons and undead by exorcism (exorcism). Other than that, I'm out of expertise.

Helios' gaze pours on Ares' matching black ring, Crusader's testimony. Ares affirmed with a strong gaze.

"I can win. I'm confident I can win. That's the same Crusader I called this time. Do you understand?"

Helios' body and not untrained. But even from Amelia's eyes, there was a huge difference between the two forces. The difference in strength, the difference in motor performance, only those who can use rituals that raise the level of others, the difference in presence present in the two, the difference in level, can be seen from the muscles on the arms. Difference between Priest and a biological combatant who can also fight.

In that forest, Amelia shivered her shoulders slightly, recalling the inequality as an absolute creature she felt the moment she was turned to kill.

He narrowed his eyes and Helios flattened his hands in front of his body.

"... I understand. Sounds like you should be very supportive."

"Oh. That helps."

"By the way, in what way is your Crusader here?

To Helios' inquiry, Ares openly broke his expression.

A bitter look as if you chewed up a bitter bug.

"He's a combat maniac called the exterminator (Mad Eater). Combat performance is intoxicating, but no auxiliary or healing magic can be used."

"... because that's really Priest?

"... he's a man who doesn't know why he became a Priest. Well, two names are noisy, but not unreasonable. Most importantly, he could kill the devil, the dragon, the werewolf, whatever. Leaving aside whether it is appropriate as Crusader, it is appropriate for the present situation.... Most importantly, there were no other vacancies."

"... I see. I understand."

To Amelia, the last sentence sounded genuine, but Helios bowed his head slightly without saying anything.

Apparently, Mr. Helios, you're not as pointy as you look.

While half impressed, Amelia looked at the situation and nodded slightly.

Looking at a line of brave people, they just seem like great people to move the way they thought.

§§§

The sun was completely set, with only a very slight moonlight plunging in through the window. The windowsill shows Amelia's own expressionless expression.

Turn off communication and see Ares sitting in a chair servicing his armament, starting with a knife.

Ares' persuasion made it possible to attach cooperation to Gresha, but only Amelia can use communication magic as a means of reporting. Since Gresha couldn't send it out, Amelia was supposed to contact me three times a day to report the situation.

Report the information you just received.

"Mr Ares, this is a regular report. Gresha and I have completed communication. Apparently, we've decided to head to the Golem Valley."

The discomfort seems to remain, but I guess it was good that Rimis agreed.

It's such a forceful development...... I remember Remiss, who was letting go with Gresha to recite the Golem Valley, and Amelia shook her head slightly.

I can't smell it from the remiss.

"Right. Okay. What's the date?

"I'll be out tomorrow morning."

There are many demons that enliven at night. The decision of a line of brave men is generally as expected.

Carefully sheathing each knife, Ares sighs deeply.

"Okay. Apparently, it's going well."

"Right...... I wondered what would happen because it was such a forceful way"

I couldn't deny the color appeared somewhere to blame, but Ares stretched her back a lot without looking concerned about it.

"Stop thinking deeply already. It doesn't work when you think about it and it doesn't work, it works when it works"

Indeed, the humanization of the Gracial Plant was terrible. Unexpected and unexpected without any foretaste. I felt as if I was watching from Amelia or from a nightmare when it happened in front of me. In the heart of Ares, who took the night to painstakingly prepare but ended up, only to consider.

"... Mr. Ares, are you reopening?

"Do I look like I'm reopening?

An awesome crusader that lifts the edge of her lips slightly and brings a sarcastic grin back to her. It just seemed reopening, but Amelia stopped pointing that out.

If that reduces the burden slightly, that's fine. I've been on the move for almost a month. That much should be forgiven.

"... well, for one thing, is that a paragraph?

"Right. Well, just until tomorrow."

Extend your arms gently, to the voice color of Ares who answers. But there is no relaxed atmosphere. The expression also remains rude. Especially if that's what I was born to see.

Amelia and Ares have been dating for a commensurately long time. I first met him more than five years ago, and he would interact with me as an exchanger to the same extent, but for little time I was close enough to meet him face to face like this.

Ares doesn't seem to care much, but as Amelia herself, she was still in a familiar condition. Even though we were having a conversation in communications, it was only administrative, and I'm not much of a conversationalist in the first place.

I observed Ares' hindsight for a while, and at that moment I thought of it and opened my mouth to invite him to dinner, I heard Ares whining.

"You don't have enough basic knowledge when it's Fujido's party right now... if you let someone you know make contact under the guise of coincidence..."

Put your arms together and crush with a look that looks difficult, you start to take out a bunch of paper and spread it over the table.

"... Um... Mr. Ares?

"Hmm... oh... what?

Amelia asked Ares, who answered without taking her gaze off the paper, with a voice slightly higher than usual.

"Um... why don't we go to dinner? You haven't eaten anything today, have you?

"Mmm... oh, you can go. I still have things to do."

"… what is it that needs to be done today?

"No?"

Answer with just one word, but don't stop moving your hands.

Take out the pen, grab Ares' shoulder as she begins to write a letter, and Amelia peeks into her face.

"You've made another paragraph, haven't you?

"Oh, yeah"

"... Um, why don't we go to dinner? There's been a lot of shit, and sometimes you rest your body."

"I still have things to do. Amelia doesn't mind if you come."

"... is that what I have to do today?

"... no?

……

Ares answers without moving his face.

Amelia frowned and kept her mouth shut for a while, but asked terribly what she had in mind.

"... Is Mr. Ares addicted to work (worker holic)?

"... no, that's not true..."

To the appearance of Ares, who, while answering, would not stop, Amelia remembered the words said by Cardinal Craio just before he was sent here.

'Amelia, I want you to help him in moderation because he's good, but he keeps moving when left alone. Seriously, I can use the sacrament myself, so it's not of good quality. "

... That much work. No way. Not enough work yet?

The look on Ares's face, I can clearly see fatigue in his eyes. That's right. As far as Amelia knows the last few days, Ares rested for about a few hours in the woods. It's also suspicious if you really took a break from it in this way.

In sacred art, physical fatigue cannot be taken, but spiritual fatigue cannot be taken.

Amelia learned at that moment the meaning of the message from the Cardinal.

Gently extend your arms from behind Ares and cover your eyes with your hands at once.

"Mr. Ares!? Don't just do your job, get some rest. You're going down, right?

"... no, no problem"

Amelia opened her eyes. Slight sound of pen tips slipping on paper.

"... Mr. Ares?

Sometimes, Ares' hand won't stop, even though he's blocking his sight.

I take a gentle peek inside, but I'm not even writing it properly.

I heard Blur and Ares squeak in Amelia's ear staring stunnedly at Ares' back of the head.

"If you think you can stop me from moving to the point where I close my sight, you're wrong."

"... that's not the problem!

I shake up my arm and take away a letter I almost wrote. It contained a letter to the acquaintance or a request for help.

Protest Ares, who looks up with a flashing look, with a more heartfelt voice than usual as he makes the letter appear to be judged.

"Mr. Ares!? This isn't what you're gonna do right now, is it?

"Oh. If there's another high-priority job, I'll give you priority."

Anything wrong? Amelia turned a cold glance at Ares, who looked up at this one just to say.

No, this man... if you leave him alone, he'll keep moving, the Cardinal is right. Then I can somehow understand what it means to help.

Amelia chose the words and said them in as flat a voice as possible.

"... Actually, I need to talk to you"

"Consultation?... What?

"It's hard to say here, so while you're eating... okay?

"... oh, okay"

When I saw Ares finally starting to get ready to get up, Amelia leaked a small exhale so she could not hear.