Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

I don't know what ultimately made me decide, but that decision was originally left to Spica.

Amelia, dressed in her personal clothes, welcomed me back to the inn in a hurry.

Put the mace against the wall. Take off your coat and hang it. In the meantime, I've been thinking about what to do.

"Welcome back, Mr. Ares. How was it?

"Oh, no problem. Gregorio won't be out for a while."

If you observe, you'll know as much as if you're not lying.

At least as of now, Gregorio won't be willing to do anything about it. I don't know what will happen if things change......

And it is also unlikely that Fujido, who stays in another church, will bother to go to a third church without errands.

Disconnect thoughts from those of Gregorio and ask Amelia.

"So, what about Spica?

Contact from Amelia. That was a report that Spica had agreed to enter Fujido's party.

The evaluation of the spica in me is downstairs.

I wiped my fear of the undead and made it to a minimum level, but Spica has no experience, no knowledge, no talent and, above all, no reason to go into a Fujido party unlike Remis and Aria.

The pros and cons are huge but more cons than that. Spica is an empty vessel at this stage. There's too much missing.

When Spica asked me if I should go to Fujido's party, I left the decision to Spica's will. But let me tell you the truth, I didn't think I should go in. Aria and Remis may also die en route, but there is a better chance of Spica being killed or injured than that. She is only an orphan who has lived with the help of the Church, and unlike Remis and Aria, who have had little or no trouble fighting demons.

Even so, there is nothing more to be done now. The will takes precedence over all. If Fujido refuses to enter, he's still scouting from Fujido.

If Spica decides to stick with Fujido's party, we'll be there for her. That's all.

good sense to move as a monk (Priest) and gear for it. How to raise levels, how to increase divine power. I've lived them as monks, too. I know them well.

I've already given you the minimum gear, but there was still a lot to be had if we were to follow Fujido and the others in earnest.

"Get all the tools you need. Call the church."

"Already contacted"

The kind of tools can be given through the church. Even if we didn't have stock in this city, we can pick it up from HQ by the next city.

The biggest problem lay in what Spica would do with her own abilities.

It's still okay that I can't use the sacrament. That's something that anyone can use as long as they have time. Also, I show a 'miracle' once in front of Spica and reinforce that faith. I would be able to use the sacrament within less than that distance if I didn't even err in the procedure.

"The question is what to do with raising the level of the spica..."

"Right......"

Raising the level of a monk is tough. You cannot have a blade because of doctrine, and there is no offensive magic against common demons in sacred art (Holy Play).

Raising the level of monks at every party is a source of concern. Especially since Spica is only twelve years old, her muscle strength is not yet developed, and she can't swing a battle mace like mine satisfactorily.

The most efficient thing to do is to make the undead fight against them with a powerful aid, like I did. But that doesn't give you any decent combat experience, and in the first place, this is the only place where undead habitat exists for low levels and suitable for raising levels. If you learn to exorcise, you can fight the undead opponent alone, but there is a personal difference in how long you can remember.

Should we let them level up in this land for a while...?

I'm afraid of the undead. Would Fujido take that as a yes?

If the monk doesn't raise the level consciously, there will be a level difference with the other members in no time.

"Amelia, how did Amelia get to the level?

"I... can use magic, too, until I learn to retreat from it..."

This guy can even use attack magic...?

Unexpectedly, I look seriously at Amelia.

Well, I can use more difficult exploratory and communication magic than lower attack magic, not surprisingly... not at all helpful.

Amelia turns away from me and asks me back.

"What about Mr. Ares?

"I could have used exorcism from the beginning..."

It's not just exorcism. I could use auxiliary and restorative magic, and the mace was swinging. In addition, heretic exterminators are allowed to carry blades on an exceptional basis.

I lurk my eyebrows and remember the old days.

"At first I went into a party and gained combat experience... but I never had a problem with that."

In the first place, my backbone is not like the average monk.

I was scouted into church by a heretic exterminator, so the curriculum given to me by the church side was consistent with that. Not helpful.

"If you give me at least three months, I can work out at least..."

"Is it three months..."

Warriors should not be made into a day. Practice grows people greatly, but there are limits to it.

The role to be imposed on Spica in this case is still better because it is an aid, but some level increase was urgent.

The Golem Valley is scheduled for the next trip. The guiding doll (golem) that lives there is famous for being very defensive, for example, I bought a gun for Remis in the village of Vale, but I wouldn't be able to penetrate that armor with that one.

The demon in that hand goes well with the strike weapon, but it's impossible to defeat it with the current spica. I mean, I can't. There is no power. Maybe even Amelia is difficult.

Originally, if Spica decided to enter Fujido's party, she was going to let him level up in the land with Fujido. Without that man.

"Should we pinch one different spot in between before heading to the Golem Valley?

……

No, that's the end of the line. Efficiency. We need to focus on efficiency.

What matters is Fujido. Just Fujido. I can't even hit my eyes if I lose efficiency and level up enough. We're already behind on the level. The worst spica... can die.

I try to swallow my breath and regain my calm.

Amelia is waiting for my answer. She's only a support and ultimately I have to decide.

That's all I thought about, and I noticed my mistake.

No. No, you're not. I'm not the one making the final decision. It's Fujido. All I can do is guide him, and it's his will to change course to the Euthis tomb.

Reminds me of Gregorian's words earlier.

Destiny gear.

Face up. I set my belly and gaze at Amelia as she stared at this one.

"I negotiated with Gregorio. At least, I'd be making a big deal out of it for a few days. It's best to raise the level of the spica somewhat in a few days and the Vines overcome the undead and head to the next field"

Best. Just the best. The world hasn't done so well. I know that so painfully in Vale's village.

But we have to. I just have to do it even if I know it won't work.

"Are you ready by then?"

"We will continue to prepare for this one. But what the Fujido do do depends on Fujido."

I can't have full cover, and I can't have full induction again. In the first place, we cannot impose the actions of the Saint Brave, and where we impose it, Fujido is not the kind of balls that we obey with great admiration.

§

Make up your mind, Ares said, and Fujido said.

That's a gentle, but cruel word. Spica Royle has rarely decided on anything of her own accord.

So after a night of slow thinking, I guess the spica eventually nodded because it ended up making the spica snort, not because Fujido came to help the spica or for that reason, but because he found out she was a woman or for that reason someone needed her.

Still, there was a slight stray in the spica, but anxiety.

It's almost the first time I've made my own decision about whether that choice is right or not.

Spica was always lost when she went to tell Sister who took care of herself, who had been an orphan.

The idea of no other love came to mind and vanished. That's not just about the way ahead.

For example - is it okay that I've been working downstairs in church before without myself? Wouldn't it be burdensome on other friends? And won't my decision result in revenge for my gratitude to the Sister who raised me so far?

So I was surprised, and more than happy, when the old Sister, who had raised me all my life, smiled and affirmed Spica's decision.

"Spica Royle. If you so decide, let me bless that future as a follower of the God of Order. From now on, I'll be glad to see you on your way."

Although Spica never realized that Sister's immediate acknowledgement was due to the rooting made by Ares beforehand, the answer made the stray in Spica smaller, even if it did not disappear.

"Spica...... thank you so much. I salute your determination. Let's work together."

One room in the First Church where Fujido is staying. Fujido blessed Spica's accession with a stern voice.

I can't do anything like a welcome party because I rent a room at the church, but there are drinks and snacks lined up on the table.

Until before Spica's participation, Aria and Rimis, who had shown difficulty in that participation because of their youth, now just join Fujido in the words of blessing.

Gresha rubs the dried meat without saying anything with the same expression as usual.

"Again...... Aria Lizarth. I'm in charge of swordsmen at this party. Best regards,"

"Rimis Al Friedia, a spiritual magician. What I'm good at is fire magic. I'm the same guard as you... Nice to meet you."

"Spica Royle. Level 10. With an apprenticeship of a monk (Priest)...... I still can't use the sacrament. Best regards,"

Each introduces himself, and at the end Fujido rises.

"Fujido direct. I'm the leader of this party. Basically, we fight with swords, but we can use magic and divinity... and I think we can teach divinity."

"Holy... art...?

Spica blinks at the word and sees Fujido.

Sacred arts should be unusable except for monks. At least, Spica has never seen anyone else using it.

Spica tilted her inner neck, but soon decided to convince herself that she was not knowledgeable enough.

"Nice to meet you... please"

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

Fujido smiles and holds the hand offered, shaking hands.

And Spica asked what you've always cared about. Without uttering one word, he turns his gaze to the girl who is always dried meat with a musty expression.

I met the Fujido guys several times, but I've never seen that girl speak the language.

"Um... what about the kid there?

"Oh... she's... Gresha. We have a little situation... and we're acting together.... I don't talk much... but sometimes it helps."

Called by name, Gresha turned her gaze towards Fujido for a moment, but quickly turned away.

I smile at that behavior the way Fujido gave up.

Communicating with Gresha was one of the challenges of the Fujido party.

They carry me when I'm wiped out in the grave, and I can stand to be useful, but I can't help it because I don't really try to talk about how much I communicate. I don't even know what you're thinking.

Less than ten days after joining my people. I speak courageously, but so far no significant progress has been made.

Limis gently taps Gresha's shoulder like that.

"Gresha. Did you introduce yourself?

……

Gresha looks at Rimis with a suspicious look on her face. Limis sighed deeply at Gresha, who was unlikely to open his mouth.

As you can imagine, Fujido continues with a bitter laugh.

"I can speak the language, but I'm not really used to it yet..."

"It's small but powerful... and later, yes. You like to eat."

Pick up Fujido's words, Rimis explains.

The one who deals most with Gresha is Rimis. Sometimes they're behind us, and sometimes Rimis bakes care for Gresha, who's smaller than he is.

Put down Gresha, who doesn't seem to be paying any attention, and Rimis continues the introduction.

"Later... I'm always hungry -"

"I'm not hungry."

Rimis opened his eyes to the words that were put out of the blue.

My gaze concentrates on Gresha. Put all the dried meat in your mouth, chew the mould, Gresha says again.

Eyelashes tremble and their clear green eyes are directed at the members in turn.

"I'm not hungry..."

"... Apparently."

Rimis sees Fujido with a troubled look. Fujido turns his eyes to Aria like he's in trouble. Aria was puzzled.

"... and well this is how we talk now and then..."

"Oh really..."

"I'm not hungry..."

Almost at the same time when I'm done with it, the sound of Guru echoes from Gresha's belly.

Rimis stood up and took one piece of dried meat he had just bought from the bag he had placed in the corner of the room and gave it to Gresha.

Gresha took it silently and started twirling again.

"Well... give him my regards. Essentially because I don't take part in the fight."

"Yes...... ok"

Spica got anxious about whether she could do it with this strange member, but at one end it decided to drive her to the corner of her head. It is also called a reality escape.

Fujido, who had seen such a spica with a gentle eye, spoke to Aria.

"Aria, what should we do to level up Spica?

"... a Level 10 monk, is it..."

To Fujido's inquiry, Aria's gaze turns to Spica.

He stared still at Spica for a while and remained silent, but eventually opened his lips as if he couldn't say.

"Honestly...... I think the way to level up would be pretty limited"

I don't want to miss a word from Spica, and I take a breath with a serious look.

I had heard of the danger of attending a party as a monk, but I had little knowledge of monks with spica. Because Sister, who originally raised Spica, wasn't going to monk Spica either.

So this was the first time I'd heard anything Aria started talking about.

"In the first place, monks (Priests) who lack the means to attack are hard to level...... Spica is too young. Normally, children take such steps as halving demons and leaving them to their children."

"Or attack magic on a monster in a cage,"

Remiss says as he remembers the first time he raised the level.

Originally, people's physical abilities were lower than demons. If you're a child, it's a shame. I have a lot of work to do to raise my child's level. That was also why the level of spica was only 3 in the village of Purif, where we could not afford it.

Aria observes Spica. A luxurious arm that seems to break. Small body even compared to remiss. Unlike remiss, a thin body shows that its growing environment is not very rich.

"If you grow some, you gain muscle, but at the age of twelve, you haven't been able to grow any physical abilities either. Except if you can use magic like a remiss, but swordsmanship and magic take a long time to form. It will be long after we do it now, and in the first place the monks... by doctrine, cannot hold the sword"

In that word of Aria, Fujido remembered the weapon Always carried by Ares.

"Uh... well..."

A long tin wand with a spinned iron ball. The vicious weapon Ares called Battlemace.

It is a weapon that uses its weight to crush it, and although I have not seen it actually fight with it, I have been shown to wield it.

Ares let him swing lightly as if he were a stick of wood or something, but I don't think the girl in front of him could do that. In the first place, Ares' used Battlemace was bigger than the girl's height in front of her.

Did Aria also find out what Fujido had in mind, nodding with a serious look on her face?

"Yes, that one."

"... sure, you can't... that one on Spica..."

"... Well, Battlemace is not a weapon handled by ordinary monks... in that sense he was... really an 'exception'"

The monk is a rear guard, only an auxiliary position, the essence of which is sacred art. Not many people use weapons as heavy as Battlemace because they don't need to slaughter their enemies.

In that sense, that former party member was unusual. Aria bites the matter again, but quickly returns her thoughts. Now we're talking about Spica, the apprenticeship sister in front of us.

Aria, who had seen many mercenary parties, knew how difficult it was to level up the spica. In the first place, we're not even getting our level up as planned. But given the risk of traveling without monks, it is also a wall that will eventually hit.

"Golem Valley enemies who were planning to head next are probably not going to be defeated in Spica's offense...... The enemy over there is famous for its rigidity... even if it can be defeated, it can take a lot of work and time."

Fujido and Aria have top-of-the-line weapons, and Rimis has a high-ranking fire elf, but Spica doesn't have one.

"... there's a good place elsewhere?

"I have some idea -"

Luke's kingdom is vast.

There are a number of lands that could be used to level up, but none were more efficient than the Golem Valley in what is now known. At least Aria has no idea.

Seeing Fujido's difficult face, Aria sighed deeply there. As if to exhale the weakness in its body.

After taking a long time to finish wearing his breath, he returns to his usual street expression and tells Fujido.

"I think the best thing to do... is to level up here."

"... hey!?

"This is... because, originally, it is a top-notch land for monks to level up efficiency..."

Voice like a frog crushed. Blood draws from Fujido's expression at once.

Let's forget. The sight of the grave I was about to forget came back to life. Specifically, the living room dead and Reis and the undead look.

Though the story I had originally heard, Spica opens her eyes and gazes at that change in expression that took place in front of her.

Fujido turned away when he received the gaze and rarely stayed.

"That... I honestly don't feel comfortable either..."

"... yes, fine. Let's hear it till the end. Let's hear it and then we'll judge."

to Fujido's words, Aria nodded once,

"The undead here is...... the lower undead is not the kind of opponent you would fear if your defenses were all equal and even adequate. As long as we take adequate measures."

"Measures...... right. Can scaring turn it off?

"... Nao, what are you talking about?

Fujido turns to the seeping words of the remiss. Then, by chance, Spica and I gazed at each other and looked down.

Ignoring such Fujido's appearance, Aria continues.

"Especially... The undead make sacred art, exorcism their greatest weakness. The arrow of light emitted by the masked man in the Vale Forest - even if it wasn't so much, even the least amount of exorcism, the lowest undead would be enough to defeat it."

"... you can't use it. Exorcism."

In the first place, Fujido identified the Euthis tomb as his next destination in order to obtain his contemporary exorcism.

A monk who is finally one of us is also an apprentice and can't even use the sacrament.

So Aria drank water once and moistened her throat, saying it beyond as if to preach reason to the child.

"There. If you can't use it... just let me know. For those who can use it."

"... uh, I see."

Realizing Aria's intentions for words, Fujido turned that gaze to Spica.

Sacred art, by doctrine, can only be taught to monks, but now there is a spica, albeit apprenticeship.

Aria's words. Seeing Fujido and Rimis showing a convincing look at it, Spica tilted her neck.