Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Let it be and triumph"

Gregorio Leggins' creed is expressed in just one of those words.

He has fought as a heretic exterminator long before the existence of the Demon King Klanos was recognized in the world of men.

Due to the intensity of his duties, Gregorio boasts one of the finest experiences and achievements in the highly relocated and heretically exterminated Church of the Members (Out Crusade).

But Gregorio did not consider all the results he had achieved to be his own merit.

There is no way that the servants of the God of Order will be defeated, no matter what evil befalls them.

God's servant therefore moves as God wills and naturally triumphs. That's all. There is no such thing as my own effort or will intervene there.

As water falls from top to bottom, if it is God's guidance, then every trial is accomplished. That is nothing more than God's protection.

Gregorio was therefore not worried about the trials he had given himself.

A day and a half had passed since that day, giving trials to those who wanted to master exorcism.

The sun also sets and Gregorio, who was opening a classroom in his own room owed to the Third Church, looks up.

Unlike the day we gave the trials, the sky had thick clouds and the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof echoed.

Few come to church at night, too, in rainy weather.

It's still too early to call it late at night, but indoors, of course, the whole church is as quiet as it was asleep, and only the sound of rain comes into my ears.

In silence, Gregorio raised his voice. A calm voice echoes into a room where no one hears.

A seeping voice of emotion as if you had seen even something unnatural.

"... the guidance... doesn't disappear at all..."

Stand up with the classics in your hands and walk around the room. Its gaze is directed at the black trunk case placed in the corner of the room.

Strange sensation smoking in your head, in a corner of your brain.

"If Ares Crown is going to take care of it, I'm not going to need it anymore..."

A strange voice. Those black eyes stare at the universe.

Gregorio entrusts all of his guiding principles of action to God's guidance - something called a survey by others, but its accuracy far exceeds that of a 'survey' that can be commonly called. That accuracy is such that the Church's headquarters are highly credible.

Most of the time, Gregorio figured out what he needed to do. God's guidance overrides all predictions. That's natural, and even with some rugs, it rarely came off.

Already two days after meeting Ares Crown. If this village is no longer where it should be now, Gregorio himself will know about it.

But that 'guide' gained when it first broke into the tomb has no sign of disappearing.

In other words, it means that there is still something left to do.

He moves his nose as if to sniff it off even if it stinks, and Gregorio tilts his neck.

There is no sign of the Dark Family. At least, it's not in the village, and if Ares is going to deal with it in the first place, he doesn't need himself. Even the heretic exterminator is not good at it, but Ares is an all-rounder that can cover everything from aid to recovery to combat in a balanced manner. Coverage is the only way to lose most of what you don't have, and if you're the one to lose in the first place, you'll undoubtedly come for help because of your personality.

Gregorio looks up to heaven and squeals as if to inquire into heaven.

In a calm voice with no shards of excitement.

"God. That's what you say when I still have things to do."

Nothing in those eyes. No one answers. But Gregorio did feel a sense of trust in the question.

Then you'll just martyr at it. When it's time to do it, I know what to do.

Close the classics that were open with patarity.

Apostle of God. There is no anxiety or hesitation in Gregorio Leggins.

§

Fujido thinks in a hazy consciousness of what full creation means. No, my consciousness was going to fly if I didn't keep thinking about it.

How much time has passed since you walked around the Euthis tomb?

Intermittent pain rushes to the head, breathing is bitter, hands and feet are heavy. The repeated raids of the undead had definitely fatigued the Vines. Mental fatigue, physical fatigue and the rotten odor of countless living corpses (living dead) have already paralysed the sense of smell, and the sweat floating all over your body cools with air and takes away your strength. Aria, standing next to her, also looked around with seeping eyes of fatigue.

Keep your sword, put those hands on the wall, and breathe slowly.

I've just butchered three living dead men who've raided this way. There are no demons around. I don't know if there are any signs nearby.

I don't see the undead as far as I can see, but Fujido had no idea if I could fight properly the next time I showed up.

"Ha, ha... spica... around... any demons?

"... not here, it seems"

A spica with a better complexion than Fujido or Aria answers Fujido's question. To that answer, Fujido relieves himself from the bottom of his heart.

A shield made of lightweight metal feels terribly heavy with a sword that shouldn't feel the weight. Intermittent headaches are a sign that the magic is running out.

Fujido doesn't remember how many undead he defeated anymore. I had counted along the way, but Fujido had stopped counting along the way to the endless number of unseen goals of a thousand bodies and the countless undead that almost invaded me. Because I couldn't afford to lose consciousness of it.

Never, ever, did you encounter a powerful undead. But the first long streak of combat in a long time was enough to sharpen the Fujido's health to the extreme.

"... Aria and Nao seem pretty tired, shall we end up around here today"

That kind of remiss complexion wasn't very good either. Aria and Fujido's health drain is definitely the most intense, but the remiss has also used magic many times with a remiss, burning down massive amounts of undead each time. So much so that the undead showed up.

Sometimes I don't have the strength at first, and I'm behaving well, but I can clearly see that I can't do it from that complexion.

Spica tells me it's a bad idea.

"Looks like there's a room nearby where you can rest"

"... let's just go there..."

I could hear my heart sounding slightly stronger.

Even though consciousness is still so hazy that it can be called a survival instinct, the body still moves.

Don't change formation, move forward, just move forward. I've already stepped deep enough. I can't even leave if I don't rest.

What Spica pointed out was a room the size of one that was rented to the church.

What's different from the room you're renting is that the room doesn't have any furniture or anything. It's about dim.

At the same time as I get to the room, I try to collapse and sit on the floor. The raw feeling finally returned to the cold sensation coming from the thick coat.

"Fujido...... sorry. We need to... straighten the line..."

"... oh... it was"

Spica tells me to take holy water and the 'Magic Carriage (Glassland Wind)' out of different spaces.

Leave the carriage to the remiss, so as to crawl and sow the holy water. There was a strange mark in the corner of the room, but without feeling unnatural, Fujido squeezed his last force and exercised the art of junction (prism).

§

For Fujido Naoto, Spica Royle is a mysterious girl.

I get the impression that even though I can't use any of the sacraments, I went to a single grave, and the way it was done is the excellent ability to hide behind my back. I get a chiggy impression somewhere.

For example, the ability to perceive the whereabouts of the Dark Families before and more precisely before oneself, who mends the sacraments of the inferior and has the protection of the Az-Greed of God of Order.

For example, there's no way to advance that to Fujido, who forgot to tie the line at the break.

And for example...

"Spica, you remember me so well..."

"No... not that amazing..."

Spica lays her eyes down uncomfortably at the remiss of rounding her eyes.

Aria also hangs words of praise on the humble Spica.

"... no, brilliant stuff. I was distracted by the battle... I completely forgot."

Drop your eyes on the widened, thin, dirty map. It was only after entering the room and taking a breather that I realized that I was selflessly obsessed with the battle and currently no longer in position.

Unlike the Vale Forest, it is directly linked to death that the current location is nowhere to be known in a wide underground grave. Even though we know the direction because there are magnets, it's hard to find a way home by chance from the same passages that exist countless times.

It was surprisingly the presence of Spica that became the saving hand for Fujido and the others who lost their complexion.

Spica remembered in detail what Fujido, Aria, and Remis had lost sight of.

Spica whines in a small voice mocking herself.

"That's all I can do..."

"No, no, no, that's enough."

"Twenty percent of demon hunting deaths are shipwrecks..."

Fujido has a magic guide that holds items in different spaces, with tons of food and water in them, but that's not infinite. Above all, I don't even want to think about being lost in the sprawling underground tombs of the undead.

"Well... shall we check the results of today's battle"

Rimis flips the bag he was wearing on his hip. The result of the battle today - the demon crystals scatter hiccups all over the floor.

Countless numbers just looking at it for a moment. But I don't care how you look at it, there's not a thousand.

I carefully counted each and every one of them, and Fujido made a sinking voice.

"One hundred and thirty... or..."

"I think it's a big day's work..."

I have the feeling that I fought quite a few undead in my physical sense, but not so much when I actually count them. The size of the undead is about the same as that of a person, basically fighting in the aisle, so there is a limited number that can be met.

to the comforting Aria voice, but Fujido sighed deeply and dropped his shoulder.

Thousands. Given that goal, we need to work harder tomorrow and the day after. The result is not a very good one for Fujido, who wanted to end it without taking three days, if possible.

"As it were, well, some of the things I burned?

"... you can't prove you defeated it."

Or so I said, you can't even attack a remiss. Without the magic of Remis, the Vines would have been swallowed up by the waves of the undead many times. In that case, it is likely that he suffered a great deal of wounds even if he did not die.

Garnets now lying on the floor are also an alternative source of heat to incineration in indoors where fire cannot be cooked, contributing to the restoration of depleted health.

Aria also had nothing to say about it, just hit her knee with her hand and declared it forcefully.

"Well, tomorrow we'll be able to take them down better than we are today. I'm used to it too..."

"... oh yeah..."

It is true that I am used to it. As long as you are prepared in advance, there will be no such thing as a severe disturbance.

All I've encountered are walking bones and living dead, and I'm only concerned that I didn't meet evil spirits (Reis), but I can't help but not encounter them.

To regain his mind, he slapped his own cheek properly with both hands, and Fujido raised his face.

Then, for the first time in a long time, we enter a leveling ritual.

It was not the level of Fujido that had risen, but Limis and Aria felt a sense of rising levels as they continued to defeat the herd of undead.

Firstly, perform a leveling ritual on those who make lower level mistakes.

Fujido's palm touches Rimis' head, shoulders into his arms and cuts a cross in a motion he's still unfamiliar with.

The glittering golden light wraps around her whole body, and the remiss bites her lips and leaks a glossy exhale.

Divine power fell out so clearly from the body that the whole body became weak, but as I once taught, I continued in a tight tone.

"Now Rimis is at level 18. Until the next level up, my presence is... sorry, I don't know..."

"... well, you just have to keep knocking it down"

"... right"

Presence until the next level up is not the result of performing the ritual that the numbers come to mind. Something that you can somehow estimate over and over again.

Then he turned to Aria, and Fujido said with a sorry look on his face.

"Sorry, Aria. Aria's ritual is... a bit unlikely to do it yet. I think I'm running out of divine power because I tied the line..."

"... ok. Well, if you do it after you recover tomorrow morning..."

Sacred art is necessary. It's not a good idea for Fujido to wear out too much than Spica can use.

Aria nods without even giving it a yawning whilst feeling the discomfort characteristic of being able to level up.

Fujido chewed his lips and roared with regret.

"He would... he would have done it..."

"... I suppose the main job is still different."

What resuscitates the brain is the appearance of a Priest with only 3 levels, who tried to do every task required of a monk (Priest) without changing his complexion.

Shake his head and disappear. What am I missing? Why can't he do what he can?

I feel a fierce sense of inferiority, but there is no way I have the right to make a weaker noise now.

"Me too...... I'll do my best"

As if he had read that idea of Fujido, Spica squealed with a small fist grip.

§

And at night, Fujido woke up abruptly.

Strong fatigue felt throughout the body. In the dark, he rubs his still heavy eyelids and casually looks into the carriage.

The front of "Meadow Wind (Glassland Wind)" is airtight and warmer in the carriage than outside. Its interior is hung with a kind of magic, with more space inside than can be seen from the outside.

Stick your eyes out in the almost complete darkness.

A small shadow that sleeps by placing a cane on the pillow and making sure to hug the blanket. A long shadow that leaks a small sleep in a regular sleeping phase.

I don't feel like killing or hostility, especially without strange noises.

But there Fujido realized one thing.

"... that... supika...?

I don't have a spica that should have been sleeping next to me. Touch the area by hand. Only a carefully folded blanket remains where Spica slept.

I guess fatigue still exists, intense drowsiness trying to drag consciousness into the darkness. It resists desperately and spins its still hanging head. Explore memory.

Surely Spica should have slept next door. Good night, and Spica's seemingly faint eyes, whispering in a hazy manner, clearly remain in my head.

There are no particular abnormalities. There are no abnormalities other than the absence of Spica.

I was half asleep, but gradually the calm came back. I shake my head and drive blurry drowsiness out of my thoughts.

Spica is level 10. Even though you don't feel bad about the undead, it will be difficult to deal with walking skeletons (walking bones) in a spica where you can't even use sacraments.

You got out of the carriage? There are boundaries in the room. Unless you're out of the room, you shouldn't have to worry about being attacked by the undead.

I'm not sure if I want to wake up a remiss or aria, and stop waking them up. Just take the sword you left to fall out at any time on your pillow and wake yourself up slowly.

Let's just see what's going on out there for once.

The moment Fujido tried to stand up softly - his vision darkened.

"Huh!?

My heart beats so hard. I tried to scream reflexively, but I have no voice.

Later I realize that it was the carriage floor that expanded to my full vision.

- Is that it? You should have stood up. Why...?

The moment I try to think, consciousness sucks into the dark. The force had a force far beyond the drowsiness I had felt until earlier.

"Good night, Fujido."

A small, but somewhere familiar voice. Soon after considering the identity of that voice, Fujido's consciousness was consumed entirely by darkness.