Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Gregorio Leggins.

Age unknown. A heterogeneous monk (Priest) who entwines a mild atmosphere and cannot use restorative magic.

That's one of the reasons why the man floated in the heads of Fujido and Arias when we came to the conclusion that we should remember the exorcism was because we'd only just gotten to know each other the other day, but most importantly because the fiery battle landscape we glimpsed as we walked together through the Great Grave was terribly and intensely stained with memory.

"... all of a sudden you're going to be okay?

"... I don't know, but I'll have to give it a try. Above all, he should… at least be of a higher level than we are. I don't know if you can tell me, but if it's enough to listen..."

Aria answers the anxious look Fujido.

Higher level monks are rare, and their combat ability to show the Horseman to his opponents more than that was extraordinary, even considering their emotionally unstable battles.

It should not be a mistake to call yourself "like a demon killer".

Most importantly, Fujido and the others don't know any other monks. The rooms for my stay were the ones that lent me, but I am not close to the priests of the Church, and to such an extent that I do not go to help Spica when she is gone.

Gregorio, who was single and about to enter the tomb, can rely more on it. That was Aria's view.

"He said you can't use any other technique, but you should have as much basic knowledge"

"... well, yeah... it was a little different"

Fujido agrees with that opinion, even as he frowned.

I didn't like men, but if you mean to put them in a party, I'm not so narrow as to hesitate to beg for teaching.

As Gregorio said at the parting, when asked the priest of the church where he was, he immediately told me that he was staying in the Third Church.

Take five men and head to the Third Church.

Aria told me to revitalize the slightly darkened vineyard that she had not yet had the courage to dive again into the Euthis tomb.

"We're lucky. Because demon killers (exorcists) are small."

"That's right..."

"When the Spica is ready to use exorcism, let's just get some level up and head to the next location"

"Will I be able to use it that soon?

"but I'll do my best"

The Third Church was a building about a turn smaller than the First Church where Fujido was staying.

Sometimes the location is situated outside the village, and the lonely air drifting with little vibrancy around it stood in wonder and its sanctity.

Gregorio was in the chapel of the Third Church.

Rimis, taken aback for a moment by its appearance and soon returned to sanity, raises his voice.

"... what, are you doing?

"Mmm...... oh. Mr. Fujido to Mr. Rimis. It's an honor to see you again."

A look no different from when we broke up.

A chapel with no one. Gregorio turns only his neck and turns his gaze towards the remiss and the others.

Gregorio was there near a high ceiling fitted with stained glass. The hand grabs a wall without one of the protrusions and sticks as if it were a yamori.

Gregorio lets go of Fujido and the others who can't give anything back to the unexpected. When a few meters landed without sound from a certain height, he came close with his hands on his pampers. Fujido leaves after an unexpected step.

"Excuse me. I was polishing stained glass."

"Oh, yeah... boulders..."

Rimis returned only one word with a troubled look.

§

"Excuse me. You look like that."

"Yes, no... we suddenly came because we were sorry too... thank you"

The tea Gregorio had for me. He receives a cup with a fragrant scent and scratches his cheek with a troubled look from Fujido.

The rooms shown are less furnished than those rented by Fujido and the others, only one trunk case is placed, and it doesn't feel like life.

Rimis looked around the room intrigued, and asked Gregorio.

"... I just want to ask you... how did you stick to the vertical wall?

"Oh. There's nothing to it, it's just... faith."

"... yes"

I've never even heard of that. Once again, Remis carved into his heart that the man in front of him was a kind of freak.

Aria coughed and put her hand on Spica's shoulder.

"I came to Lord Gregorio today for a favor. Do you have a moment?

"Yeah. Unless it's like going outside the church"

Relax and Aria talks to Gregorio about the subject.

"Actually... I'd like you to teach me some exorcism"

"I don't mind."

"As a matter of fact, the other day, Spica came to our party to help us..." Huh?

"I don't mind."

To an unexpected instant response, Aria looked seriously at Gregorio.

Too quick an answer. That's too mild a word. Originally, sacred art is not the kind of thing you can tell me by saying you want me to teach you.

That euphoria was unexpected for Aria, who thought she needed to be persuaded.

Gregorio continues with a smile at Fujido and the others who are distracted.

"It is a pleasure to see more people arguing against God's enemies. I always think that all humankind should be."

"... isn't sacred art the secret technique of the church?

For once, Gregorio replied lightly to Aria confirming.

"This is... God's will. Mr. Aria, if you had thought about it in an effort to learn the art of exorcism, it would be nothing more than the thought of AZ GREED again. Until I obey it."

"Oh, really..."

Aria felt her cheeks catch on to the idea, which was too different from the monks she imagined.

At the very least, there is no such thing in Aria's known doctrine of AZ GREED. but aria is not a monk even if she is an az gried sacramental.

Check again the monk's testimony hanging in his ear, forcing him to loosen the cheek he was pulling on. The character as faith is definitely stronger in the man in front of you.

So I tell him as Gregorio has noticed.

"Oh, there's only one condition. I am now... getting a request not to leave this church. This will be a degree of cooperation that is not contrary to that, are you sure?

"Yes. Absolutely."

I didn't think you could tell me.

Gregorio nodded once to Fujido, who nodded at the words he could not have, and drank his tea in a breath.

"In the meantime... shall we change the place? We need a lot of space."

§

"Um... what do you need in advance?

"Faith."

"What about tools?

"I don't want to. If you have faith."

Gregorio answers Spica's question confidently.

To the words of the professional monks, Spica stopped saying extra things.

The monk Aria watched the exchange as if she doubted her sanity, but in the end she said nothing in particular.

It was in the courtyard of the church that Gregorio led the way.

It is a narrow garden of about a few meters in size in all directions, with cobblestones laid on the ground and a statue in the centre imitating a goddess with a balance installed to an extent of apology.

Gregorio explained to Fujido, who casually looked up at the statue.

"It's a statue of a goddess serving the god of order, Az Gried. The scale is a symbol of AZ GREED, and by the weighing of sins it is assumed that order God will level the world"

"Weighing Sin...... Balance"

"You'll see all over the earrings I wear. It is commonly referred to as… a cross scale. Sister Spica..."

So Gregorio's gaze is pointed at Spica's ear. I got my gaze and Spica panicked and lowered her eyes.

"- You don't seem to have it yet."

"Ma, I still can't use the sacred art (Holly Play)..."

"It's inevitable. I also... used to be unable to use sacred art."

Check the spiker with an interesting eye and place the trunk case you had on the ground.

Gregorio glanced at Fujido, Aria, Limis, Gresha, Spica and in turn, once his hands were panned, licking his lips with a tinge.

I associate the serpent with the figure as if it were a prey in front of me, and the remiss trembles on my shoulders.

"Now, first of all, do you know what sacred art requires?

"Necessary... stuff?

Gregorio's gaze was directed at Spica.

To the words, Spica looked up at the statue of the goddess and thought desperately.

What floats in the back of his brain is what Spica has seen of the monks so far.

The way church priests have used sacred art I've seen before.

The way Ares was using his sacrament when he entered the tomb.

The monk (Priest) who exercises the sacred art is exactly the embodiment of a miracle, revered for both villagers and mercenaries.

It took plenty of a minute or so and Spica got to one answer. What sacred art requires. I mean, it's something that's in monks and not in villagers.

I had a tip. That's what the person at the time was saying.

"... faith?

Gregorio raised his lid and applauded exaggeration for that word, which was put out in such a manner as fear.

"... great. Exactly. Sister Spica."

Slowly Gregorio takes that step. Look up at the statue of the goddess and walk around it slowly.

Staring Fujido and giving an explanation with a voice as if to teach a line.

"The weapon of our monks (Priest), Mace, is the embodiment of that faith. Sacred art also corresponds to it. Levels and physical abilities are second only. We are the messengers of AZ GREED who use that faith as a weapon to destroy God's enemies. This must not be forgotten."

"Wait a minute. If you have faith, you can use sacred art even if you're not a monk?

To that question of Limis, Gregorio stops his leg perfectly. And I assure you.

"Ruri. If Mr. Rimis is incapable of using divinity today, it is nothing more than a lack of faith."

"If you have faith, can you beat the Demons?

"Ruri. If defeating the Dark Families is... the faith of the man was not enough. That's all we're talking about."

"Such an idiot..."

Fujido frowns at that word, which has no island to attach. Aria also seemed to agree with it and raised her voice low.

"I mean... Lord Gregorio. Is that what you say now that nations are torn apart by demon kings and destroyed one after the other because of their low faith?

"Yeah. That's very heartbreaking."

Gregorian words answered in an unobtrusive manner.

Aria opened her mouth to that priest, who expressed too many abusive opinions, but soon bit her lips.

If the current words were those of the exchangers, both Aria and Fujido would have spoken a word. But it is clear that it is the priest who is in front of us, whose faith does not belong to the ordinary man, and the objection is futile. Then there's no point in mouthing.

I guess Fujido understands that too. Bite your lips and say nothing.

"Even so, there can be no one among the people who has a faint faith. Because that's what people can't get rid of. Therefore, to protect those who are weak, to represent their faith - we are here."

The word was as if to preach. Gentle voice color. Content is like making fun of someone other than a monk. However, neither fine dust can be seen in the expression of the person preaching it.

Gregorio's palm is pointed toward heaven.

"Therefore God has given us the power to protect our people. As long as we have that faith, we shall not be defeated, and therefore we shall suffer every calamity in the name of God. That is the divine life given to the monk (Priest), Sister Spica, even if your level is low or the sacrament could not be used...... never forget. This... is a duty. There is no value in being a monk (Priest) who stops standing up to it."

Gregorio's dialogue contains no calories. Its harsh words, which were merely pale, therefore made Gregorio's own creed intensely impress the Vines.

Limis unexpectedly stares at Gregorio and raises his voice.

"Gregorio, you, if you say so much, you can use the technique properly, right?

"My faith unfortunately… is still immature"

"Tell me all about it."

At that moment Rimis nearly complained that way - a pillar of light rose around Gregorio.

"Huh!?

"Become!"

Not one bottle. The columns of light that occurred abruptly were derived to sew the gaps between each of the Fujido and the others, as if to fill the courtyard.

Fujido breathes in that light that is clearly visible even in the falling sun.

Gregorio sighed in the face of sudden suspension of thought at it.

"That's all I can do."

"This... degree!?

For the first time, Fujido understands that this sight was created by the priest in front of him.

Remiss makes his mouth pound. Gregorio's expression didn't look good, and he really seemed to think about what remained of the word.

"This is-"

"Oh, it's just an arrow of light (Blake Arrow) over the darkness. It's commonly called," Arrow of Light, "right? The foundation of exorcism."

"Foundations... Foundations..."

Gregorio raises his right hand and squeals his fingers properly.

To signal it, countless columns of light were simultaneously ejected over Gregorio's head.

Countless columns gather together and turn them into one small ball of light. Intense brilliance similar to a small sun. The spica retreats after a few steps so that it is pressured by that light.

too dazzling a light, but Fujido stared at it without blinking. As if to burn in those eyes.

That is exactly, God's judgment. Deserves the name of God's holy art.

And the executor of the spell spoke.

"" Light Arrows Over Darkness (Blake Arrow) ""

At the same time as the words, a sphere of brilliant light was ejected towards heaven as if it were a bullet.

Draw tails, leave remnants of light, and the spheres of light disappear into the sky.

But surely the light was shining strong enough to be clearly seen even in the real sun

Even after disappearing across the sky, everyone's gaze, except Gregorio, remains nailed to the sky.

Gregorio makes a loud noise and slaps his hand. To its sound, Fujido's consciousness is brought back to reality.

But Fujido's gaze toward Gregorio had changed. Not only Fujido, but also Aria and Limis' gaze.

Even if I wasn't familiar with the sacred arts, I only knew that the sights I just saw were not something that could be created for a concurrent user. As much as that, it was a shocking sight.

Even though he hadn't noticed that gaze, Gregorio gave his lecture in a tone that was no different than it had been before he let him use the technique.

"The technique of 'Magic Arrow (Magic Arrow)', which converts and releases power into arrows, is considered the foundation in all sorcery (spelling magic). Sacred art (Holy Play) is not magic, but, well, it can be said that it is about the same difficulty. It can only be to the extent of a stepping stone in a superior Dark Families opponent, but without foundation and without application again. You can't use the Dark Arrow of Light, and you can't use any other technique."

"... is that going to be available?

Nanny and Spica ask. By a miracle that was too vivid, the dark clouds were once again standing in Spica's head.

Gregorio stares anxiously at Spica's face and answers with a calm smile.

"Oh, I'm fine. A monk (Priest) is something that anyone can use. Suppose it doesn't work."

"What if... what if it doesn't?

…………

Answering nothing to that word, Gregorio took his gaze off the spica and turned to the other faces.

The field was already dominated by Gregorio. Remis, who was about to complain earlier, also stays silent and takes that lesson.

"In the meantime, let's make it available from your current surgery. Fortunately, it's powerful enough to deal with the undead in the lower reaches of the Utice Tomb. Purify the undead there."

"Hey, wait a minute... I still don't think Spica can use her current technique?

"The first time a man is brought forth his own faith when he has preceded the family of darkness"

Even in the words of Fujido, Gregorio's voice has no shaking of fine dust. The voice had a color of certainty.

Gregorio once again looks down at Spica, a girl slightly shorter than herself.

At that time, Spica realized that, even now, her calm gaze was never full of charity.

Gregorio's fingertips stroke his bloody spica cheeks. Even though the quality of that voice being exhaled was ear-hearted, it made me feel something to relieve.

"Don't worry. Sister Spica, if your faith is true, God will certainly answer it again."