Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"He's out of his mind..."

……

Sit deeply on the chair. Put your feet together and elbow to the table. Snap the knife at your fingertips in a shabby manner.

Stare at Amelia sitting face to face.

I know it doesn't make sense to tell Amelia, but I said it again.

"He's out of his mind. Sometimes it sucks to look common sense"

……

Amelia says nothing. He's looking at me without saying anything.

I might have cried if the color of pity had been mixed there, but I didn't because it wasn't.

"I did know Fujido and Gregorio had a face-to-face. But you think that's why you're going to teach him sacred art? Normally. Fujido hates men enough to kick them out of the party, and once Fujido sees Gregorian battle scenery. I don't think so. I wouldn't expect a man like that to tell me."

I knew it was an excuse. But I really have to say.

There is not enough awareness of the crisis. He doesn't have enough sense of crisis.

What if Fujido thinks Gregorio is on his side? That's not true. Even though it's a little suspicious if you're on the side of the church.

"In the first place, he didn't even use sacred magic, of course, in that place. Why would you want a man like that to teach you sacred art? Oh, yeah. It was my mistake not to tell Spica about Gregorian dangers."

Too reluctant to give out information. But Spica hasn't had enough experience in abdominal arts, and I don't think she's fit.

And I can't help saying that now. Apparently Fujido and the others have already made contact with Gregorio. It's hard to be aggressive, but they're wasting too much action. Let's think about it a little longer and act on it. Whatever you think of that, it's a bomb.

I cough once and turn the knife around in my hand.

"Locking Gregorio up in church wouldn't make sense if Fujido and the others went to church from themselves"

"... right"

"Hmm? What? Are they making fun of me? Is everything I've planted working against my intentions?

"... no... calm down, Mr. Ares"

It's okay, calm down. Amelia's words are getting in my ear. I'm cool.

I suppose so. I've always come calmly. Do not be angry. Even if, for example, all that behavior was behind it.

The spinning tip of the knife reflects the light of day and brilliant. I kept following it with my gaze.

"It's not the worst yet. We haven't reached the worst."

……

"But this is not a gesture. I'm not pretending, Amelia. I don't want them to end up in the worst! Look, I don't think everything's gonna work out. I don't think so, but so far everything - it's on my back. I'm on the back, Amelia. This is... amazing."

What the hell stands in my way? Is that God's will? Is that a bad way to do this? Where do I start all over again?

I seriously doubt it, not that I'm angry or anything...

I notice my distance from Amelia is a little further. Apparently, we've spoken in vain.

Stick the knife you were spinning at the table. Slap your cheeks with both hands and change your mood.

Take a deep breath and calm down. I didn't calm down completely or anything, but it got a lot better. I feel like I have.

"Just for the record, I'm not very good at teaching sacraments to people"

"I'm not good at it either."

Amelia replied flashly.

In the first place, sacred art is not something that can be taught and used. Because it depends on the amount of divine power that an individual possesses and on his or her protection. No matter how hard you try without divine power, you can't use sacred art, and vice versa, you don't have to work so hard to use sacred art.

Just as Fujido, with the protection of AZ GREED, was taught me once to use sacred art.

"But still better than Gregorio. His sacred art is intuitive, and... quite distorted compared to the common monks."

And most of all, he thinks it's right.

Faith makes sacred art. That opinion is by no means false, but it only takes an extremely limited talent and boundaries to form a sacrament. Gregorio's out of his mind, but that's what we can call a genius type.

"What do you want to do?

"The incumbent heretic exterminator has a custom of teaching work to those who have become heretical exterminators. Of course, I saw some of them, and I saw some Gregorians - but the majority of those who became Gregorian apprentices died during that apprenticeship."

Amelia was listening to me in silence.

It's horrible. This is so horrible.

"Because it is normal for Gregorio that monks can kill their dark family members, and it is normal that they can use exorcism. As long as there is faith, victory is achieved by itself, therefore, the monks who died in the middle of the mission, whose lack of faith is the reason, and where they died there is nothing wrong"

"... what do you do?

"And because of that danger, no-one now follows Gregorio. Neither does the Church intend to disciple Gregorio any longer. Because we can no longer just watch a monk as good as the Crusader die for no reason."

Was that the first time you heard it, Amelia turns her eyes round.

The name of the exterminator (Mad Eater) is not Dade.

Even the church cares about reputation. There is no way that two such bad names can be named in line with each other's reputation.

Damn, how could I not stab him in the cafeteria?

I can't repent if I repent.

"Would you like to contact Mr. Craio?

"It's no use contacting me.... Well, of course I'll contact you, but the race has already been thrown"

I just have to do it. We just have to do it.

Withdrawal is unacceptable more than begging Gregorio to teach. We just have to let it grow. There's no other way to survive than to mend the sacred art that only convinces Gregorio.

He will never forgive the fact that those who follow him did not gain faith.

"Keep in touch with Spica. We're gonna set up an operation."

Amelia activates the magic of communication.

Gregorio's target is Spica. Except if Fujido finds out he's a saint brave man, but he basically doesn't regard anyone but monks as his disciples.

So if Spica can remember the exorcism (exorcism), she'll manage to deceive me.

When I thought of Spica, I held my head.

Whatever you think doesn't seem to work. Even I'm not omnipresent.

What shall we do......

§

"Will you tie me tighter?

"... isn't it painful to tighten it too tight?

"It's okay...... because it's already so painful"

To Fujido's words, Aria tightened her thoughtful white sun.

Fujido frowned at the sun wrapped around his chest to squash it from the top of his skin clothes and leaked his breath small.

The pressure on your chest is not the majority, but even with a bitter look, you don't cry. I was used to enduring it.

Confirming that Aria is firmly tied, Fujido breathes briefly and continuously to prepare his breath.

To that strange sight, Spica blinked again and again. Sitting on the bed, he turns his gaze to the remiss who is polishing his wand. Same room. Whether you haven't noticed or not, Rimis doesn't look like he's going to turn his attention to you either.

I had no choice, Spica asked.

"... what are you doing?

"... if you don't do this, the armor won't come in."

Spica stopped clinging any further to Fujido, who said with a crying eye.

There's probably something going on. I think I just need to put on some other armor, but maybe it's something I shouldn't be stepping into myself just getting into the party, you know?

Wearing a smart looking armor with a white tone, there was a fine knight there. If I hadn't seen the ugliness earlier, I might have loved it.

Remiss also wears a robe and has a good sense of self. Spica grabs a slightly trembling flat hand with tension, takes out the necklace of the red copper cross she received when she was called to Ares last night and hangs it in front of her and looks at it.

Rimis noticed and talked to it.

"... what's wrong with that?

"... I got it from a monk I know. Protect me."

Yes. Amulet. It's just a amulet that it's not made of silver, so it doesn't perform so well either.

Knock your palms flat so that the remiss can cheer you up.

"It's okay. Whatever demons come out, because me and Garnett will burn you down. Cheer up."

A deep red lizard on Rimis' head gives a slight tongue to agree to the word.

On the head of the wand in its hand shines a gem as large as Spica has ever seen, with melameras and small flames burning inside.

"And, Spica. You're not afraid of the undead, are you?

To the words of Remiss, Biri, Fujido and Aria tremble their shoulders.

To that appearance, Spica slowly takes the lead and opens her lips as if she can't tell.

"... as, well... not so"

"Then it's okay. Better than the Naos... Nao and the others passed out even though they weren't attacked when they went there."

Is that really okay?

Fujido protested as he caught onto a fiercely questionable spica.

"Rude! That's a clean attack, too! Isn't that right, Aria?

"Yeah. Right. Sure, it wasn't a physical attack, but Evil Spirit (Reis) 's" Mourning Scream (Bad Stream) "is an indisputable attack. Don't breathe strange lies about being stunned even though you haven't been attacked by anything!

"It's not true you passed out"

The desperate objection was completely destroyed in a word of remiss. Fujido and Aria were there. I turn away from them.

Rimis flaunted his shoulder at the look and let him sigh softly.

"It's okay. Even if you weren't able to use your exorcism right away, I'd support you. Even Nao and Aria will be around the wall... and I think Gresha will be quite useful in Gresha."

"... Yes"

Gresha at the time is not the only one who prepares, but sits in a chair and lets her legs hang out without me involved.

Recalling the numerous advices given by Ares, Spica was prepared as of late.

I finally grab the sleeve of the coat I'm used to wearing and get up. In a smooth touch mace, the nostalgia also contains a classic. Ares' dagger, who was told he still had nothing to give back on his hips, was down.

After everything I could do now, I remembered what I said yesterday and told Fujido.

"... Speaking of which, a monk I know said... it seems pretty hard to defeat a thousand undead all of a sudden"

challenges given by Gregorio.

It was to crusade a thousand undead within three days.

Both Aria and Fujido argued that it had no effect at all, and the challenges just given are not like being imposed on a spica who doesn't inherently remember the sacraments yet.

To that word of Spica, Fujido says with a strong smile.

"... uh... what about having someone from that acquaintance of monks arrive or something? Look, Spica can't use the sacrament yet either..."

"... they're going to follow me"

"... hmm? Did I say something?

I squeal so small that I can't hear Fujido. Spica held her fist as she smiled at Fujido, who had listened back.

Even if you follow me, it's up to Spica herself to remember the exorcism.

It's the result of my own choices. We have to do whatever it takes.

Even if I couldn't do it on my own, now - because there are people behind me who can support me.