I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

There is a large building nestled in the corner of a small city.

It was only necessary to state that in such a city,

Still, the most splendid building is commonly known as the Church.

of one religion that just has (...) the biggest followers on Earth. Although that and the atmosphere are close,

The cross does not exist. Instead, there are shapes such that a single straight line pierces the ring-shaped circle vertically.

Things similar in shape to Φ (Fi) in the Greek characters are placed on the wall.

Also, the statue of a woman of faith, unlike stained glass, is small with no pieces of majesty.

Especially the latter would be more a question of the size of this church than of the way its religion is.

about a turn bigger than a private house like a cabin made of trees and stones around it. It's

It was made simple enough to turn everything around by one resident old priest.

Altars and chapels about the size of feelings to offer prayers.

A penance room the size of if two coffins were lined up behind it.

There is only one small room for rare travelers and believers to sleep in.

And there's a degree of apology in the back for the priest's private room and the facilities necessary for his life.

A treatment that is very unlikely to be (...) the only and most powerful religion in this world.

That was due to the fact that this is the corner of the country where their religion is not pervasive at all.

For domestic believers who exist, albeit marginally, and believers from other countries who visit this country.

“I had no choice." The church was built in a small city near the border.

There is only such a degree of apology with the Church in this country.

That's why.

"Father, I'll have you stay the night."

"This is Archbishop Oreil!

Why are you in such a despicable church at this hour... "

The person was untouched, and the priest was very surprised by the late arrival.

It was only natural that he panicked. The Archbishop means that in the church to which he belongs,

It is a position two down from the Pope, who is at the top of the list with only twelve people in the world.

Assigned to a church like this - off the street of birth - the world is not the same as a priest.

Therefore, despite the sudden visit, the attitude of the Archbishop is unlikely.

"There is no need for a single priest to know.

I don't expect anything from you. Just rent a room. "

"Wow, I get it. So, but the people behind it... the"

It is a transverse attitude, but it is also a natural opponent.

The priest in his absence didn't think much of it now, but the problem is with those other than him.

About ten men armed in thin dirty outfits. It's like a mercenary. I'm standing up.

If you do poorly, the bandits are going to get you wrong. The priest frowns at them.

You shouldn't judge just by your appearance, but by the inferior colors that come into your eyes.

The latter sign is really associated with the experience that comes from the years accumulated.

Very unlikely for an archbishop-class person to get stuck.

Something tells me you have to move in secrecy.

Though I guessed from the atmosphere. Nevertheless, not a single church soldier.

Words come to mind like troubles, plots, rough things that can't be out-of-the-box.

"Is there also a problem? Come on, show me!

seemingly grumpy, then to a hurry voice. The priest, for a moment,

I shook my head inside, hoping there wasn't enough room for everyone to stay.

There are lodgings in this city, but it seems like this number of people can stay.

I couldn't help but recall the pleasant and gentle personality of my husband and wife.

Even in this city, the church doesn't have very good feelings, but it doesn't preach impossible.

The priests themselves were normally receptive to the people here. I can't bother you.

He ended up turning his room over to the Archbishop, and to the armed men, in the chapel.

To get you to sleep. It's just a famous space where the faithful don't even have a chair to sit in.

It would be enough if that number of men just rolled over to sleep.

He himself had signs of trouble, so he pretended to be a careful wind.

He himself left early enough from his own church when he headed to the city lodging.

At the same time, whilst telling neighbors to stay calmly away from church.

There are several small windows where one passes through a stone protruding wall is the limit.

A simple bed on the other side of it, lined with a study desk and a small bookshelf to the extent of my apologies.

The rest of the space is large enough to become cramped if as many as three or four adults are allowed.

The light source has only one old-fashioned lamp and its lights shake irregularly without stability.

Such a room is the best room in that church and the one he's staying in tonight.

Oreil was roaring with one angry face there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

He spills dissatisfaction as he sits on a hard chair that is uncomfortable.

The statement that you don't expect is a genuine one, while avoiding unnecessary prying.

It was an unworthy place for Oreil to stay, like a church at the end.

You have to choose all these places just because there are circumstances that make you stand out and unable to act.

More money flew to silence the mercenaries' dissatisfaction with their beds than they could even make as much noise as possible.

"I'm the Archbishop! I was chosen by the goddess.

Arm off the objects on the desk so as to bump into the frustrations accumulated so far.

There was a loud noise, but the mercenaries never came to see how their employers were doing.

At that point, he should have thought it was unusual, but with no eyes.

Oreil was completely out of control of his emotions.

"Duh, always this guy! Think of me as who!

Damn it, it's all Mascarade's fault!

Stay out of my way! Keep me in this eye!

And the enthusiasm was directed toward a one-off, unexplained being.

make meaningless the great alliance he actively worked with nations to establish,

Teng himself as a result of losing the status that Oreil acquired over his lifetime.

Especially since we were due to be cut off from the beginning.

"Reminds me, ha-ha, ha-ha..."

Did you feel some rumbling or tired?

Sitting back in the chair again with his nose rough makes him look angry and cold.

but that also calms me down a bit when I think about the future, and I have a grin.

It was deeper looking at the little crate I had taken out of my own pocket.

"Damn, Kuhaha, you filthy assassin who washes his neck and waits.

Finally, I, Archbishop Oreil, will punish you with a divine punishment. "

Let's be ugly with a distorted grin that I don't think is very cleric.

Destroy as enemies of the Church themselves the existence that makes a name for itself in the history of this world.

thereby regaining his own right, no further honor and status.

He foolishly believes and does not doubt that. The possibility of payback. The dust.

He was in the midst of the overly sweet joy and excitement of an unthinking prospect.

"─ ─ Since when have you been great enough to inflict divine punishment?

There the voice echoed, combining the watery quiet of the fountain with the icy cold.

What Oreil immediately understood was that it was the voice of a woman and that she heard it from outside the room.

Before he reacts any further, she slowly opens the door and enters the room.

"Oh, who! So, no, you are!?

The figure was not immediately recognisable by the unreliability of the light source.

But its very existence claims to exist as if it emits a glow in itself.

The age is probably a young woman seen around twenty. At first glance, even on a white robe.

A Sister-like woman dressed in visible monastic clothing and wearing wimps of the same colour.

The appearance was so soft that I didn't think it was the owner of the voice earlier, but for some reason the lid was closed.

"Ah, ah, duh, how could you be in a place like this!?

If you say so, you're just one little girl.

But Oreil felt herself bracketed on the headstand in its appearance.

Still, pretending like you were still thinking about deluding me or panicking about a sudden appearance,

When I jumped out in front of her, I knelt more than twice without hesitation at the younger woman.

"Why are you in such a despicable place, Holy Virgin?"

Prove that you will never be able to show your face before you. [M]

Just laying on his face, his thinly opened eyes turned his natural and inferior gaze to it.

It looked like a robe. It has deep slits in it, and I see smooth stretched legs.

Boasting a youthful white skin and stunning footwear, it gave a glimpse of itself.

O'Rail stares at her “invisibility” rather than thinking about it.

That is not a good gaze toward the 'Virgin', the only one in the Church.

An even colder voice falls into the high bracketed thought of Mai anyway.

"What an ugly and ugly behavior, Oleil.

Clean up whoever was once as good as the Archbishop. "

But such a cotto is even spotted in her closed eyes, called the Virgin.

At that time, the only thing on his mind was whether he managed to escape on this occasion alone or not.

There is one opponent. If you stay close to this distance. It's a woman. Such an idea turns my head.

But I don't know. The Virgin was sighing as if to discern it.

"I'm still a thin, dirty soul. Dark and dirty.

For a long time I thought you were unworthy of the Church. "

"What do you say, Holy Virgin? I have served goddesses and churches for many years..."

"To satisfy your desires, to satisfy your boring looks, right?

It's a hassle. Even if you see it as evil to destroy (...) I didn't know you could punish it until you broke the law. "

"Huh!"

Though for some reason there was no heartfelt mockery in a voice with a mixture of groaning and groaning.

It was a series of unintentional treatments since that day. I couldn't figure out such a difference for him.

"Ko, you little bitch, hiccup!?

Oreil tried to jump just to get his arm to say something.

Surprised by the steel blade that suddenly appeared in the form of intersections in front of him, he unnecessarily buttocks.

How long have you been there? There was a young male and female swordsman who stood to pinch the Virgin.

The outfit is the same garment with a design that emphasizes ease of movement while being simple.

The chest was engraved with a symbol of a church with a circle and a straight line in gold embroidery. It was

Among the Knights of Lehmore, it was only allowed to the troops under the Virgin Mary.

"Fool, is there any reason for the Virgin to act alone!

"Don't worry about it anymore. Of course the mercenaries you hired.

The former and general of Damores, who is scheduled to rendezvous, has also been captured and has heard all the plots!

"Hey, what!?

The contents of the words are more shocking to him even as he is poked at the blade.

The only and greatest collaborator for Oreil today had already fallen into the hands of the Church.

And it's not a circumstance where you can get away with knowing everything anymore.

"Oh, oh, why! Why am I in these eyes!

Items to mourn, screaming irrationally, but from the side.

Nothing is different from a child who wastes time because he doesn't get what he wants.

Parent-child, if you do poorly, you cut it cold from the boy and girl in the escort that even your grandson would go through.

He doesn't even realize that he's being looked down on.

How did you see it from the lid that closed its pathetic and pitiful appearance?

The Virgin tells the sin emotionally when she walks over silently.

"The first thing you have done is to keep naming the Archbishop after your demotion.

One thing was that he continued to privatize local churches whose circulars were delayed in that false capacity.

We have also confirmed that we have used our position to work illegally in several countries. "

"Hmm, you church slut!

A blonde boy swordsman with one crack of escort slaps a word he can only mock.

So gradually he also bites his lips when he realizes that his child is turning his scornful gaze on him.

He also knew he wasn't exactly the right match to beat in the rough.

"And most importantly, unacceptable is the arsenal that the troops of the ex-general were carrying.

That's the Spiritual Machine of the Divine Spiritual Machine. You stole it from the Knights of Lehmore headquarters, didn't you?

"What, is that!?

"I didn't expect to bring it up to the armor given to me by my goddess at about the time of my former and archbishop!

O'Reil blued if the red-haired girl swordsman skipped the reprimand that engulfed her anger.

If it turned out that far, it would be because I knew what kind of eyes I would fit.

"Virgin, we don't even have to wait for judgment. Let's cut it right here."

"Hih!"

"No, both of you, rope.

Such a dirty soul should be wiped out immediately if it is supposed to be.

We need to wash out the existence of collaborators, not just because there are no other sins.

We're being held captive alive from under Gwen. "

"" Ha!

"Ya, stop, whoa!?

As per that order, the two strike a rope at Oreil, causing him to put a monkey in his mouth.

His resistance and groaning, which made him so aggressive, did not pass as if by will.

Because I have no experience of being held captive? to its bitterness and infirmity

The appearance of a former archbishop like a minotaur was pitiful. But.

"Safe little oleil. Though you are just a sinner awaiting trial.

Let us make the most of your plan. "

"Ugh!?

The Virgin faintly told the fact, and the Minotaur opened her eyes to surprise.

But she turns her face away without worrying about Oleil's reaction.

"So there you are. I'd like you not to take that?

I have spoken to a study desk with a soft, gentle voice and no one.

That just made the swordsmen of the escort look confused for a moment, too.

I don't see any slight upset in the face of the Virgin with her lid closed, I just turn to one point.

It's like telling them otherwise there's something there, there's something there.

"Huh!?

Who was it that fulfilled and breathed?

It was that crate on the desk. When Oleil got it out of his nostalgia,

It was definitely closed. That was now somehow the lid was open.

What was inside was a small cloth. And then a black thing almost arrived, and it disappeared.

- There's an invisible nanica out there.

"What slave!!

The boy swordsman who decided so flashed with no hesitation to step in.

A sword flash swung down from the upper section divided the desk vertically into two parts.

The impact rolled the crate and its contents towards the Virgin whether it was aimed or coincidental.

"Damn!?

And to avoid that sword attack, Sole appeared as he jumped away.

I guess I tried to get as far away from them as I could. To the bed on the other side.

I stood up to be able to move anytime I jumped on it with one leg. And the dimness of the room.

It was difficult to discern, but more than that, Sole's appearance was easily disputed in the dark night.

Exactly black monochrome. Though black coats all over the body that even cover the face were made to fit the body.

You can't even measure men and women or their age by telling them that you're human.

"Mascarade?

No, it's just black. Somewhere between us or an assassin!?

"Holy Virgin Oreil. Either way, get him now!

"All right. It's a beautiful soul, don't hurt it"

The Virgin who stepped forward before anyone so as to contain the two men who stand guard with their swords.

While I'm confused by the instructions not to put your hands in front of someone who looks too suspicious.

Only the vigilance went on. They stopped moving as instructed and moved on to attention to the sole.

………

You perceived the air that wouldn't be something you would soon do with each other?

Is that all you really wanted to check? From the only gap in the mask.

Question her with a voice over a cloth as she slaps her red eyes on the Virgin.

"Are you insane, Cynthia the Virgin!

Keep track of these people's plans, use them, etc!

Both sides boil down to the unscrupulous things, but they stay out of my way.

I pounded my palm and smiled happily, well.

"You were still trying to stop me,

Thank you. It's a wonderful act that must be the glow of your soul. "

Both Sole and the escorts are a little confused about this and the air relaxes slightly.

But she didn't care, either, but she asked, trying to tilt her neck.

"But is something wrong?

If you're talking about a raid plan without question, we're not.

It's just that we should go see Mascalade (...), right?

Just meet.

Assuming you believe the word, it certainly doesn't seem like much of a problem.

And assuming, on the contrary, in a way that never lasted, she really thought so.

Oreil's plan was too sweet in terms of retaliation.

He was finding a definite way to meet Mascarade.

But on this occasion only black clothes knew that would cause so many problems.

"It's a trick. I know about your special eyes.

But Mascareids are not good beings for people to judge right and wrong.

He who guards the whole world, sometimes has to get his hands dirty.

Is that your eye that you want me to plead not guilty to?

So strive calmly. The person in black denies the deed as he chooses the words.

"If the contemporary Mascarade bears its sins and suffers

I will judge and I will forgive you. And if you're right, take my hand.

Let us uncover all darkness from this world, and destroy together the wicked in the holy light. "

But she innocently tells me it would be great to be so happy.

But it's the idea of destroying even the Mascarade if the contemporary is evil.

even implicitly indicated that

"Oh, come on!

Did Black Clothes find the discussion pointless?

Have you made up your mind that you absolutely must avoid just such a thing?

When you succumb for a moment and kick it down with enough momentum to break the bed, you jump into a narrow room.

At the speed at which the pitch black pulls its tail, the floor, the walls, scaffolding the ceiling one after the other, bouncing endlessly.

"Come on, fast!

"Holy Virgin!

The swordsmen of the escort are in a hurry only to catch up with the remnants.

But make sure to pinch nature and the Virgin back and forth and set up the sword, but the person is calm.

"Calm down.

I'm not willing to hurt you. The purpose is probably… "

"Eh."

The Virgin turned her eyes closed to the crate and its contents, which gently rolled onto the floor.

From the rush, the black coat kicks the wall and storms in a straight line to the cloth cut that fell to the floor, reaching out.

but.

"Shit, come on!?

"I'm sorry"

A truly distressing voice and a sincere apology echo indoors at about the same time.

The Shadow Assault was blocked and bounced by Nanica, who suddenly appeared.

Black clothes jump up instantly to get in shape even if they roll through the narrow indoors.

And I look at the thing that played itself into that vision, and I strike my tongue.

"Ri, the embodiment of reason In that moment!?

Beautiful silver wings played the shadow as a wall to protect the crate.

There's that pair of one-sided cracks that fascinate you as if you were growing from the Virgin's back.

He hid the crate and cloth cuts he intended from his black clothes as if to enclose them.

"We couldn't find anything else on our research network.

So no matter how many shining souls you have, you can't give them to me... Forgive me. "

So I bow my head as if I were going to meet him small, but Black doesn't see it.

If you don't even have time to ask questions, take out a large number of double-edged knives - Knai - in both hands.

That number pinched with all my fingers about where and how I was in possession doesn't drop 20.

The boy who stood in front of the Virgin bounced his vigilance on numerous blades, but dazed for a moment at the destination.

"Huh?"

All Kunai, thrown to shake his arms wide, flew in a different direction.

Right and left. A group of blades unleashed toward a narrow indoor, no-one else's space.

Without taking his gaze off his black coat, he raised his voice as he captured its destination in the corner of his sight.

"A shadow attribute! They're coming back!

Shadows in slightly different shades from the dimness of the room. A throw aimed at it.

The magic of manipulating shadows is sometimes found in places with this kind of darkness.

He recalls instantly that it is sometimes used as a trap of surprise.

Sometimes you hook your legs, sometimes you take your sight away, sometimes you create a wall of elasticity (...).

Those who make battle work learn most magic performance and countermeasures if the environment is in order.

Ahead of Kunai. In the left and right spaces of the Virgin were floating small walls made of shadows.

"Block it, Wind!"

Kunai, whose shadow played like drawing a sharp angle, aimed at the Virgin, and she prevents it.

If the girl surrounds herself with a wall of wind to cover each of the silver wings, the blades will fly.

The boy who was anticipating it has already stepped against the black coat with his sword in one hand.

"You must be ready for what you did!

They say you shouldn't hurt them, but the opponent has already launched an attack.

He runs his legs and waves down his sword with the intention of breaking off his opponent at that point.

The Virgin's words are, at best, to the extent that if she does not die in this blow, we shall do good.

"Ha!"

It was the one in black who laughed at that with his nose. Too late, he said.

While flushing the sword flashes with a dagger that I somehow had in my hand.

Aim for the arm, which is the life of a swordsman, when you have another short sword in your open hand.

The boy does not easily expect his own sword to be shed, but is surprised and dull in response.

"Huh!?

But now the black coat is more surprised by its hardness (...) and understands the sounding metal sound.

"A prosthetic hand, chip!

But the upset is about the moment.

Black kicked slightly at the boy who hadn't returned from surprise yet.

His body, with his distressed voice, flies like a leaf of wood and is directed towards the wind wall.

From the black coat, you prioritize defense, and even if you keep the wind wall intact, you take that boy.

Instead of piling, he was gonna jump inside, and the girl thought she was one of them.

If you disarm it, it will cut and hurt the Virgin instantly. But the mind will erase the object of interest.

And in fact, the girl picks the latter, and on the contrary, when she pops herself out.

He showed himself to accept his people. I couldn't kill the momentum at all, especially.

We rolled together until we crashed into the wall of the room.

"Ready!"

And by then, the black clothes had already captured the Virgin in between the knives.

I just don't think they can kill her. Special eyes and skillful rational manipulation.

It varies greatly in terms of local power and abilities and is no match for the array embodied in today's equipment.

Just put a blow in it. If you step in as fast as you can and make a moment of caution like that...

"─ Eh!

Black clothes instinctively fly away in the chills that blow such pale expectations.

At the same time, he stood on his chest trying to cross the two-wielded knife at hand.

And the shock strikes that makes you understand instantly that it wasn't wrong.

"Huh!?

I can't compare myself to the silver wings earlier, and my body is shattered.

Still, without killing the power, the black coat is slammed against the wall near the window frame.

I didn't notice the black coat. that her own time was also her time.

That at that point, even if the face was facing the room, the body had set up an interception.

- It was a flash of silver.

I think it's like a master's sword. That identity that attacked the black coat with sharpness and speed is just a “kick".

A leg wrapped around a silver greave rolled it out of its slit like a sword flash.

"Oh, I'm sorry!

A voice of apology for the black clothes that brought me a breath of anguish but made me stand on my body that fell to the floor once.

"I've been craving escort since I was a child because I can't see normal sights for a long time.

So when I get attacked, my hands and legs come out... sorry "

Black clothes bite her lips and punch her tongue. Not because the words sounded disgusting.

Because of what I felt I was sincerely apologizing for and its power.

The stiffness of the greaves of reason wrapped in an instant and the speed of kicking is just the murder weapon.

"Ah, guh... you've got to be kidding me, that's beyond the bounds of escort already.

I've always thought that slit was odd, but for this reason!

"Yes, because this is easier to kick with your feet.

Besides, I've never seen it before, and in my case, I don't feel ashamed. "

The Virgin smiles in black with a serene beauty that does not seem like the side that was attacked with a sneer.

I guess she can't resist showing her skin more than the average person.

And the black coat bites her to the point that she doesn't even think of herself as an enemy.

"Mindless!"

But if I held him there, I recognized that it was over there and slammed the smokeball on the floor.

The narrow indoor with the small explosion sound was wrapped in white smoke at once. To the Virgin.

It won't work, but it's enough to stop the resurrected escorts from legging.

"What, smokescreen!?

"Holy Virgin, cover your mouth with something! Possible poison smoke too!

It was at the same time that the guards sounded like they had spoken out in panic and broken something.

They speak up, understanding that it was the black coat that broke the window vitreous and ran away.

"Squad three, squad four! A thief who was sneaking in escaped. Follow him!"

Instructions to my colleagues who were outside the room and hence surrounding this church.

The sound of the broken windows and the ensuing ones, plus some platoons scattered among the people.

"... have you escaped?

It was a rare glow, so I wanted to talk to you more. "

The Virgin blows smoke outside with her back wings winged as she spills so into swallowing.

white smoke, which temporarily completely covered his sight, disappeared into the dark night through a broken window,

The lights on the weak lamp reach indoors again, but the figure in black is nowhere to be found.

As the Virgin said she should be closing her eyes.

"Holy Virgin, with all due respect, I am hostile to the righteous and to some positions.

I don't care who he is. Stop forgiving me. It's dangerous. "

"Yes!

I don't care how good you are.

Didn't you say you weren't immortal or invincible!

I know both the Virgin's abilities and her personality, but she said this one was too long.

Even though he roughs up his voice in a polite but close tone to the sermon, he returns a voice that he understands.

"Hehe, you're worried. Lana and Jake are.

... but I couldn't see the color, so don't worry, it's okay. "

Two escorts who are in trouble for not keeping their word.

It was also true that when she told me that, I couldn't say anything more.

Because the Virgin has all those compelling eyes.

"Are you both hurt better than that?

It sounded pretty amazing and felt like it flew away... "

"No, I had a mole in my stomach because Lana protected me... thank you."

The girl dyed her cheeks a little if she showed gratitude to the fellow boy for taking it.

but she immediately gives an apology when she shakes her head and gives her sorry expression.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I couldn't take it properly.

I should have taken it in the wind. I panicked, sorry... "

"Don't worry about it. Speaking of which, I was easily kicked..."

"Ugh."

A smiling gaze poured on both who were about to start an apology match like this.

No, should I say that in this case a smiling face is pointed?

Anyway, I realize that consciousness and both names look bad.

"Uh... I'm fine too!

I'm about to beat myself up, but I've already healed myself!

Girl tells me she's done talking about this with the report.

The Virgin gave an unfortunate look and said, "Me room, shall we leave?"

The boy changed the subject more hastily because he even cared unnecessarily.

"Ahhh! So, what do you want to do?

Do you really want to go after that guy, or are you off already in case of tomorrow?

And the Virgin also instantly turned her face into a serious one to answer it.

The upcoming plans in her were already set.

"No, let's leave more quickly than that.

Mascalade's veracity and evil judgment must be rushed,

You can't waste any more time than the end of a captive mission that was meant for immigration. "

This is a wary country instead of reaching the authority of the Lehmore Church.

If there's no reason to capture a disenfranchised traitor in the name of his former status.

The Virgin in a position in the Church would never have been allowed to enter the country with her men.

We should have proceeded with the exit process at this point, but we had more masked heroes than before.

For the Virgin, who wanted to identify, their plan was to cross the ship.

"Okay. I'll get everyone ready in a minute. Wait here."

"Whoa, why don't you just stand up! Walk tight!"

The two smile bitterly with their faces still on, but as soon as they nod, one is ready.

The rest will remain only with nature and the Virgin as they pull the caught oleil.

She doesn't say anything. She just squeals something small when she opens her palm up.

As soon as the piece of cloth, which was protected by a single wing, floated up and descended on its hand.

"... I've finally got a clue, Mascarade.

Now you can finally be sure of your righteousness and evil.

Historians don't want to confirm it, but you have doubts about it today.

Fulfilling, a legendary hero or an abusive with an evil soul?

Let us see only with these eyes. "

He whines like he speaks of determination to no one, and his lid opens.

I glanced at the void as if it were a stare with silver eyes that were not supposed to show light.

A clue she grabbed. The little cloth cut in its hand has an eye-catching red and black stain.

Mascalade's blood was stained with it that it flowed in some war.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─

Failed, in intense regret and bitterness, the black clothes ran through the dark night.

The red eye is so eye-catching that you don't have to get lost on a wild road just for the stars.

Sole's purpose is to capture and interrogate Oreil. And that cloth cut won't be recovered and erased.

But none of them could be fulfilled with unexpected intervention by the Virgin and her men.

I bite my lips in remorse that I am such a loser. This assignment goes to that boy who owes a lot (...)

He said it was also one of the few opportunities he could reward.

More than that, the arr crossed over to the worst opponent.

"Oh, shit!

Even though he was frustrated by regret, his feet were kicking the ground as soon as he noticed a disturbing wind incision.

When you jump straight to the side, you get up instantly as you move away from the fundamentals of the sound like you roll into the earth.

To determine who the sound is. But there is a surprise in the presence there.

"What, a golden arrow!?

Several arrows pierce the earth where the black coat ran until earlier.

Even in the dark, it's as if it's shining in itself. And it blinds me to it for a moment.

"Heh, it's amazing how you realize that now, Kimi"

But a light man's voice comes from the way he thinks they've been released.

I didn't hesitate to throw Kunai at him for even sparing time to see what he looked like.

The number is five. Covered with magic on all blades it boasts more sharpness than it looks.

"Asshole, don't be alarmed!

But another figure entered between the man and Knai and set up his glorious shield.

The blade released by rotation hits that shield as if it were pierced, but that's all.

If you are a shield, Kunai, who is easily surrounded by magic, literally has no teeth (blades).

Moments later, Black Clothes commanded himself to magic.

"Ignite!"

A remote explosion of magic that can be included. Ways taught with the demonic martial arts to weapons.

Both Kunai fragments caused an explosion of dust, and the black clothes ran through the ground.

Not for pursuit. I was aiming to escape within the meaning of my eyes.

but.

"Gu!?

Stupid, and the arrow rolls into the earth to its impact while sheltering his pricked shoulders and legs.

In this dark night, that arrow stabs even as it blocks my sight with more explosions and dust.

It hit an unpleasant spot: the shoulder of the dominant hand and the leg of one leg to clean it up by chance.

"An explosion of magic wrapped around a weapon... it was the first time I saw it, but it was bad for me."

Even the big shield can't hide it. The big woman shows a confident face from its shadow.

The sheltered form of man, on the other hand, had a slightly dissatisfied mouth with its appearance.

"Sister, I could have intercepted you myself."

"I'm not talking about fools, you hyoro-boy.

If I intercept that one, they'll have escaped to the next shot. "

"Haha, you're tough. My sister is"

Be alert or spare.

The words are exchanged in shattered condition but their gaze is not away from the black clothes.

Black clothes, on the other hand, were also blinded by those two, and by the arsenal they had.

A big shield set up by a big woman. Handbow integrated with the armor equipped by Yu Man.

Both its brilliance is golden enough to be clearly visible in this dark night.

It is all too famous in this world to show what it means and what it is.

"Ah, ah... idiot, you... said it was a god costume spiritual machine with bows and shields!?

Are you willing to go after Mascarade not only to the Virgin but also to the Lehmore Knights Squad!?

Stand up sheltering your ill-moving arms and feet with a stunned voice.

Besides, the man whistled like he was impressed, but the woman looked a little troubled.

"Well, that's more than just being ordered to escort the Virgin."

"I'm not interested in the verdict, but this way and I have a personal business to attend to."

So something clenched in my black clothes by a man who grins lightly that it was convenient.

Former Oreil and Archbishop. Former and general of Damores. Virgin Cynthia. Knight of the Goddess (Lehmore).

Always at our own convenience. Nobody. He's just kidding. Big deal.

Those people are going to "where he is right now” with our faces.

"... Ken! Are you kidding me?

I couldn't forgive myself for acting so secretly that I forgot what I meant.

I was opening up all of that to the outside world without being able to contain boiling emotions.

"Wow, what a killer!

"... I wanted to make it easier."

Yu man laughed bitterly, the woman sighed, but that doesn't show up in the red eye anymore.

"Who do you think owes the peace we have now!

The Church always only disturbs the peace with selfish reasoning!

"... I don't know what to do, sister, I lightly agree"

"Shut up, they're coming"

The atmosphere changes even if the tone remains the same for the man with the slightest grin and the woman who noticed it.

Instinctively, I sensed that I should not be alarmed by the seriousness of the person in front of me and the sentiment of death.

"Let me interrupt every time you guys!

Reinforce your flesh - awkwardly - with demonic martial arts with Kunai backwards on your moving hands.

But the magic that I couldn't handle shakes the trees around me with aftermath.

"I'm finally home. That guy! Something to chase or get in the way!

And his red eyes sparkled as they ripped through the night, slamming him with a killer spirit darker than darkness.

"Get out of the way!!

Black clothes pierce the knight of the goddess as he is stirred by passion.

There was also a chilling thought behind that brain that there was no way to be enemies.

Keep his teachings to make only those parts no matter how intense they are.

But it is also true that the only way to escape this scene is to do something about them.

In anger and calm. Still, black clothes must confront strong enemies.

If you can't win, at least let someone know...

Shin's brother is in danger!