I’m OP, but I Began an Inn

[Divine Punishment] It is the proxy of God's wrath carried out by a witch against the enemies of the Church, no, the enemies of the world.

Not many centuries after the birth of the existence of a witch. This wrath of God, which has only been done enough in those hundreds of years to count, was about to be enforced in a single inn this time.

This fact stuns the wild horses who found the church carriage that came to King's Capital and gathered for something.

That too should be true, because the [divine punishment] that has happened until now was a criminal organization that taunted the destruction of the Church, a coalition of merchants who had plotted to wage war to sell their goods, a madman who tried to revive the Demon King and bring the world into chaos, all of which risked plunging the world into a vortex of chaos.

But not this time.

For what can only be described as wet clothes from the wild horses, a restaurant that wants to go out to eat even after a battle during the day, an inn that offers a comfortable and safe sleep at a cheap price, and a familiar woman are about to be wiped out.

Naturally, something starts to appear that speaks out in protest.

Road in front of the inn, a stop carriage. The people surrounding it start to make noise all at once.

That's when a man moves.

Yes, [the Great Cleric] "Butcher Budeo" is that person.

Punch!! and one Kashiwaki hand, a butcher who gathers the gaze of the people along with the blurring. Where the gaze of the people had gathered, he began to speak of something like a little difficult theory.

To Kara, who was watching a series of motions, his theory only felt something clearly called 'Contentless, Principal's Greeting'.

That would be the case, too.

Because no matter how you look at the words in the scriptures that the [Great Cleric] "Duncan Sousi" of Time summed up as God's message, which are supposed to have inspired the first Klan religion in the world before the witch was born yet, a man who has not weighed clean poverty speaks aloud.

Furthermore, using the philosophy of religion, the words of the great priests of time, etc., it seems that we are talking, but in this situation, nothing is said that would explain the [divine punishment] to be inflicted on the inn.

It just explains what clan religion is.

However.

Something is wrong.

The road in front of the inn, which had been sprawling until earlier.

- Nowadays, I can only hear the words of the high priest who continues to preach.

Carla notices the fact and looks around quickly. Pamela is still staring at us, but it's not like that.

If you move your gaze fast so that Pamela can't crack it, and observe the people around you, everyone would have a nodding look.

This is bad.

It is obviously a human reaction undergoing some kind of mental manipulation. It's clearly off track to put that on such a scale and at once.

If we don't make him stop, and Carla tries to say something, the arrow tip, followed by the Great Cleric, Pamela moves.

"Grand Cleric, that's enough. Whatever the people say, the fact that this inn has been certified as extremely evil will not change."

To that word, the Great Cleric quietly returns to his original position. But, unlike earlier, there was a grand priest with a somewhat proud look on his face.

It was up from the people, and the opposite voice disappeared, leaving only Pamela's [divine punishment] execution in front of Inn. That's Kara laying on her face, too.

"Hmm. Have you finally confessed your sins? But you were a little late. It is no longer a matter of [divine punishment] execution."

That's what I say, Pamela.

Behind that Pamela, nothing saw the expression of joy floating in the face of a man who would refrain in an irrepressible giant.

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Pamela, who was looking to Kara, exhales one deep. [Neuropathy] It is necessary to concentrate all nerves in order to develop phenomena beyond the power of a person.

Again, a glimpse of Kara, but not at all the same as earlier, remains nagging.

Here, if you try to twitch or escape, that's what makes you no different from the average villain, and there's no more confusion about the activation of [divine punishment], but the woman in front of you doesn't even have any sign of it.

Is it still some kind of mistake? The emotions that I think try to bring my head to it, but I suppress it in a good way.

The divinity drifting around Pamela grows thicker, until it can be seen. A band of light to the divine circles around Pamela, creating a fantastic atmosphere.

The belt of divinity swirling several degrees around Pamela depicts the magic letters of [Divine Punishment], the Devil's Square, in front of the palms that Pamela protruded. Due to the overwhelming fluctuations of divinity, in the wild horses, the less tolerant faint one after the other.

When it comes to fluctuating so much force, the pamela you deal with is not safe either.

Activation of [divine punishment], where the concentration of the spirit is more important than anything else. I just think about giving [divine punishment] to the enemy in front of me, and I concentrate my spirit. I can't care less about the sweat on my forehead or the teeth that are going to be missing all the time. From the tip of your head to the tip of your foot, make everything a tool to completely defeat your enemies and gather your sanity at one point.

One activation of [divine punishment], that day, the day, is exhausting enough to make it impossible to rise.

The magic letters of [Divine Punishment] make the light stronger in a certain period. When the magic letters glowed strongly at the moment, Pamela turned her entire body towards the gathered divinity, releasing.

At the same time, I think of the image in my brain of smashing the enemy in front of me, casting a spell.

"Bad men who deceive the goddess, in the name of the Church, and as witches of the goddess, I will not let you say [goddess]. In this blow, know the wrath of God!! [Divine Punishment]!"

Along with the chanting, it emitted a cool and intense light and [divine punishment] was activated.

The magic letters of divine punishment, which were shaped in front of the protruding palms, gradually collapse, creating a single sphere. The created sphere of divinity slowly moves towards Kara......,

Shortly afterwards, I suddenly changed course to the sky!!

A ball of light that goes up and up at an amazing rate. I thought it went up to the height of the clouds as it was, and it scattered.

A failure? Everyone thinks so. Carla also thought.

Pamela, however, still has a harsh look on her face, keeping her palms sticking out.

Yes, [Divine Punishment] is still active.

All of a sudden, the clouds gather and the area dims. Dim the town in the morning, with many thick black clouds with lightning, reminiscent of the end.

Someone crushed unconsciously to such a sight.

"It's over……………".