Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

I am aware that my life is quite volatile and different from other monks (Priests), but I have hardly ever been successful before.

Because that's the kind of job (business) I was in charge of. Fujido's support has never been the same quality as any business I've ever done.

But I'm not going to cry anymore.

Because once already in the Vale Forest, I was going through it.

There was a huge hole in the door. I understood the situation.

I feel something hot deep down in my head. All the auxiliary magic was already hanging as far as possible. Wear a mask in an already accustomed motion.

"This is - I'm ready"

Step on the wreckage of the door and break into it.

Mace is out of hand. Mace has already thrown it. To stop Gregorio.

"I hit my hand. I'm going to do everything I can. But at the same time, it cannot be denied that it has become a distorted object. This is due to my lack of experience."

I have no regrets. But when asked if there was any other better way, the question remains. The next time you come across the same situation again, you must be able to do better.

It seemed terrible in the room. The shelves have large holes in the broken walls, and some tables and chairs are turned upside down and legs are broken.

Gregorio stood on the wall. At its feet lies a small man. Pickle doesn't even work, brunette. On familiar armor, big shield. And he's rolling on the floor - the Holy Sword.

I knew he was alive. I entered while I was alive.

"Ah, Ares -...?

He was slipping his hips in the corner of the room. Spica calls my name with a faded look. Gresha retreats with a different look than Spica's, as if even the devil had seen it.

Rimis and Aria were lying on the floor like a rattan. He doesn't seem conscious. But I know he's alive. That means Gregorio did it.

Stare at Gregorio. Gazing in with the shorter Gregorio gives it a form that looks down on you every bit.

Dark hair on black eyes, it looks like a lovely look, but no one will be fooled by that impression by looking at those eyes.

I was calm. Because I already foresaw this scene. Because I foresaw it.

History repeats. Accidents are tough. Naturally assuming a second time, more than once softened in the Vale Forest.

You don't have to have a sharp look like Gregorio to figure it out. But if you dare to borrow Gregorian's words, this is...

"This is - the guy who says fate, the exterminator (Mad Eater). I expected this sight. There's a chance that you'll notice how much I'm hiding, and there's a chance that Fujido will fall apart. Oh, my God, I try to make contact with you myself, that's the man. Isn't that right, Gregorio? So I'm very calm right now."

Gregorio floats when he sees my gaze, like a mercenary with arms. Fujido lacks a sense of crisis, but this man has the same troubles again.

Gregorio gently lifts the trunk case beside it and behaves to shrug his shoulders. And he started talking in a tone that was as if the detective were going to solve the mystery. Don't touch my mask.

"I thought it was strange." There is no such thing as a test imposed on the transcendent (Exdeus), the first in the sequence of the heretically annihilated Church (Out Crusade). "

But, Gregorio, what do you know about my work?

Mace had destroyed the wall beside Gregorio and was piercing it.

"I always try to consider the worst. Fujido, Aria and Limis are down and down, and you're the only one who survives. But this isn't the worst. All three of them are alive."

It doesn't matter if you're a holy brave man, a son of a sword king, or a child of a demon king.

Gregorio and Fujido have a huge battle power ratio. Experience level difference. Doing it a hundred times and losing a hundred times, even one-on-three never covers it. That's all the difference in power.

If you wanted to, you could have killed him with the first shot.

Squeeze and slap your will, as you once did when you stopped Gresha from moving.

But Gregorio's expression remains the same. Level or experience? No, that's probably - ready.

Guess that means Gregorio was expecting me to crack it, too. Unlike me, I'm ready to call it "waiting."

"I only realized who Fujido was... Ares, because of your presence. The protection of the rare order God and the Church's strongest heretic exterminator (Crusader), is too much to call coincidence. Hehe, Ares...... this is not a conjecture. This is due to the logical ability to think."

God's protection is not something you can see and understand unless you even have special eyes.

Fujido should have identified the person and mentioned it. I should have properly understood Gregorio's personality and decided whether to speak or not...... but there's no way I can guess crazy thoughts. Do you call this fate? Is that what we should call it?

Grasp the structure of the room in an instant. Cracked floors, table or chair wreckage. Spica and Gresha's position on the location of the mace, the condition of the wounded, and Gregorian behavior. And above all - my performance.

Scratch up your forehead and warn Gregorio.

Performance is perfect. Anytime - I can do it.

"Pull, Gregorio. This is my... trial. I told you. Don't interrupt me. Right?

Don't you see the level difference? Don't you see the difference in power? No, there's no way I don't know this guy. I know and this is how you stand in front of me. That's why it's scary.

There's a difference between me and Gregorio, no matter how much experience I get. It doesn't translate to beating three low-level warriors unilaterally. Not to mention Gregorio - he can't use healing magic.

Laughs as if Gregorio is dealing with an old friend.

"Ares, my compatriot. You asked me this morning to keep Sister Spica safe. I kept my promise. You're right, Sister Spica doesn't have a scratch on her."

fingered and the spica trembles.

That's not what I was trying to say!

Sure, I visited Gregorio before Fujido and asked for Spica's safety, but that was my intention to make sure no extra action was taken against the Fujido party, which is definitely not to suggest the current situation.

You can only do what you're told to keep me out of combat and safe except for Spica!

I wanted to yell at you but swallow everything. If you lose your cool, it's the kettle they think you're in.

"Gregorio, you know what I mean. This is my trial."

"I understand. And it's my trial."

I can't... talk.

I thought this would happen. I definitely thought this would happen. That's why I didn't tell you what was going on.

When he hears what he says, it makes him look like Gregorio is fine with rebelling people's promises if it's for his own faith. Jesus of this man must never be believed.

Gregorio looks up to heaven. In its daunting motion, it screams as if it were also to be done in a proclamation.

"Oh, Ares. This is a conflict of faith. Your will and mine are now - antagonistic. What's this supposed to be called, okay?

I don't even want to know.

Gregorio screams.

"This is the - will of God. This is destiny. Ares, this is what God says. Show faith, and victory will not be - given. Make this a tragedy and a comedy! Ares Crown, my countryman. I feel so sad and happy that I'm about to be crushed!

From Gregorio's left eye, from his left eye only, tears fall zero.

I'm scared to run into a voice like I'm impressed. Madman. fanatics. There are no more appropriate words to point to this man.

Look, Fujido. There are - a certain number of people in this world who don't make sense.

His face lay down, his eyes once again sword-soaked in colour.

"Ares. Immature justice is sometimes poisonous. Incompetent allies can sometimes be more harmful than capable enemies. That's how we, heretic exterminators, have killed countless people. Isn't it?

"I'm not going to share any opinions with you... Gregorio, this is the order of His Holiness, Claio Amen."

I've already contacted Craio. Perhaps it will be a battle. I've already given Amelia instructions, too.

Breathe deeply and focus on words. My spirit, will, is already in the fighting system.

And I threw up replacing my orders from Craio with my own words.

"Get lost."

"Don't you think that God is just a man who commands the same man?

Gregorio lifted the trunk with a restful, saintly look and said so.

§

Me and Gregorio Leggins are the same heretic exterminators, but it never means we're equal in strength.

Differences in experience to date, differences in sacraments that can be handled, and differences in levels.

Physical differences, poor physical abilities, of thought, differences in faith, differences in fellowship, etc.

With all those things in mind, I didn't want to fight extermination. I wanted to avoid the fight just by words, if possible. But I'm basically a fighter and I'm not very capable of anything else.

Gregorio, my level is 93.

Knock the floor with your tongue and toes and make sure you're at your feet.

Level 93. That level is the highest class among mankind. Considering that the general maximum level of humanity is set at 100, you will see how high that level is.

In the first place, when it comes to hunting demons and raising the level, it is difficult to hunt demons with high presence, and it is difficult to reach this level zone simply because you are normally hunting demons.

If you're just a mercenary, you must feel bad about them.

But Gregorio is looking at me with his shitty eyes. There's no alert. He even seems happy.

"Ares, my level is - 83. Hehe... that's just 10 differences"

I can see from Gregorio's voice that he doesn't intend to pull it off.

Level 83. High and high. How many are monks who reach the land?

But it's just as expected. It's my prediction. Sure it's expensive but lower than mine.

... I don't want to deal with them.

"Gregorio, this is our last notice. Pull harder. It's inefficient to argue with one another."

Gregorio blinked with a strange look at the words unleashed by the thought of the universe.

"Ares, you are strong. Among the many monks (Priests) blessed by God, what can triumph over you will count. Among them, the ability to crusade the Dark Families is picky. Hence the two names" Transcendental (Exdeus) ". But it doesn't -- it doesn't solve the conflict of faith."

Gregorio poked me in the wall. Pull through my mace. Thorny Battlemace. Gregorio often handles his own trunk case with both hands. I wouldn't be used to duplicity. You should be able to make a gap.

Meanwhile, I have a dagger. I was loaning it to a temporary spica, but the Euthis tomb, the first night. It was given back to me by Spica when I trained in sacred art.

It was part of the implication. Ordinary monks are not allowed to have blades. That was taken in the name of - because it would hinder the exercise of sacred art - but I didn't think the time would come to fight with this dagger again.

But contrary to my expectations, Gregorio has unleashed the mace he covered here. Dancing the universe Catch it with your right hand.

"Ares. If you want to prove the legitimacy of your own faith, you can prove it in The Wrath of God (Lars of God)"

"The Wrath of God (Lars of God)"

That's the long patterned Battlemace name given to me. It's not the name I gave it. When I realized it, they started calling me by that name.

I shake it gently in the air, which I'm used to using, it's called by a great name.

The sound of cutting the wind is like a thunderbolt. You don't smash all kinds of disasters.

Gregorio turns that eye to Fujido at his feet. The color of those eyes is not, to put it mildly, that of a sane person.

"Ares, I respect you. That proves that Fujido is still alive. If it wasn't you and the other heretic exterminators (Crusaders) who had your trials… you would have already eliminated them. Not for all the people, and - for the faith of my God!

I tremble when Gregorio's trunk case unnaturally hits me. It's as if you're showing that emotion.

And he muttered with a tranced look as if he was being invaded by alcohol.

"God - always smiles at the righteous"

own correctness, a voice convinced of its faith. The battle is - inevitable.

"I'm immature. I can't even convince one of my countrymen. But there's only one thing I know."

Gregorio. I've never thought I'd be defeated... even if I was afraid of you.

You really think you can beat me?

"It's not the right one who wins, it's the strong one"

"hehe... I say something different"

He twisted his cheeks slightly and Gregorio laughed. It's not a smile that always floats, it's a fierce grin like a demon that makes people feel desperate.

"Power is justice. Victory is God's will. Justice without power is poison. I can't even save the weak. It means justice."

Gregorio disappears. No, the motion seemed painful to me when I enhanced my senses.

Unique footing. High level late speed and refined moves. A piece of wood is bounced off my leg. Fit the mace in the trunk shaken from the blind spot.

"- No!

"Huh!!

Sparks scattered across the sound and impact.

The hand that held the mace is paralyzed, which was not even manageable when it took Zalpan's attack.

It is not by nature a power that can be achieved without auxiliary magic.

But I could take it. Trunk case held with both hands.

My breath is hot. Gregorian pupils, as if they just had to be eaten apart, are clearly reflected in the scenery, which flows slowly due to enhanced sensation.

I also had the same look in Gregorian eyes as Gregorian.

"Huh - you, I knew you'd make more money doing mercenaries than monks (Priest) something!

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!

I was in good shape. Play the trunk. Little Gregorio dances the universe again.

I followed it. For the sacrament, I'm stronger. I - I know who Gregorio's unusual powers are. So without fear of its power, there is no underestimation.

Step on the furniture wreckage and pick up the enemy. The box of contraindications (Pandoraz Coffin) is certainly sturdy, but not classified as a weapon. Here's the reach - up there.

If we lose this, it will be God's will.

Beat the mace from the top right of the diagonal. Gregorio takes it in a box. I don't mind, punch him over and over again.

The floor is wood. Even if Gregorio can stand it, he can't stand the floor if he taps it from the top. The floor is cracked and Gregorio's leg is eaten by a crack.

At that moment, I shook the mace off the horizontal giraffe.

I can see Gregorian movement, but I guess Gregorian can see my movement, too. Mace and the box collide and a dull metal sound rocks the tympanic membrane. The impact cracks the floor and blows Gregorio's body away.

- Break the window, go outside. Falling towards the ground.

All right - I kicked him out. Even if Gregorio didn't have that intention, there's no such thing as Fujido's life if he gets into battle.

The shuddering spica at the end makes a resounding voice.

"Ah... let...?

"Spica, stay with me. I'll put all the pieces on it."

Spica looks over into the room, completely diluted. And he looked up at me and asked.

"Uh... ah... Kill me, huh?

"... very unfortunate story, I didn't get permission to kill from Craio"

This is business. I'm not like Gregorio.