Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Ah... there he is!

Were you too scared, the sound of a reassuring Fujido. Remis and Aria's footprints rushing over to Spica echo.

Until the rendezvous is on schedule. I was supposed to undead here, but it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Gregorio boasts some of the finest fighting abilities among heretical exterminators (Crusaders). Even a mere heretic exterminator can purify the undead in an instant to the extent of the shallow layer of the Utice tomb, perhaps even the lowest undead opponent can fight for more than a fifth of a minute. It is not the number of low-rise undead and other things.

I just needed to pull away from Fujido more than that. He's dangerous. Perhaps more dangerous than Zalpan. Mad Eater's madness (Mad) is not indicative of annihilation, it hangs on him.

I want to tell Spica about the change of plans, but I don't have the technique to tell her. The magic conductor for communication only leads to headquarters, and maybe we should go through Amelia, but communication with Amelia was not connected only at these times. It doesn't help plain.

"It's okay!? We're good, right?!? I'm glad you're okay. Let's get out of here!

"Ah... thank you...... su?

"Though for training, I'm not impressed with you coming all the way here by yourself... well, let's talk about it later and get out of here in a hurry now"

Spica's voice overlaps Aria's, perplexed by Fujido's like floating voice. Spica was informed of the number of subjects. Probably confused by more rescue personnel than planned. I'm confused, too. Why are you really with me?

Uh, what do I do? Really. I want to quit this job already.

At that time, Fuji Gregorio asks in a surprising voice.

"... oh, my lady. You have a very strong bond."

"Huh!?

Breathtaking sound. Even if Fujido doesn't know, Gregorio, the same monk, will find out. Everything was out of line with my assumptions.

The voice continues to impress me. It is Gregorio's way of approaching and killing the subject with a seemingly calm voice.

"Connections......?

"Yeah... first degree auxiliary magic to the top guardian junction... not a concurrent user. Hehe...... Being a monk (Priest) who can lay this class of sacraments at the same time...... there will be at least level 70. This level of protection on this lower level is slight, excessive…"

"Level...... 70? Er... that's you!?

"Uh... the..."

A voice that can't hide Fujido's confusion. You can't use a kid like that, think in common sense.

And Gregorio denies that opinion with a mixed voice of joy.

"No. The lady's level there is still 10, it won't be hers...... Excellent skill, but above all an absolute amount of divine power...... Maybe..."

Above all, the trouble is that he's not stupid. A heretic exterminator who sometimes crusades his dark family hiding in people is not a fool to work for. Gregorio groans with great pleasure. He's a horrible man.

"- Maybe you can meet my countrymen (from scratch)"

I don't want to see you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Think of your objective assessment!

"Brothers...?

"Heh heh... he is a devil crusader just like me, my friend. We are so busy that we rarely meet..."

Fortunately. If the opponents were extremely powerful demons, the heretic exterminators sometimes formed with each other, but Gregorio and I were both highly aggressive and rarely allowed to form because of our roles.

As I desperately waited for the situation to pass with the magic of spiritual sedation on me, Fumika raised her voice casually.

"Huh?... Mr. Ares', do you know him...?

Hey... don't say your name!

Put me elsewhere in a hurry and raise your voice like Gregorio was impressed. I couldn't do anything anymore.

"Oh! My friend, Ares! You had him coming...... what luck! This is also the guide of the god of order..."

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Damn, I should have stopped talking properly.

Soothes a crisp and painful head with sacred art. Come on, Amelia, connect me to the comms! Stop Spica, please!

"Ma'am, if it was Ares who put that bond on you, that's for sure... my best friend Ares."

Something zotting runs through my spine. You can blow in whatever you want. Eh!

How long have I been your best friend! Hey! You don't call a one-sided relationship your best friend!

I desperately hold onto the urge to hit my head against the wall. If I make a noise, I might find out where I am.

Behind it, Hiccup, Fujido and Aria were having a conversation.

"Ares......? Ares is that ares...?

"... no, probably not. Because Ares is a common name for monks (Priest)."

"Oh, yeah..."

If there were ten monks, one wouldn't be strange to have Ares, a name on that level. For the first time, I've ever thanked my parents for giving me a common name.

Remis, who has been silent until now, doesn't read the air and says it in a boring voice.

"Then we found Spica, too, and let's get out of here.

"Oh yeah...... let's get out of here soon!

"Well, unfortunately, that seems like that's all we're going to do together...... I must rid this land of the King of the Undead..."

I open my eyes unexpectedly to Gregorian's words.

Oh? Oh?

That's an unexpected word. Did you really just rendezvous on the way? I felt like the mines I was seeing were unexploded ordnance. I don't care if we break up.

Let's do another field to overcome the undead. Gregorio is far more dangerous. I want to get some distance from him now.

Holding my fist and lurking my breath came into my ear, but that's when words came in that I didn't expect. It's Spica's voice.

"Ya... no... a little more"

"Huh...?

"A little more... you know, you want to be here or something..."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!! Spica, are you going to wait for the undead to attack us as planned?!?

No, no, you don't have to be there. Because the plan is already a failure.

I can't even use the magic of communication with words like that. I don't have the skills to deliver them. Damn, I knew you wanted another one, one that could use communication magic...... Stefan, can't you just come...

"Yes, no, it's dangerous here, and you should just go home..."

Once Fujido hits a strange hiccup, he persuades Spica. Only now did I agree with Fujido.

"No... the..."

Spica answers that thankful suggestion desperately.

"Me, it's dangerous, because I like it"

"Huh... Huh!? Duh, why?

All I get anymore is a dry laugh.

How could you?!? You don't have that answer!? I like danger...

"Hehe, it's the kid Mr. Boulder Ares has crossed the line with. You're brave. Maybe we'll have enough compatriots."

There is nothing confusing about the unusual answer or just Gregorio. Guys who like danger, they may feel something sympathetic to each other. Spica's not who you think she is!?

Enough, I guess I'll just come home.

Rimis asks in an unfathomable voice. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the ability to crack down on the current situation now hangs on the lack of reading of the air in the remiss. Come on, Remiss.

"... then I ask, how long do you want to be here?

"Uh... ever... uh... an hour...?

"Yes!? Not an hour!?

"Well, that's kind of..."

Which one of you is here, the number for an hour?

Raise a voice resembling a scream as if Fujido had even seen it in a monster. Aria's voice was also slightly trembling.

"Hehe... I'm going to purify the nearby undead a little bit."

Gregorio exits the room and walks down the aisle. His ability to sense the undead is no different than mine.

When I went to the front of the room where I struggled to pack the undead in my unmistakable footsteps, I opened the door.

About the same time it opens, the signs of the undead inside disappear. In an instant, it was purified without a single voice. A laugh similar to the inclusive laugh I heard for a moment.

In the meantime, do we make contact...? No, you can't.

If I make contact, it's going to be a story about why I'm here. They still haven't noticed that Fujido and the others are Saint Brave. I want to reduce the likelihood that I will be able to do so at all. At least not until Fujido becomes a holy valiant man, until the moment of overcoming the undead.

I hear Gregorio talking to himself. Pass in front of my hidden room.

Luckily, they haven't found out where I am yet. I don't want to see you.

"Hehe... Mr. Ares, maybe these undead are gifts for me? Is that an apology for taking my prey in the Vale Forest?

There's no way. Think in common sense, you stupid bastard!

In just a few minutes it purifies the undead of all the rooms, and again Gregorio returns among the Horsemen of the Face.

"The purification is over. Have you made up your mind?

"Yep... I've decided to wait only thirty minutes"

Has there been a compromise?

If it was about thirty minutes, you wouldn't have to worry about Gregorio spreading it. No, I don't think so. There's no undead around here, and there's no sucker junction anymore. Gregorio would purify it instantly even if the undead came closer at last. I have no doubt about that skill.

I hope the time passes as soon as possible, Gregorio said.

I guess you're looking at the statue of the Horseman standing in front of the altar.

"But I've never been here before, but this statue..."

"Oh... it seems that the statue about God worshipped in this land is unknown."

Aria performs another useless miscellaneous.

And Gregorio said it lightly.

"It's a pagan statue served. Let's destroy it."

"Huh... Huh!?

"It's our job again."

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

Rather, it is in doctrine not to denigrate other religions!

"Hey......"

A tiny sound called a penis that opens the hardware in the trunk.

There is no one to stop when this happens anymore.

All of his trunk cases are made of holy silver (misril). There must have been more than 70 levels in person. It is easy to crush stone statues.

Please, don't let anything happen to me.

I felt the whole room vibrate slightly elsewhere praying desperately for me.

"Oh no...?

"Huh!? Huh!?"

"Nah."

One more sign of enormity. I already want to leave work to betray my expectations. Of course, that's unacceptable. Is it possible that it's not Fujido, but me, that all this happens?

The sound of falling flakes and fragments. A bumping roar between the hard stuff passes through the whole room.

The screams of Fujido and the others echo late. In that scream, I heard wonders and Gregorian voices.

"Hehe... pagan god... I can't forgive you. There's no way I can forgive you. In the hands of my God, I will not give you time to sin, to repent."

The whole aisle rocks a lot. Even though I didn't see it, I knew the situation was in my hands.

The statue of the Horseman is moving.

Don't you know the word "don't sneak up on a god you don't touch"?

Death! Death alone! Why are coarse mercenaries doing this? Don't move!

My evil behavior was elsewhere, and Gregorio raised his name in a harsh voice.

"The Church of the Extinct (Out Crusade), third place, Gregorio Leggins. On behalf of my God, let us weigh in his sins, in God's balance. hehe, hahahahahahahahahahaha!