Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

I was leaning my neck just like Mine.

Because there was a long line of snakes in front of the church. I thought it might be a prayer, but I know best that there are few thick people of faith in Slam Street.

Because the people here didn't get the absolute benefit of skill. So we are forced to live such a bottom-line. Faith itself is harsh on those who are forsaken by God - those who do not have it.

Some people say it's beautiful that God is trying you... but the person in question can be a highly skilled greatness. Well, I guess it's convenient to make those who don't have it hear conveniently.

I abandoned praying to God after I lost my father, who had a thick faith at a young age. Even now, I believe it was right. No, you can say you're sure.

Still, you're really busy. Trying to get inside the crowd,

"Hih!!

One of the men who noticed me screamed at me. And give way to escape.

With that in mind, one after another, the people I saw move to the side of the road as if they were frightened by the monster. It's not just that, it's the end of those who lie on their backs.

Mine looks around at it, then he looks at my face and laughs with his nose.

"Faith, did you even do something terrible to those people?

"I didn't. Yikes!

Is it because you're afraid of my mask, or because you're a holy knight? The clothes I'm wearing are completely different from the rest of the Saints. If you look at the family crest from the embroidery on your clothes, you'll see, but I don't think you can see that until people are far away.

Perhaps you are sensitive to areas of status…… E that are not completely hidden. I find that these people always have no choice over power because they live freaked out.

Mine tells me you expect that.

"Still undertrained"

"I don't have a word to give back."

From what Mine looks like, I think there's going to be a half-kill waiting for me when I get back to the mansion that I labeled training. She is in trouble these days because she seems to have no recourse. It's too much because I have automatic healing and automatic healing boosts.

So much so that we now know the deadline of dying if we take damage so far.

She's in the same E realm with each other, so I guess we can work it out. Mine is more superficial, so if I was getting bogged down and kind of smashed bones and repeated healing with my skills, I'd even feel like my skeleton was changing.

Well, endurance would be extraordinarily higher than when I was in Gallia.

Mine goes on to church without worrying about the strange gaze from around him or anything. And find what is a simple tent stretched near the entrance. I didn't have to go that far, I knew by the smell, but it was just what I thought.

The church was distributing meals to the people of Slam Street.

There is only one menu, a broiled soup with vegetables in a large pot. Kung Kung...... it doesn't look like there's any meat in it from the smell. Still, the season is winter, and it's a bit cold today.

Even if it's a simple soup, if it keeps your body warm, I'd appreciate it no more. Evidence of this is that there are so many queues.

Nevertheless, where in the run-down church is this much money that is still going to collapse...... mysterious.

Mine says as he watches the cookout.

"I want to try it"

"No, you can't. It's not a meal for us. Look, I'm coming."

Press Mine's back and enter the church.

Whoa, whoa!?

The church I entered for the first time was more well made than from the outside. The statue of God, especially sitting on the altar, was far more splendid than this building.

I look at it, breathe like I throw up and speak to the Sister who is praying.

She turns around and when she looks at me she says with her eyes round.

"This is... Holy Knight. Why are you in a place like this?

"My name is Faith Barbatos. I'm here because I want you to help me."

I told him about the current situation in Barbatos territory and asked him to call the personnel needed to rebuild it through the Church. And he cautioned that the personnel were limited to the unwanted.

Sister was badly puzzled, but adding that he had the king's permission, and that he would not let those who accepted him labor harshly, turns into a soothing look.

Speaking of cooperation from the Holy Knight, you are the Holy Knight, close to absolute existence if you come from her, you can't help but be almost coerced and received.

"I won't be forced to. If anyone is having trouble living here and doesn't want to leave, it would be helpful if you could introduce them."

"Really... can I ask you a few of those?

When I snort, I say sorry.

"Can I get a proper meal? What about security on the road?

Ask me a lot more than this, Sister. Apparently, the situation in Slam Street was worse than it was when I was there to listen. It seemed significant that the House of Hearts, which was protecting those who did not have it among the Holy Knights, had become absent from the King's capital. Roxy's father died in battle in Gallia, and he went to Gallia until she did.

Good thing about that, the other Saint Knights say that if they come to Slam Street in depression, they will wield unspoken violence.

Well, maybe it was also because of the blatant disgusting faces of the Saints who were there when they advanced to the King. Don't you feel like flaunting our toys on your own?

I told Sister to come to the Barbatos at a later date and offered to talk in detail.

It would be better to have Sister follow along with the inspection for the first time. No matter how much you say with your mouth, you won't gain credibility unless you show it by your actions and results.

After the general talk, I realize that Mine isn't here. When I looked for him, he slept on the bench. Boulder... leading samurai, you can get instant rest anywhere... no, no, not now.

Weren't you staring at me behind my back? As always, it's my-paced mine.

If you wake it up poorly, it could get violent, so let's leave it like this for a while.

I look at Sister in the sleep of Mine like that and laugh nicely.

"That's a cute sleeping face"

"When you're asleep...... right. Occasionally I wonder how long you'd be asleep like this"

"That's terrible."

"Ahahahaha, I'm kidding"

I look at the statue of God, answering with a true face. Sister gazed at me just like I did.

"Do you care? Laplace, God?

"Yeah... speaking of which, that was your name. Because I have abandoned my faith. But I miss watching it."

"Really? But since his God is the Creator of this world, I ask you to refrain from making such statements on this occasion, even though you are the Holy Knight."

The faceless God stood quietly. The Creator Laplace God gave the people of this world a special power (gift) called skill.

But its contents were marked by absolute inequality, not equality. Those who were chosen, those who were not chosen… these two places of existence cannot be overturned until death.

And Sister says it again.

God is giving us a great test...

So what about me? Will you say that this bulimic skill is another equally test from God?