Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

I guess it was good that there was no one else around to hunt demons. Spica's level kept rising.

The higher the undead, the wiser they accumulate. Undead cannot be raised to that high level to the extent that it appears around the Horseman.

Up to level 10, break the line and keep the undead away. Since the remiss is currently 17, it can be useless if left below.

I give water to a rough exhaling spica because it was a battle I couldn't even call a battle but it moved my body quite a bit.

More and more fears disappeared from Spica's movements from the area that had been beyond level 7. In front of the real example of the disappearance of fear, expectations also rise for the undead overcoming of the Fujido and the others.

Fujido and the others don't have the aid of sacred art, but if it's the finest equipment, it's not enough to be afraid of undead or anything else. If you see a sword swinging in panic kill the undead easily, you'll see that they're not the kind of person the undead fears either.

Check the time. Amelia had already informed me that Fujido had left the village and headed this way as expected. I have some concerns about the Vale Forest, but this time the life of the girl I want is at stake. It'll come right to me.

If things go well, it's not weird that it's time to show up. Turn back to Spica.

"Spica, it's time to start the operation. Do what you're supposed to do."

"Yes! Um... what about Mr. Ares?

"Guide the undead. I also think about purifying everything in times of need."

If a brave man dies from overcoming the undead, I can't even see him. I become a rebel.

Exorcism also has the art of purification aimed at a range. Thin walls will penetrate, so it will be easy to purify this room. I have to think about excuses again then... but at least when I use those hands, it's when other than Spica loses consciousness.

Reincarnation sacred to the spica in turn. Spica's glittering eyes watched the various colors of surgical light.

Depending on your qualities, there are never many things that make you a monk out of your longing for sacred art. Amelia's eyesight in that sense was also perhaps right.

"No fatigue, huh?

"Yes, I'm fine. Um..."

So, Spica looked up at my face. Once said, continue as you have decided.

"Wow, me too, like Mr. Ares, can you be?

"I can't."

I can't, and I don't need to be.

My background as a monk is quite distorted. That's why I'm working as a party-assistant for the brave.

I stroked a tearful spica and answered with a word.

"You just do what you can. You don't have to be like me."

People have a role, a destiny.

Maybe Spica's role is to save the world as an adjunct to the Brave Party.

That's why I do what I can.

Break up with Spica and rebuild the sucker kingdom in a secluded room.

I have guided the undead many times. I've done it to raise the level of my men when I was playing heretic exterminator, and I've used it to raise the level of ordinary people on assignment.

I didn't put the junction back among the knights because I thought about when Fujido saw the traces. He has seen the junction many times. Weird and sharp, they might find out that this was a setup.

Living Dead or Reis are caught in the light and many come indoors.

Hold down your desire to purify immediately and push into the room taking care not to prevent the exit. There was a level difference and God's blessing, and the undead didn't even try to touch me as I approached him.

With the exception of mainly living corpses (living dead), evil spirits (reis), walking skeletons (walking bones), evil spirits (whisps), etc. emerge around here, all of which are lower undead and no problem whatsoever.

When you finish luring them into one room, seal the entrance and exit in a junction and move on to the next. Three or so rooms were filled, and the sensors that had been sharpened detected the signs of the living.

It's indoors, and besides, it's hard to perceive the dark family being around lumps sometimes.

Focus on your spirit. I can finally figure out the general situation. My distance is five hundred meters. Little by little, but surely in a straight line, between the faceted knights.

Dive into the wall behind your back in one of the rooms on the road, in a room with nothing small. As we approach, the signs become clearer and clearer.

Close your eyes and you'll find out more.

Signs of strong and glowing are from Fujido, signs of small, but strong burning energy are remiss, signs of quiet and sharp are from Aria, and signs of large and heavy off the girder, contrary to itself, are from Gresha.

That's when I realized.

- There's another sign.

There's supposed to be four of them: Fujido, Limis, Aria, and Gresha. There's five of them. What's this all about?

The situation over there was coming from Amelia. No help from the church, the four of us are on our way here, he said.

Where's the increase...... abort the plan......?

I shake my head at the thought that floated and erase myself. I don't know who got more, but I have to prioritize overcoming Fujido's bad behavior.

He's like diving into a grave. You won't die so easily. Worst case scenario, if you anticipate the criticality and purify everything, it's fine.

Signs are approaching. Hundred meters. Fifty meters. Ten meters. Five meters.

So I realized that I remember the signs. Signs of a quiet, and sharp, watery surface without losing to Aria. Now, it makes me feel very sloppy, and I have a headache for a moment.

I remember. I've definitely felt it before - I can't remember.

Signs pass in front of the room. Remis's voice was heard slightly outside the room.

"Something's not answering this time, Undead."

It would be the effect of the sucker knot I put up. And a calm voice went into my ear at the wrong place to answer that.

"Yep. That's a clap... I was hoping there would be a lot of them"

"Expectations... you're weird"

Looking forward to...?

Did you happen to rendezvous with the mercenary who came to hunt the undead?

Then there's no problem. Either way, it's not how many you can defeat on your own.

Spread your hands. I was cold sweating for some reason. There shouldn't be a problem, but my palpitations are getting worse. It's like I'm about to remember something I shouldn't...

"... By the way, what's in that trunk case of yours?

"Oh, is this it? It's empty. There's nothing in it, my friend."

"Huh? So what are you carrying it for?

Words erode the brain as if it were a curse. Hold your head and squat.

Shit. Something's making me nauseous.

And after all, my desperate prayers were not heard, and I heard an exchange of conversations.

"It's for faith, my friend. This is my... mace."

"... Are you okay with your head?

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

It's gonna be okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Eat up your teeth and put up with the desperate desire to punch your head against the wall. Patience, I connected to Craio.

At the same time as being put through by Craio, he asks for a word.

"Hey...... what happened to Gregorio?

'Hmm? Oh... if he doesn't need a hand, tell him he wants a vacation for a while because he has somewhere he wants to go. I took a vacation but... you want me to help you again or something?

"Yes... because I don't want it... pick it up"

'... what?

"Take it... please. Please."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Change! Change!

Stupid...... why are you here!?

What fate. What the hell is standing in my way? Are you having so much fun interrupting me?!?

Lurk your breath, lurk your signs. I felt as if I had become a small animal.

Explore the signs. No matter how many times I explored it, no matter where I looked from, the signs were Gregorian's I'd seen before. Die!

Extinction (Mad Eater). Gregorio Leggins.

He called the people friends, he called the trunkcase faith, and the demise of heresy his own mission. Crazy of the head...... the demise of heresy (Crusader).

Neither law nor morality existed before that faith, the worst man in the heretically annihilated Church (Out Crusade) who continued to annihilate the enemies of every church before that faith as if it were a crazy machine.

A man I never want to see is meeting the man I should never have let meet at the worst possible time right now.

"Give the exterminator a return order."

'I'm sorry, but I can't reach you from here. They should be in regular contact with Gregorio in a few hours. I'll give you an order then.'

"... ok"

Communication is interrupted. Almost simultaneously, the signs of Fujido and the others reach among the Horsemen.

It was so rough that my thoughts boiled down. What do we do? What do we do?

Do you want to keep undead? No, that's not how it works.

You find out Fujido's a saint brave man? No, you shouldn't have found out.

If God's chosen holy brave man finds out he doesn't like the undead, it's not the only way.