Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

When I woke up, Sanya was being put to bed.

The first thing I felt was dull pain. I praise my face for the pain and fatigue that lingers in the core of my body, shaking my head and shaking off my strong eyesight.

"Hmmm....................................................................."

"! Sanya, are you okay?

The rabbi, sitting in a nearby chair, rushes over.

Sanya and Rabbi have been rigorously training each other with the same teachers. The last few years have seen a slight decrease in the number of times, but when we first started training, we often fainted and nursed each other.

"Do you remember what happened?

"Ahhh... oh, no, I'm surprised... I knew they were legends..."

Eyebrows, rubbing arms. Sanya, a half-beast man who draws the blood of the Silver Wolf species, but its characteristics are not reflected in its appearance.

As long as his ears and tail are growing, he has no body hair like an animal, but the strength of his bones and muscles far exceeds that of a human being.

There were traces of minor burns on the rubbed arm.

The Holy Knight is a rare position. Sanya never fought either, but that's no reason to lose.

If it were in action, Sanya would be dead. But that was so, so unexpected.

The action taken by the legendary knight against Sanya, who kicked the earth, flirted with the speed with which he made a special offer, and attacked from behind -.

Sanya tongued loudly and pressed her fist against the other hand.

"It's the counter. Plus, shield bash. I can't believe we're doing this with such a giant shield. - Oh, I didn't expect that."

Besides, that knight didn't move a step.

Traces of burns left on the arm would be the effect of sacred art. The manipulation of light is a field of sacred art, and light is large and small and with heat.

In retrospect now, it was the perfect time counter. He responded easily to Sanya Shuttle's highest-rated blow from the blind spot.

It's like being crushed by a wall. It is said that the Holy Knight is suitable for protection, but if that is the point of reach of all the Holy Knights, it is satisfactory.

It was inappropriate to strike, but even if it were, it wouldn't have inflicted a lot of damage with that full-body armor.

But I didn't know you could even let me use a sword......

But hearing Sanya's words, the rabbi blinked his eyes frequently. He asks me in such a way as fear.

"What else...?

"He...?

I don't know what the question means, I tilt my neck.

The overwhelming pressure emanating from that body. A skilful shield that makes you feel years of training in a position reminiscent of a robust fort that made you try to take Sanya's attack with little movement.

Not so flashy, but a legendary knight deserves it.

"... that's about it. Anything wrong?

"No... it's nothing. … I am called by my boss…… Sanya, please rest"

"Okay. Hey...... I would definitely envy you if you bragged to your master. Oh, my God, there's no such thing as a mercenary paired with an authentic legend."

We have to win next time. but if the other person is really living a long time, the presence hidden in him is not normal.

It is the master and Ares who boast the highest presence in Sanya's knowledge. But both of them are tied to life expectancy.

Is there someone who can beat a monster like that?

No - in the first place, why didn't the Church send the Holy Knight on the Demon King's Crusade?

And so the rabbi frowned and brought his face closer. Coward-looking face. The deep red eyes reflect Sanya.

And the rabbi said, lurking his voice.

"Sanya, that knight must be the secret of the church - the ultimate weapon. I don't know what the boss is thinking......................................."

So the rabbi silences for a long time.

Secret. Final weapon.

Rabbi is a weak species unlike Sanya. Physical strength is also far inferior to that of Sanya. Though such a rabbi had God's protection, it was valued only slightly higher than Sanya because its cowardice had led to its advantages as a mercenary.

There was an uncontrollable fear in those quiet eyes. It would be due to that will that I am not trembling. Mercenaries do not appear to be at work when what they are thinking is immediately on the table.

Waiting for the words, Rabbi said, reluctantly, uncommonly.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… this mission may be a little more dangerous than usual………"

"... what?

It is the support of the Demon King Crusade. It is no longer necessary for this mission to be more dangerous than usual.

To Sanya, who rounded her eyes, Rabbi let go of her face.

"The Church... anything, I'm going to do. The boss is sweet on the sides, but only the processing is thorough. Careful - you have to block your ears, meditate your eyes, and close your mouth..."

"Ah..............."

Rabbi flutters out of the bedroom with a bump. Sanya turned her eyes round and dropped it off.

Did you even hear something you didn't like?

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"And if you'll excuse me, boss..."

"Get in."

The door is knocked in horror, and I hear a nervous voice.

It's just me and Grace in the room. Eve, Amelia and Stay ran proper errands and kicked him out.

The black knight, who was upright in front of me, turns his gaze here as if to blame him. I shook my head to the side silently.

Grace is strong. Strong - but we need a collaborator.

An eye-catching, daring, and cowardly accomplice.

The door handle is around and the rabbi comes in. I opened my eyes unexpectedly.

Rabbi's outfit had turned from thick clothes here these days.

Sleeping white camisole. Slightly stretched thin hands and feet. The skin is so clear that blood vessels appear, but only the face is bright red and upbeat.

And most importantly, there was a black blindfold in its eyes. My ears are asleep.

"What's that outfit?

"Keho, I caught a cold... and for some reason, my eyes... can't see"

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"With all due respect...... I'm going to bother you. The............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. I'm blind, I'm blind. I can't hear much, either."

The rabbi flutters and hits your head against the wall. Ask the sitting rabbi.

"What about your tongue?

"... None"

Don't lie to me. There's no way.

Rabbi usually hides his weapon in a thick robe, but with this thin outfit, he can hide anything.

Remember, check with the rabbi who is sweating sloppily.

Speaking of which, some of the Raven Warcraft slay their enemies with their ears.

"!? right............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ My ears, they're short. Look, look!

The rabbi desperately lifts his ears with his peppered hands to show them.

If Amelia or Stay does it, it's definitely just a joke, but Rabbi is a serious mercenary.

This guy, now you're going to change the air on the field under the guise of a clown. I won't miss it.

I suppose wearing thin indicates that you don't have a weapon.

Standing up, Rabbi's ears tremble as he sat up. No matter how blindfolded you are, it will be easy to detect the situation with sound alone if you hear a rabbit.

Definitely should be trained as well, and it's not strange to be able to grasp what's going on around you more than you can see.

As I approached, I turned my arm and held the rabbi up. The rabbi screams small and turns himself around.

"Hi-ha! Boss, boss! What... such a rampage, no."

"... hot... flat fever"

"Hey, stop, please! It's a breach of contract! It's sexual harassment! Promise and no! Me, I'm out! From this request, I'm out! To Amelia, I can tell you!

"You don't have a tongue, do you?

…………

Rabbi grows up. But the heartbeat is up and his face is bright red.

It's not like I messed up the place and tried to escape. You know something you don't.

Return to the chair with the rabbi and put it on your lap so you don't miss it. The rabbi lay with no power as it was, showing his belly.

Seems to have completely noticed. Say it in a trembling voice.

"Okay, I got it. You can do whatever you want with me. So, please. Forgive me, Sanya."

"That's not how you bought sympathy, Rabbi. No matter how much you pretend to be a clown - I've watched more clouds than that ever since I got this assignment. It's a stressful mission, but for that matter, I've learned something."

The important thing is not to deal with it properly.

Showing your belly is a sign of obedience to the beast. Placing his hand over the rabbi's belly, the rabbi screams small and turns himself around. Put your ears on, but your neck is decapitated with you just lying there.

I saw Grace standing in front of me and not even moving Pickle.

"The Queen's Knight (Sister General)." During this time, I haven't been to the Golem Valley in a long time. Madame Karina was a good winner. As always, I was serving God. "

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"Time passes fast. Gregorio raised his disciples well, I was entrusted with the Crusade of the Demon King, and you - are still there as the ultimate power of the Church."

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The Queen's Knight (Sister General) says nothing. I kept my mouth shut and put only a little force in the hand I put in the rabbi's belly.

"Hih!

"Rabbi, that's a question. Answer me, how come the Church didn't grace the Saint Brave first?

"... I don't know, I don't"

Her face is bright red. But this is the original. What was on that look was a strong fright.

Prudence is a virtue, but now we have to move on. I know how to hand the beast. I didn't want to get my hands dirty, but - don't have to.

Light the light on your hands and slowly stroke the rabbi's belly. The rabbi's body jumps a few times and turns around. But I won't miss it.

I'm a monk, I don't torture people. If the opponent is on his side, it's even worse.

"Hih!? Huh!?!?

"There won't be any pain, will there? But some things are scarier than pain."

Sacred art is the power of recovery. Healing is pleasure. Strong pleasure disturbs the mind.

So the old outrageous monks (Priest) used the power of strong light to braid the art of mastering the hearts and minds of people.

It's against doctrine now, but depending on how it's used, it can be used to negotiate.

A shuttle apprentice. Even if the pain is resistant, it is not here.

Glance the rabbi's belly from the top of his clothes with your fingertips. Soft meat feel. Temperature. Screaming. Breathing disturbances. Sweet smell. The rabbi bounces over my lap many times. The blindfold was already slightly damp with tears.

It shows an unexpected amount of rumbling, but the level difference is different. I just treated him the whole time, and he stops his hand.

"Resistance is futile, Rabbi. Say it. I know what you've noticed."

"Huh... Hih..."

It's no use trying to hide it or pretending not to notice it. I hired you, forcing you to cooperate.

No sanya, he's strong. Rabbi is just horrible at ambushes, but Sanya, who excels in physical specs, can't dispose of them promptly when she has to.

Apparently, he can't even breathe. It's ringing with momentum that's about to burst my heart. Apparently forbidden hands are too effective for beasts with estrus. Let's keep track of it later.

Wait for me to settle down without touching my belly. The rough breath and grunting sound continued for a while, and the moment the rabbi's breath calmed down, he rested his hand on his stomach again.

The rabbi trembles again. Awesome sweat.

"Hih no... ah, ha, I know, I know, I know..."

"Good boy, Rabbi. I don't hate the good guys."

Rabbi covering with her hands as if to cover her face. Yes. I won't miss it. I'm not saying I'll kill anything.

External collaborators who are aware of the circumstances in drawing up the operation with Grace in it are essential.

The rabbi had been breathing roughly for a while, but eventually, he said in a small voice that he would not hear if he didn't clear his ears often.

"'Old'... I think"

Perhaps if the faithful had heard, they would have doubted their ears.

An immortal knight who lives longer than ever, a knight whose faith has given him destiny to continue fighting eternal life, such as old - against doctrine.

Immortal knight. A long time knight. A true saint. Grace Gadicent Trinity

Grace says nothing. But his head leans slightly and he sees the rabbi.

"Why do you think so?

"... use your sword... because you weren't there. That move... was definitely, old man's, move,..."

Perhaps that's not the only reason Rabbi noticed.

A powerful sacrament allows the old man to wield a great sword, but it is not an all-powerful technique.

When you get older, your movements become dull. If you take a good look at each and every step of the way, you'll see how you're trying to get as little exercise here as possible.

Legend has it that Grace was the bearer of a terribly aggressive sword that ran the battlefield and took the lead and slaughtered and killed the Dark Family.

I don't sit because once I sit in full body armor, I can't stand up promptly. I suppressed Sanya on the counter because I avoided strenuous exercise.

I asked the last question.

"Why did you try to hide what you noticed?

"Heh... that's - heh"

stroke a slightly damp belly even from the top of the cloth. The rabbi swings to the side no, resisting.

That's right. The immortal knight dies. Once that's known, the people are done. At least, the forces can be repainted at once.

As much as that, Grace's presence is huge. The timing sucks now that the Demon King is attacking me.

So the rabbi hid what he noticed. Because I've touched the contraindications of the church.

But she's losing her cool. I don't dispose of it. Even a handkerchief isn't enough.

Whether the rabbi notices it or not, he dies.

Grace dies. This is an absolute fact. The only thing that changes is if the cause of death is aging or death in battle, slow or early.

It wasn't until then that I became part of the heretic exterminator.

So, Craio brought her in.

Live in battle, die in battle. To fulfill the true spirit of the immortal knight, while at the same time making the most of the still living knight.

If, for example, Grace dies and Fujido defeats the demon tribe that killed her, the immortal knight's fame will be ascended to the Saint Brave.

But I'm not just gonna let you kill her.

"Grace, how many years later, can you live?

The rabbi is twisting his body on his knees. I don't have light on my fingertips anymore, but apparently enough.

A knight who has always remained silent sees this one.

A helm that is perfectly covered and has no view of the interior. From behind it, there was a plundering, whispering voice.

"Three years."

The rabbi stiffens for a moment. I guess I heard your voice. The idea is that the senses are sharp.

But there's more... No matter how favorable you look at it, you should think of it as three years left.

There will be no more time until we can't fight. So Craio brought me here.

She can still be used as a trump card.

So, the Book of Heaven descended on me.

I'll try to sort it out in my head, but there's no way I can come up with any other good ideas. I was thinking a lot until Grace arrived.

"Right...... you don't need to defeat the Demons to make anything more famous"

He gives a face and smiles at the knight who has been silenced again.

On his knees, the rabbi is listening as he cramps his body.

"Grace, joy. Maybe... you'll have your first experience that year. Have you ever raised anyone?