"Holy water is not enough. Thirty points."
The boundaries of the vineyard cannot be said to be strong in flattery. The intensity of the graves falls even further in the hearty underground graves.
By the time I set foot in that room, Fujido's junction was already about to break. Probably won't hold it until morning. If it is not enough, it is necessary to reassert the boundaries periodically at leisure, assuming a duration.
There is no problem if it breaks because my tied ties are still there, but I will ask Spica to tell me later that there are things like that.
Originally, there was nothing you could do without knowing in Fujido, who had no detailed education on sacred art, but once you've experienced it around here, burn it to intense memory and you won't forget it. I've never crossed the line to keep the crisis alive.
Amelia calls me, and Spica crawls out of the front of the carriage.
I guess I'm sleepy enough, I don't rely on the spica that came out rubbing my eyes, and I don't remember the steps.
Silently hang the state anomaly recovery divine method (recovery) on the spica. I'm sorry, but this is a moment of contention.
Amelia turns her hand flat towards the carriage so as to replace it with a spica that fills her eyes with suddenly disappearing drowsiness. When something squeaked, a thin squawk surrounded the whole carriage.
Magic I've never seen before, but I guess that's the guy called The Magic of Sleep who used to put Rimis and Gresha to sleep.
"Don't wake me up in case. Especially... Fujido should be resistant to the magic of that hand"
"Yes."
Spica rushes over. Though not directly involved in the fight, I guess the Enforcement Force was pretty tough on a Level 10 body. There is still obvious fatigue in that look because of what I caused along the way.
Still, that's the look I'm tired of on Spica, she doesn't have a disgusting look. This would be fine if I worked another one. Physical fatigue can be extinguished to some extent by divinity.
"Amelia, I need surveillance so the Vines don't wake up here."
Copy that, sir.
"... then keep me in Aria's leveling ritual. I want to save Fujido's divine power."
"Okay. I'll do it."
Tomorrow will be more forcible than today. Not if you're making it extra.
Make sure Amelia nods and head to the exit of the room. Spica looked around bewildered, but he followed me as I invited him.
"Is fatigue okay?
"Yes. It's okay..."
It's a temperamental word, but it would be about half a lie.
Unworthy of age, few people give this kind of excessive care to those who come from orphans.
"Finish it as soon as you can. You'll be tired, but for tomorrow and beyond. Just hang out a little bit."
"... no, no... welcome... thank you"
At least one. At least one in the last three days, no, two days, except today, but I have to remind you of the sacred art in the last two days.
Day one gave us an idea of the current state of the Fujido party. It is within the limits of our assumptions that we have not been able to use sacred art until today.
Sorcery and divinity, miracles take the most time to remember the first one. Making zero into ich is not the same translation as making ich into ich.
Numerous rooms of unknown use exist in Utice underground graves. It was one of those rooms that guided Spica.
That look on Spica's face is strong right after she enters. Its gaze was directed at the center of the room, the giant skeleton standing upright on the stone table.
Almost twice as long as Walking Bourne. If it's only the size, it's no different from the statue of a surface-knight, which is clearly not the size of a human bone, unlike Walking Bourne.
Immortal species (undead) produced from a stronger temper than Walking Bourne. It is a type of bone man (Skeleton), called the 'Bone Man of the Giant Body (Huge Skeleton)'.
It's several times stronger than Walking Bourne, but now it's just an orbit the size of a clenching fist was staring down at this one without being able to move, receiving light stretching from its feet like a tsubo all over its body.
The aptitude crusade level is about 30. Even this Euthis tomb begins to emerge little by little from the second basement floor, and from the third basement is an undead to that extent roaming as a miscellaneous fish. Not such a strong demon, but Spica will be the first to see it.
Spica gazing and looking up at the monster.
Without saying anything, lower your hips to the stone table in such a way as to lean against the restrained Huge Skeleton.
In the cold air, a slightly greener grey eye was directed at me from Huge Skeleton.
Huge Skeleton turns himself around. A body mimicking its stubborn bones hits the light and sounds similar to the purple electric playable sound. The Light Tsu (Holly Thorne), which binds its body, is a skill in the enhanced version of The Chain of Saints (Holly Bind). Don't worry about being broken by about Huge Skeleton.
He endeavored to proclaim in a calm tone to a spica slightly shaking his body at the sound.
Amelia already told me about the incident in the communication, but it was clear again.
"Spica, I want you to remember the sacred art. One within tonight... will be available"
"Huh... Yes!
A different, more temperamental voice.
I guess I could afford to be behind the Fujido and the others without being able to do anything during the day. Technically, he was instrumental in communicating the information, but Spica is not yet an adult enough to consider it his feat. You might even call it pure innocence.
What sacred art needs is emotion. That's basically as good as a strong emotion.
It doesn't matter, for example... anger, charity, sadness, courage, or a sense of duty or certainty, faith, etc., but Spica still can't use the sacrament because there isn't much divine power yet, but it wasn't enough.
Top monks (Priest) train and serve long and hard to get it. Some manipulate powerful sacraments due to intense emotions with tragic conditions and derived from their trauma.
But Spica doesn't hit either of them.
We are shallow with each other, but we know that Spica has a slightly introverted side. The temperament of this hand man is prone to a strong sense of inferiority. Not to mention that being around her is such a big, unaltered remiss or aria, and that she comes from.
Normally, sacraments do not wake up with backward emotions. If Spica was a strong person, she would have been excited about it and could have used the sacrament in a way that would have been pulled, but that's not likely in this personality either.
So I was going to use 'illusion' as a run for Spica to fix her sacred art.
Originally, man possesses enough divine power in him to use the lowest ecclesiastics, even if he was born in a state. Spica doesn't leak into that example either.
Ask questions to peek into serious spica's eyes.
"Spica, have you read the classics I gave you?
"Yes. One street is..."
A scripture is, that is, the teachings of AZ GREED, which also preach what the disciples of the god of order should be. The vast majority of monks (Priests) train it as a source of faith and give it miracles.
Written formal such as anecdotes and teachings. It is also known in all thirteen parts, and while loading all of them takes a corresponding amount of time, the classics given to Spica are introductory and only picked up important parts.
I don't see anything unnatural about Spica's expression. I shouldn't have had that much time, but I guess it's not a lie that I read the whole thing.
Confirm it and open your mouth.
"As you know, AZ GREED is a god who conducts order. We, the monks (Priest), are destined to follow that teachings and to maintain order in this world, and to be the foundation of that peace. The healing of illnesses and injuries, the assistance of less powerful human beings, and the destruction of the Dark Families, the manifestation of disaster, are also due to their role."
The look on Spica's face, illuminated by a strong light tsu, is very serious. For the sole reason that I chose Spica, I was anxious at first, but maybe it wasn't a bad pull for the outgoing Amelia either. He said he chose it just for his face or something.
Show it by inserting your hand into a piece of light. Spica's ash eyes sparkle slightly.
Huge Skeleton with the power to go far beyond the power of an adult male. The tsu of light that binds that movement completely also has no effect on me, who is a man of God.
"Therefore, the monk (Priest) is given a miracle for this purpose as soon as possible. There are no exceptions. Spica, what did Gregorian bastard show you?
"Uh... uh"
Spica begins to explain desperately.
The countless columns of light that rise. Bullets of light piercing heaven. Sacred art and a sip, but its power affects its divine power and practicality. Spica's words showed the rare exorcism power of the exterminator (Gregorio).
It is a kind of polar polar that he did before the eyes of the vines. The original Arrow of Light in Darkness (Blake Arrow) is a sacred art that only emits arrows of light.
If it is also difficult to generate it like a pillar, it is even more difficult to put it together into one arrow. A very elaborate operation is required in order to form it, rather than the strength of the output. The accuracy of Gregorian exorcism, which appears to be rampant around and backed up by years of experience, is one of the finest of heretical exterminators.
He showed me something nasty. Hit it and put it on to show the glory of sacred art, but the example is too good.
A little worried, take a deep breath once. That elaborate manipulation is harder for me than Gregorian if it's just the level.
Get off the stone table and let Spica get away from Huge Skeleton a little bit. When I stood next to him at a distance of about two meters, I slammed my right finger and chanted.
"" Light Arrows Over Darkness (Blake Arrow) ""
"Ah......!!
In front of me, a small sphere of light floats in a space of about thirty centimeters.
Before the spiker rounded his eyes, the light expanded greatly within the sight and deformed to twist about a meter in size.
It was the arrows that shaped the sphere of light. No, that was no longer more like an arrow than a spear of light.
The divine power, which is more than it could have been, imparts mass to its light, clearly illuminating the expression of a spica that opens its mouth as if it had sparkled brilliantly.
If you're just impressed, Gregorio did it. It's no worse than that, but it's far below Gregorian moves, if you say so in technical terms.
But that's fine. For once, we have to blow Gregorio's given phantom.
And the spear of light was ejected according to a silent signal.
The spear reaches Huge Skeleton in a moment of moments, and when it pierces its trunk, it scatters intense light around it, as if it were an explosion.
Spica covered her eyes with her arms reflexively, and the light disappeared in an instant.
There was no sound at all. The light goes out and the darkness returns. Explain pale to the spica who is still holding his eyes.
"The monk (Priest) gets a miracle according to his faith. Gregorio vowed to destroy the family of darkness by betting on all its existence. His unusual exorcism is a manifestation of his readiness. It's not something a common monk (Priest) can do."
Words of praise. Temperament is unacceptable, but only its ability can be questioned.
His vows take from him a technique other than exorcism and give him a powerful means of combat. Spica, of course, is something most monks can't imitate, including me, and there's no point in imitating it.
There was no Huge Skeleton on the table that did exist until earlier, nor was there any light tsu left that bound it.
Finally, Spica lowers her arms and exposes her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the dry sound echoes the darkness. It was the sound of Huge Skeleton's demonic crystals striking the floor.
Spica stares at those eyes with dismay and gazes at an empty table without words. Cut that gaze and proceed, then lower your hips on the table again.
"Not so powerful, Spica. You already have a place where you can handle sacred art."
"Uh... ho, is that true?
"True. But I couldn't actually try and use it, could I?
I didn't train enough. I didn't have enough faith. In the first place, it was only in the last few days that Spica decided to become a monk.
Even the smaller body shrinks more, as the spica shriveled. But only that gaze firmly suited my eyes.
Implications. This is like a sort of allusion. I don't know if Spica really thought that.
But you have to do it. Everything - for the Demon King crusade. I already gave you the right to decide.
"There is also faith in the god of order. I also read the classics. I also pray in the morning and evening. Fujido's - I'm prepared to fight the dark family, and I want to help the party."
"Yes... yes... yes"
Makes a strong impression of it on Spica's mind by putting it into words again. Turn your emotions, your faith to you. Fighting the Dark Families. Attending a party as a monk. From the routine of living as just one orphan in Purif until now - to the extraordinary called the Demon King Crusade.
Make words strong and persuasive. Intimidate with words. That's also one of the things that you can do when you get to the next level.
And once I licked and dampened my lips, I asked Spica, who was listening to the words with a look of oblivion.
"Spica, if - do you know what you're missing?
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"... Huh? Why?"
Words out of my mouth by accident. Fujido looked seriously at Spica's face.
A few remaining eyes in the neighborhood. Eyes on gray hair. A coat of law for a small body. It didn't look any different from yesterday, but its expression is brighter than yesterday's.
Both Rimis and Aria also see how Spica is doing with the same look she probably feels as Fujido, even in her dreams.
The level of the spica is not the same as the day before, nor has its appearance changed. There was just a little light floating before that.
Yes, the light. A sphere of light about the size of a linear centimeter.
Clean light, as if to purify the indoor temper, surely surrounded the darkness.
"? Shouldn't you have been able to use it yesterday?
Aria gives a bewildered look and stares at the light sphere floating in the universe.
That was small and the light was weak, but it was certainly a technique called sacred art (Holy Play). The light extinguishes and disappears without sound.
Spica shrugged as if she were even making excuses.
"Last night... I practiced..."
"Shh... that's amazing! Spica!"
Rimis riddles Spica's hand with joy. At last, Fujido and Aria felt the same way about the words.
Spica smiles happily as she is pushed by the momentum of that remiss.
"I shouldn't have been able to use it yesterday...... what's wrong?
"It's like anyone can... It's the easiest exorcism (exorcism)..."
"Still awesome!
Fujido shines his eyes and praises him for letting go.
Anxiety about the undead crusade, no darker air than the one that had drifted since morning remained at some point.
The little light that Spica made me use wasn't strong enough to defeat the undead, but it was definitely a light of hope. Even if it was the lowest level, the spiritual peace of mind is different from the fact that there are no monks who can use sacred art.
The body is heavy. Health doesn't recover from just sleeping overnight like a game, and Aria and every single one of her remisses are somewhere slow.
But the voice was bright. Fujido forcefully declares, as if to blow darkness full of the surrounding area.
"All right, let's do our best today!
"Yes! Good luck!
Spica also responded uncommonly loudly as she unconsciously teased the necklace of the cross hanging from her neck with her index finger.