I Favor the Villainess

Preparations proceeded steadily, quickly marking the day when the Pope would arrive.

The sky is clear and clear, and the sun is pouring soft light onto the earth.

The guards at the Imperial City, including Lord Claire, had even come to the western gate of the Imperial City to welcome the Pope.

Master Lily seems to have another job, and she's not here.

There are other appearances of Yu, Misha and Lieche on the welcome side.

"It's too late..."

As Lady Claire blurs, the Pope's arrival is nearly another hour late.

Like Japan in the twenty-first century, it's a delay that worries me that something might have happened, even though it's not minute scheduling.

"Are you worried?

"It's obvious. The Pope has an example rumor, right?

Lady Claire, who almost said the word assassination, misled it.

It's a matter that's already been shared among security personnel, but it's not very nice to speak of it here with eyes.

"You might have gone to bed or something."

"It's not Ray, so there's no way the Pope would do that."

Master Claire still looks crunchy.

"Awful. I always get up early and prepare dinner."

I covered my face and imitated crying.

"Hey, hey. No, I'm sorry, Ray. I am always grateful to you. That was a silence. I withdraw and apologize. So stop crying..."

"No, I'm hurt! I won't stop crying until Master Claire kisses me!

I keep crying and imitating.

"Then ask for an idiot. Anyway, if you're in the house, you have to kiss anywhere in public."

"YAYYYYYYY! If you don't, I won't forgive you."

I even tried to waste it.

"... Ray. You're not really crying."

Oh, Master Claire's eyes are set.

"Go ahead."

"No, it's not. What are you kidding about? It's an important job now."

"It's because I'm at an important job. Dear Claire."

I said stop pulling back.

"It's also an idea to be overly optimistic, but you shouldn't be overly pessimistic. Once upon a time, I read in some book that the trick is to act optimistically while assuming the worst at times like this."

"That sounds easy and difficult..."

Master Claire continues.

"Well, I'll think about it. What's the worst thing you can say in the current situation?

"The Pope has already been made deceased, is it?"

"When you act optimistic on that?

"Let someone go and see how it goes."

and so on and when we are discussing the

"Ecclesiastes! Your line of popes is being attacked by a horde of demons! Emergency reinforcements!

Tensions ran between us.

"What's the size of the enemy!?

Master Claire asks sharply.

"There are about ten demons with moderate threat!

"I will send the guards best to third as reinforcements. Keep the rest of the gate."

Reinforcements will be organized under the direction of Master Claire.

"Will you go too, Ray?

"Your orders, if any."

"Please."

"Yes."

I was to accompany the reinforcements.

The breakdown of reinforcements is about fifty monks held by churches within the Empire and about a hundred Imperial soldiers.

International students from Bauer leave a message this time, except for me.

A user of wind magic hangs his march speed up the entire reinforcement and runs down the street at a tremendous speed.

"I see it!

Someone leading the way raised his voice.

The Pope's line was surrounded by demons.

It seems like a situation where we are forming a party and we manage to endure it.

"Him!"

The head of the reinforcements flies instructions to the troops.

Wizards are most troops, but some seemed to use swords.

Magic bullets are emitted from the wizards who will be guards, with those who challenge the White Soldiers in the avant-garde.

The demons, who apparently were concentrating on the enemy in front of them, were delayed in responding to the assault from behind.

About 30% of the total fall.

"We're going to tatami!

It took the form of an interdiction with the Pope's escorts.

Demons reduce the number of sights.

"Yay, thanks..."

I had just beaten down the last one and heard the escort leak a soothing voice.

However,

"Not yet!

Towards the black shadow sneaking behind it, I unleashed an arrow of ice.

"Heck... you got a good one"

That black shadow that jumped up into the sky and sent my attack had big wings on its back.

"He said he was a demon!?

"I don't care what the humans call me, but I have a name for Plato. Remember."

"Plato!? You're one of the three great demons!

Unlike Aristotle, that demon clan dressed more like just wrapped the skin of a beast than clothes, apparently is one of the three great demons in the matter.

It's called tone and good vibe, it feels a lot more coarse than Aristotle.

I heard you rarely encounter it, but it's a streak.

"Now, look at my power! And don't die!

Plato slammed it to the ground as he shook a stick-like score.

The ground waves, everyone on the human side buttocks and becomes inactive for a moment.

"Fuck you!

As Plato raised his hand up, a conical stone protruded from the ground.

intermediate magic earth spikes of the earth, but an abnormal number.

The number of earth spikes Plato has cursed will not drop by a hundred in total.

"Madisoil!"

Sewing a small amount of time until the cone of stone pierced them all, I turned that earthly magic into soft mud.

Overriding over a hundred ground spikes, no matter how expensive my magical propriety, had been annihilated as it was.

"We'll do it, won't we? Right, Ray-Taylor, right? Aristotle bastard leaked it."

Feeling the sudden drain of magic, Plato seemed to have laid eyes on me.

Not good.

"I'm sure Aristotle's bastard punched him badly at his leisure, but I don't think so. I'm gonna kill you."

Plato put up a stick, he rammed this way, wielding it.

Fast!

"Let it!

Several of the guards stood on Plato's path, speared, waved a sword, and unleashed magic.

"Shiraku!

However, Plato receives all of it (...) Kaki (...) Ri (...), and jumps the stuck soldiers without a thing.

"Ooh, kill!

Approaching the present, Plato waved a stick down at me with a grin convinced of his victory.

"Judecca!"

Plato tried to wave the stick down. It remained ice pickled.

"Earth Spike!

A ground spike used there by Plato himself pokes up and tries to shatter Plato.

It is my eighteenth, continuous magic cocootos.

"Ebb."

But before Earth Spike arrived, Plato took it off the ice state.

When you shake the ice in the industry, you use your wings to escape to the sky.

"What I did... I told you not to be alarmed. This is it. Humans are scary, not at all."

Plato is staring at this one as he hovers.

"But well, isn't it time for the limit? Unlike the Demons, humans have little magic power. It's time for all that magic in a row, isn't it?

Regrettably, Plato is right.

Two sequences of simultaneous activation of over a hundred magic, forced overwriting of hostile magic, advanced magic, and I was losing my magic to keep standing.

Although not completely zero, if it's magic that's going to damage him, you should shoot one or two more shots.

This is not good.

There was a harsh voice echoing the battlefield when I started thinking about retreating.

"Full."

The area was surrounded by light.

The light is fluffy and soft as if it had mass, and the power comes from where it was touched.

The fallen soldiers rose one after the other.

I also noticed that the magic I was running out of was fast.

"It is the Pope's blessing! Everyone, we have no defeat! Take over the Demons!

The priests and priests who were near the Pope raised their voices.

At the same time, escorts, monks and soldiers roar.

What's that... range recovery?

Is that even magic?

"Shit... couldn't you kill me? Well, say hello today. Goodbye."

I see this one rebuilt. No, Plato turned back his heel lightly.

"Running away?

"Heh, that's an easy provocation. Hey? Beat me up when you can fight each other."

I wanted to keep knocking him down, but Plato apparently won't respond to the provocation.

He throws up like a mockery and returns to the east sky.

"Is that the Pope's help now...?

"It's a miracle..."

Soldiers praise the Pope with their mouths.

Naturally.

Because we were almost wiped out.

That magic of the Pope, who saved his predicament, seems to have had a tremendous impact on the soldiers.

"Ray-Taylor, come here"

A priest who raised his voice to inspire the soldiers earlier invited me.

What can I do for you, I twisted my neck, but for now I answered the invitation.

"It helped me buy you some time. The Pope's magic works, but it takes time to activate it."

That said, the clergyman - I recognize him somewhere - labored my labor.

"No, this one helped. That's amazing, the Pope's magic."

"- Not really, sir."

The voice was heard from within.

"Hey, Pope!?

"It's okay, Bishop Rhona. Either way, I have to face her."

The curtain was raised.

There was a girl there who looked just like me, but had a decidedly different vibe.

"Nice to meet you, Ray-Taylor. I am the Pope."

With a surprisingly flat voice that didn't change her expression, the girl named herself Clariss-Repete III.