Demon King of Phantom Thief – a Betrayed Thief Stole the Stats and Skills of the Hero Party Then Reigned Over the World

Commemorative prayer is a ceremony in which the first brave men are chosen.

Only on that day will the prayer take place in the square in front of the cathedral, not in the chapel.

Instead of the whole city, from outside the city, a large crowd was pushing to participate in commemorative worship.

The holy knights wrapped around a golden yoroy are making a big circle and pushing people aside.

At its heart are the high priest and deputy, and - Marie.

Marie is smiling as she is put on a luxuriously designed, elaborate mood.

But those eyes don't shine as bright as they used to.

- On its head [the crown of cold thoroughness] was intricately glowing in the light of the sun.

Behind the cathedral, the high priest said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I sincerely thank God for gathering you on this good day and for being able to spend time with you"

The song by the choir sounded.

The wave spreads through the people.

Singing together, the high priest smiled.

"Today is that monumental day, when the first brave man was chosen by God"

The voice of the Great Cleric echoes the tower built to surround the square, sounding good.

There was a fountain in the center of the square, but people were pushing it to its edge.

"Why did God guide the brave with the light of the stars? That is because the light of the stars is given to all equally. We can also see the light that the brave man sees. God's love is thus poured out equally"

People are eagerly listening to the words of the high priest.

"But there are those who turn away from that light. He who has immersed himself in the darkness and stared too deeply into the darkness, but therefore even hates the light of the stars. We must be grateful. that he was not the one himself. And you should be worried, that such is in the world."

The voice of the Great Cleric gives a sad tone.

"Why was God created a demon king? God made the demon king manifest, and he used the brave. To defeat the Demon King. We have to think deeply about that."

Frequent silence.

People are even listening to that silence.

"Is the presence of the Demon King other personnel? It exists somewhere in this world, and a brave man somewhere in this world defeats it. Our lives go on. If such other personnel, how could God have instructed and sanctified the brave in our sight… the light of the stars? With this in mind, we get to one answer. It means we are on the side of the brave and with the brave. With the brave, it is we who confront the Demon King."

"Exactly!

A woman's voice rises out of the crowd.

There were even those who were weeping.

Marie sits still on top of her, smiling vaguely.

The Great Cleric continued.

"All of us human beings must have our inner brave men in our hearts. Like a little light. If all people hold a brave man in their breasts, it will be a great light to wrap up the world. You've figured out why God made the Demon King visible in this world. It's … for us to be one."

"Glory to God!

This word spreads among people one after another.

"Glory to God!

I waited still and shook my head slowly as the Great Cleric's blurring healed.

"But it is with great chest pain that those who make such divine love unhindered began to appear. The kingdom of Tristram and the Republic of Astran have held to their nostalgia the Demon King himself. This is a sad case..."

The Grand Cleric spread his hands.

"But there is hope in both of these countries, too. That means that there are churches in both countries as well, and their followers believe in God! They will not obey the Demon King! Our prayers are their prayers! Our faith is their faith!

Wave your hands down, the high priest screams.

The crowd shouted joyfully.

With an unbeatable voice, the Great Cleric continues.

"We're stronger! Deeper! You have to believe in God! Our faith will be a great twist, and eventually we will see the miracle of God! By miracle, the Demon King is bound to be defeated! Because... because that's how God created our hearts!

One beautiful woman appeared in the square with a silver gleaming horse as people gushed into the preaching of the high priest.

- It's Wizika.

Wijka crowded herself with the horse and reached the front row.

Trying to go further, he was inhibited by the Holy Knight.

"Listen very carefully there."

That's when the deputy saw what Wijka looked like.

………………

Unexpectedly the deputy lagged behind.

This man knows - that Wijka is one of the nuns who accompanied the adventurer, who fell far north.

"............ hmm?

After seeing how the deputy was doing, the high priest also acknowledged the appearance of Wijka.

Wearing a white robe, she looks terribly prominent with a horse.

I don't exactly remember the face of a shrewd nun.

However, that white robe naturally looked familiar.

[Crown of Coldness] brought to the cathedral, the equipment of an adventurer.

"Let her through."

The Great Cleric commanded the Holy Knight to let Wijka into the circle.

When he glanced at the deputy, he replied with a trembling voice.

"Her funeral... has been completed the other day"

"... that would be the case"

Without breaking his smile, the high priest looked into Wijka's green eyes.

Wijka stared at Marie with a grin on her face.

And a glowing [crown of chills] on its head -.

"You're home a lot. It must have been a tough trip."

"... it was already a long journey. There was a lot of blood."

The Great Cleric hears it and wrinkles slightly at the root of his brow.

Courage must be praised in ordinary times, but realistic pain must be conveyed carefully.

It is only in special occasions like funerals that beautiful sacrifices are highlighted.

………………

The Grand Cleric gently hit his middle finger on the side of Wijka.

"Having safely arrived in the Holy City, you will have felt the love of God all alone. God bless you."

That's what I say, the high priest closes his eyes.

Wijka answered with a beautiful voice:

"God bless me (...)? Isn't that a bad idea?

The hood that was covering his head fell.

- What was on my head there were two big tunas.

It's just a human being, it can never be.

From the crowd, one screamed.

"Everybody thinks..."

Dirty white robes turn into pitch-black cloaks.

The back length stretched and the glowing beauty turned into the face of the man who lived in determination.

[One-eyed glasses of certainty] shines.

Keith said (...).

"..." Grand Cleric, that's not what I was talking about. "

The Thief Demon King Keith stepped down to the Holy Capital, the deepest part of its enemy land.

Suddenly the wind blows across, the cloak of pitch black flickers.

"Oh no... stupid..."

The Great Cleric groans.

One of them screamed as he quietly returned.

"Ma... it's the demon king. Ahhh!!

The crowd went into havoc.

The Holy Knight surrounds Keith with spears and canes as he flees in all directions as he presses against each other.

"... What are you going to this land for?

The Great Cleric asks.

Focusing on Keith, the black wind swirled.

"I've come to take back what was taken..."

Keith replied quietly, but clearly so.

The voice must have reached Marie, too.