That Gregorio himself called it smell, or guidance, etc.
I've been on the battlefield for over a decade now.
The accumulated experience gave Gregorio himself the kind of inquiry he deserved to call a miracle, which was intensely compatible with his own temperament of martyring in faith. That was the essence of a man who received two noisy names, extermination (Mad Eater) and so on, but also climbed to the third place in the sequence of the heretical extermination church (Out Crusade).
- Therefore, the man has no hesitation to act.
Heavy and cold air. Only the light of a fire lizard shined in the red lotus through a stone made aisle without a window.
Only quiet footsteps echo the cold corridor, with no shadows except for the Gregorians around. But Gregorio, sheltered as a monk (Priest), knows to take the signs of the countless dark families present in the vicinity.
The vast majority of them are trinkets that are not enough to take, such as Lace and the Living Dead.
Immortal species (undead) basically do not like the light of the sun. Thus, demons tended to become more powerful underground in fields like crypts. In fact, Gregorio has felt a strong evil that erodes his soul from far underground ever since he stepped into the crypt.
It was supposed to be the purpose of the original vacation - diving deep to destroy them. but the purpose had already disappeared from my mind.
The magic doll I just defeated, and the Euthis tomb itself.
Gregorio was convinced that he was on the right path, walking back to earth with a lightweight, sturdy trunk made of holy silver (Mithril) in one hand and coincidentally with the boys on the road.
I don't know where I'm going or what's going to happen. Gregorio doesn't have the great power to read the future, etc. But that doesn't matter.
- Everything remains God's guidance.
"Um... Mr. Gregorio"
Two, a girl named Spica, whose boys are here to rescue him, looks up at this one with a gray eye.
It's like peeking eyes. Answer that with a smile on your face.
"What's wrong, ma'am?"
The unnaturalness of being able to move forward alive in the tomb, albeit not deep, even though he was still in his early teens, with the powerful aid of the sacred art that was revealed to him. While I understand that the situation was perhaps unnatural, I don't put that on the table.
I don't care about that.
Overall, eyes tucked down by poorly fleshed bodies. The unnatural call of an introverted girl to a heretic exterminator who had ravaged earlier also did not matter to that heretic exterminator.
Once you take a small breath, the spica continues with you most of the time.
"Mr. Gregorio... why did you decide to return to the city?
"It's God's guide. Hehe... If your daughter is going to be a monk (Priest), there will come a time to know."
Gregorio himself, does not expect to be understood. No matter how many AZ GREED followers, the character of faith is different between ordinary people and monks.
Gregorio knows very well from his previous experience that he is different from others. While I am familiar with it, I refuse to care. Only a fellow heretic exterminator with the same role as himself can understand himself.
You feel something in that voice color, Spica silences you.
A pale swordsman walking next door - Aria opens her mouth - as if to ease that silence.
"Lord Gregorio... you always fight like that?
"No, I... am a monk (Priest)"
Aria rounds her eyes to Gregorio's answer.
"Really...?... Is Lord Gregorio the Devil Killer (Exorcist)?
"Well, it's similar...... but my friend. It's only natural that monks can kill demons. Because that's God's life."
Two, something like black mist descends from the ceiling in the direction of travel.
A kind of lower undead. Gregorio pointed his index finger at it in extremely natural motion.
At the next moment, vision is enveloped in white for a moment.
The lights of the Remiss fire fairy are also painted white with everything for a moment and darkness returns again. But there are no shards of black fog left that should have been there earlier.
Fujido blinks with his pussy. Aria took a breath, but soon returned.
"I see... exorcism (exorcism), or..."
"I have sworn to God the destruction of my enemies."
Remis slightly opens his lips to the word. I turned my gaze to Fujido once, bewildered, but immediately closed it.
Take a little more time to get out of Utice's grave than to go.
Whether it had occurred anew, Gregorio had been exterminated at the same time as he had been attacked several times by the undead on his way home. The intense white light does not give the Fujido and the others time to look undead, and Aria and Fujido are not as pale as they used to be.
The sun that went up to heaven high. Downpouring sunlight. In the gap from the dark, Fujido, who went out first, narrows his eyes.
Spica, Aria and Limis, and Gresha, who did not speak a word, swoop up the stone stairs and return to the ground.
The last time Gregorio went outside, he turned his unchanged expression to a line of vines.
"Thank you. Then I'll be around."
"... what are you going to do now?
It doesn't seem like a bad person, but I don't even think I'd like to deal with it. Rimis gets lost trying to speak up about something and eventually asks a hard question.
To that question, Gregorio answered with a smile after a while of thought.
"I'm going to stay at the church in Purif for a while. Please let me know if anything happens. Ask the Church priest and he will guide you."
§ § §
"Now what?
The heretic exterminator is accorded a high status within the Church in order to achieve its purpose.
In one of the church rooms he rented for his stay, Gregorio blinked.
What you hear in your ear is Gregorio's boss's voice.
For regular reporting purposes, the words received in the correspondence connected to Headquarters were unexpected words for Gregorio.
'Sorry, but the vacation is over. Return to headquarters immediately. "
"Why?
It's a new job.
Gregorio visited the Euthis tomb because he got a vacation - because of the sudden disappearance of the demonic work he was supposed to do.
The task I was doing before that has already been completed, and even if my next job goes in, it's hard to get into that continuum. The heretic exterminator is also a human being, and there is fatigue.
Boss - Gregorio turns his gaze to the trunk case in the corner of the room as he hears Cardinal Craio
Craio's voice had the intimidation to scrap the question, but he listened back without worrying.
"Is that a rush job, my lord?"
'It's a rush job.... What can I get you?
"Yes, God's guidance."
'Well... but I'm in trouble if you don't come back. This is... God's life.'
Craio returns it without interruption to words that are difficult to understand.
Gregorio frowned at the words. Divine life. My own boss can hardly use that word.
Sit back on the bed and look up at the ceiling. Contrary to his relaxed outfit, his eyes were shimmering.
"So much work"
'Exactly, Gregorio. If it wasn't you, I'd be in trouble.'
It is not status or money that moves Gregorio, but God's guidance.
I wasn't uncomfortable with that word. However, Gregorio's tongue turned as if he was truly guided by God. Without any emotions.
"Is there something wrong with me being in this land?
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"I refuse, my lord"
'... why? Crusade mission will be your real nostalgia. "
You were right. Gregorio has rarely refused the task of his hand. At present, the crusade mission in the Vale Great Forest, which was given shortly after the previous work, has been received in two replies.
Gregorio answers Craio's voice with a calm voice with no emotion.
"Because it should be, my lord. I should still be in this land. [M] This is… God's guidance."
"Why?
"God's guidance is the reason, my lord. There will be no further reason to act."
"You think you're ignoring orders?
"My lord, I'm not ignoring it. It's not like I need a break."
You never have an anti-bone spirit to your boss.
I have respect for the role of Lord Holy Mistress, and I owe you for appointing me as a heretic exterminator.
But its priority is far inferior to God's guidance. That's all.
"My lord, God is entrusting me. I have to be there. I must be in this land. At least - not yet."
I have no intention of discussing good or evil, nor can I ever see the future.
It is not the kind that can be explained in language, nor is it the kind that is understood.
But there was no rash in that voice, and it was just a certainty, not a voice asking for acceptability.
Craio gets stuck in words for the first time and asks in a push-kill voice.
'... what are you going to do?
"It's all God's guidance, my lord. I'll be in touch."
Disconnect the communication without waiting for your boss's words.
In the silence back indoors, Gregorio was just one person with the same grin as usual.