Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Excellent. It would also be God's call"

Gregorio greeted Fujido and the others who had visited the church after a hellish three-day march with a calm grin as usual.

Fatigue seeped into Fujido's behavior, but his expression is bright.

"I defeated a thousand bodies. This is proof of that."

Receiving Fujido's words, Rimis tries to flip a bag stuffed with bread.

Gregorio slowly stopped it.

"Oh, I don't mind if I show you"

"Huh...? Why?"

"Mr. Rimis. Even if I didn't see it, I can see that you are keeping my demands properly. Evidence in God's trials… not necessary"

A remiss that blinks your eyes many times. Gregorio's gaze is directed towards the spica standing behind it from the remiss.

In fact, Fujido and the others themselves did not notice, but the haunting atmosphere of that party had changed dramatically during the three-day forcible army. I went back to the inn once and took a break, but the dirt and fatigue would not cause the experience to fall.

The chair is recommended, and Fujido and the others sit back on it. Gregorio stood up and put it in front of him with tea.

When you're ready, tell Fujido and the others to wait for that word in silence.

"Actually, it's not the number of crusades that matter."

"... what does that mean?

To Fujido's question, Gregorio nodded once and grinned.

"The mastery of exorcism, and what it takes to use it, is neither knowledge nor skill...... strong emotions against the family of darkness. The challenge I gave Fujido and the others this time is what it takes to cultivate it. I'm sure Fujido and the others will remember me."

Gregorio's words revive the events of the last three days behind Fujido's brain.

Filled with graves in the basement and a cold, unconscious odor. The first feeling against the inexhaustible gushing undead was an intense fear that froze both body and mind.

I messed up, and I fought my own life, to protect the lives of my people. Fatigued and frustrated. I let go and rejoiced when Spica got the sacrament, and that hope empowered Fujido.

Fear I felt in the first half, that was only overridden by the war.

When compared to myself three days ago, Fujido can stretch his chest to assure me that he did grow.

Aria, Rimis, and Spica. You have a strange look on your face.

"The battle against the Dark Families brings people's hearts to life. It takes a stronger spirit than physical ability and experience to keep fighting the devil. When you lose it, people are defeated by demons. My friend, my challenge is that there are people who can accomplish it easily and people who can't accomplish it no matter what."

……

"Exorcism (exorcism) is just a means. Without the will to fight the Dark Families, that technique makes no sense, and... with that will, I can give myself the means."

To Gregorian's words, Spica looks down on her own flat hand.

Leading lights (reading torches). Arrow of Light (Break Arrow). Only two, but that's something Spica didn't have until three days ago.

To such a spica, Gregorio said.

"Sister Spica, you are particularly blessed. As a monk (Priest), your teacher will be among the five fingers of the church."

"In church...... five fingers?

"But it is only his power, not yours. Sister Spica, what happens to you in the future... depends on you. And -- so what do we accomplish?"

In this short period of time, even though it is easy, it is considerable growth that we have been able to use two sacraments. But at the same time it is the power of Spica herself, as well as the power she has acquired with the help of her intercession.

Spica nods small at Gregorio's words. What was floating in that childish look was such a serious look that I could say it was impatient.

Spica asks in a trembling voice.

"I... what should I do?

To that vague, lost and mixed word, but Gregorio answers without one disgusting look.

"Sister Spica. I don't know what you're thinking, but at least you got over one wall this time. Don't forget that. Unless you forget, all the hardships that lie ahead will be to refine Sister Spica's faith more."

Spica listening to that word.

Gregorio's gaze is now directed at everyone equally. Those pitch-black eyes directed had power.

"My friend, Az Gried, will never betray his followers. Therefore, as long as we have the right will, as long as we are relative to God's enemies in the right will, there can be no defeat."

"Is that... even if they were demon kings?

Gregorian strong words. By contrast, Aria and Limis open their eyes to that inquiry, which was put out of Fujido's mouth, and look at Fujido.

Gregorio nodded at Fujido as he turned a serious eye.

"Exactly. Fujido, even if they were demon kings, it's not enough to be afraid."

There is not a single piece of doubt in that voice.

Fujido was taken aback by those too uncomfortable words. How many people are fulfilling themselves at this time when they are forced to be disadvantaged by the Demons? In fact, Fujido faces the kings of the Luke kingdom and the heavy towns of the country when summoned, as well as the members and monks of the Knights who defend the country, but his expression could not be said to be good.

But the look on Gregorio's face in front of me right now is completely different from that.

At that moment, behind Fujido's brain, he remembered the countless "arrows of light" that Gregorio had made him exercise a few days earlier. Too powerful 'power' that Fujido doesn't have yet.

He bites his tongue hard once and makes a sound that pushes him to death.

I knew I had no choice but to say that. But it's not reason, Fujido's words don't stop by emotion.

"I... have to be strong"

"Really?"

Fujido doesn't like men.

There is no obstacle to everyday life, but I am not comfortable thinking about putting it on my side for a long time. Enough to kick me out of the party for that. As much as I offered to be a woman as a condition of my first party companionship.

Fujido looks up. His complexion was blue and white, but his eyes were firmly glaring at Gregorio with a strong will.

When I realized, my voice was out on its own.

Not out loud. It's not like we have the momentum to eat and hang. A voice that makes you feel a quiet, but paranoid, obsession.

"Mr. Gregorio. I have… the protection of AZ GREED. Can you teach me some exorcism?

It was a voice that drew people. It was a voice with a glimpse of charisma as a holy brave man.

The emotion was something that moved many people's minds. He said that being a bigoted training monk would be a stubborn swordsman not favoring the legacy of moves.

But Gregorio, who took it, was different.

The air changes. Gregorio turns his grin off for the first time at the word and looks firmly at Fujido.

"Protecting AZ GREED?

A seeping voice of doubt. Gregorio frowns. Put your hand on your chin and stare at Fujido's face.

All men are very small and have the blessing of God of order, but if you expressly say so, it will be different again.

The protection of AZ GREED is the power of demons. Besides facilitating the acquisition of sacred art, it is well known to attribute sacred attributes to its attacks, but on the other hand, those with the protection of that God, considered a pillar of the Supreme God, are extremely rare and few of the monks (Priests).

I feel things have changed and Limis alternates between Gregorio and Fujido. Naturally, Aria blinks and observes Gregorian, who just thought he would return with Jesus.

At that moment Gregorian's pupils widened for a moment, and Giragi and his eyes glowed with sword swallowing.

Aria shivers her body in the cold.

Protection of AZ GREED. Originally, if you are a faithful monk of that God, it is not a reaction to the words you are supposed to welcome.

The glow of the eyes as if they were inhaled. Gregorio sighs small and scratches his hair up with his right hand.

"Oh...... I see. This is what I did... I didn't know you hadn't noticed..."

"- Huh!?

Scratch that hair with frustration and indiscriminateness. In the meantime, his eyes remain directed at Fujido.

That's when Fujido realized. The expression changes slightly.

My body didn't move. I don't have a voice. It's as if the air around you has solidified. I can't move one finger. I desperately try to look down on my body, but I can't move my head.

There is no pain. But it doesn't work. Slightly change the look. Slightly change your gaze. blink. I could only operate to that extent. It seems that the body has abandoned obeying the orders of the brain.

Fujido desperately changes the direction of his gaze and sees the remiss and aria. Remis, Aria and Spica's expressions were also as tense as Fujido's.

It's not like nervousness, pressure, etc. My body stiffened when I received 'Mourning Scream (Bad Scream)' by Reyce, or different.

Unusual situations give rise to fears of incompetence.

Gregorio's expression, on the other hand, was back to normal again.

With a gentle expression, just one person gracefully takes a cup of tea and includes a bite in graceful motion as everyone stands still.

"Less than level 30... Fujido, apparently my friend - you met me pretty quickly"

Put the vineyard at the extreme of the confusion and Gregorio heads to the corner of the room. When I took the trunk I had left there, I went back to my seat and put it in the middle of the table again.

In abusive motion, a cup of tea floats for a moment, and the Shizuku inside falls zero on the table.

"You won't be able to move. You won't be able to move one finger, you won't be able to move one voice. Is this your first time? It's a testament to your weakness, Fujido."

Black leather trunk case. Remove the clasp.

I didn't know what you were talking about, but I knew it wasn't normal. But I can't complain or resist.

"It's not magic (magic spelling) or sacred (holy play). This is - the difference between being (level). Mr. Fujido, there's more I can do in this world than you."

Gregorio opens the trunk. A cup bounced off the lid of the trunk made a falling noise under the table and cracked.

Silver interior tension I've only seen once before. The edges of the trunk are dirty in dull colors and make a creepy impression somewhere.

"It's a very, very strange fate. But let me just thank you for giving me this fate as God's servant."

――

I can breathe hard. There is no anger or sadness in the look on the boy's face in front of him. A sticky smile as usual.

But that's where Fujido realized. The only thing - to the cloudy light that swirls in its eyes.

Fujido's confusion converges, as if even cold water was hung from his head. Calm returns.

But the only thing that can be done to the immobile Fujido is to stare at Gregorio in front of him.

Remis desperately tries to get up. But even though I'm not tense, my body doesn't move at all.

Turning a blind eye to you, Gregorio turns forward again.

"The heretic exterminator (Crusader) of the Church and my fellow men calls this trunk of mine the 'Contraindicated Box (Pandoraz Coffin)'. The weapon of my friend, the monk (Priest), is its very faith. As a heretic exterminator (Crusader), I gave my faith to my God as a monk (Priest) who seeks the family of darkness, this trunk is my root (roots) and a box to seal all sins."

Gregorio slowly sees the edge of the trunk. There is no indication that the dirt creeping against the edge of the box can be removed.

Gregorio opened his lips as he stroked the trunk with a gentle hand.

"Saint Brave (Holly Brave)"

The color of Fujido's, Aria's, and Remiss's eyes changes to the word that pops out of its lips. The body couldn't move, so it was just that change, but Gregorio doesn't miss a slight change either.

No, at that point, the voice had a color of certainty.

"The Dark One. Something to flatten the world. Bring the knowledge of the other kingdoms. The protectors of many divine spirits. I heard rumors. Luke borrowed from the Virgin Tilt and gave him the miracle. He said," He who has the protection of the god of order has appeared. "

The heretic exterminator gathers information for his/her duties. The brave man's information was secret, but he can't hide any confidentiality for long.

In that word, Aria's expression stretches into tension. Because Gregorio realized that his gaze was never directed against his allies.

"Well, honestly, I wasn't very interested, though, in how the gift of miracles... if that is God's guidance, then definitely not. Mr. Fujido -"

And Gregorio snorted.

"Let's measure your value. Let's wash your sins. In the name of my God."