- The miracle of Our Lady.
Kreye didn't have the technique to stop her.
The Holy Maiden exercises her miracles to save those who suffer.
No one shall be allowed to stop his honorable deeds.
To stop a saintly woman who exercises her miracles with determination is above all an unforgivable evil deed.
I am given a duty to observe the laws of God more than any other heretical Inquisitor.
Kreye desperately suppresses the emotions that she should stop shouting, with devotion to God and ethics.
"My God, my God - I give you my precious memories. Please give this person faith in God again....."
That's why Kreye could only look at the sight with her teeth grasped as usual.
And the miracle of God is fulfilled.
At that moment, the light filled the inside of the tent.
A clear light with a hint of warmth, separate from the sunlight, dazzles the vision.
Reassurance and happiness, as if in the mother's womb, gently envelop the hearts of all those present.
Indeed, it made me feel the presence of God, and the soul could understand that some supernatural force had come to this place.
"Ahh, ahhh...!!"
In the meantime, what I heard was a cry that didn't match this sight.
"What do I say!" Why have you forgotten such an important thing! "
A Cayman medical priest collapses on the spot and screams while holding his head.
Although it was a dramatic change, it was a roughly predictable reaction. The faithfulness that resurfaced in his heart makes him repent for what he did while he was lost.
What kind of emotional distress is he feeling now?
Kreuz never lost his faith, but if you look at his attitude, you can see that it's just tearing himself apart.
"Oh! Forgive me, God!" Forgive me, my lady! Please forgive this fool. I don't know... what have I done so far! what were you doing..... "
This is the miracle of the Diary of Our Lady.
Most honourable, most cruel, God-given and blessed.
Its scope is infinite. It is mainly dedicated to healing someone, but if it is within the scope of what is called a miracle, it can be obtained in any way.
Heal the sick, regenerate destroyed items, and gain the power to kill the wicked.
The effect varies, and the range varies.
The miracle of a diary given by God, considered to be the most diverse and powerful of the seven saints.
It easily broke even the curse of oblivion brought about by the Doom King.
The Holy God saves the afflicted through the hand of the Holy Maiden.
But it was too cruel a sight.
Because the diary of the saint, in exchange for the miracle that Retrain uses,
- Because God wants her to remember.
How did she end up with the diary?
When did she start writing her diary?
There are as many saved people as there are memories of those who have given their lives.
A word of gratitude exists only for the number of memories lost.
Most of the Retrain who did not know why the weeping believers in front of her were crying, and the means she had conceived as a reincarnation technique was the identity of her large diary.
"Lady Retrain! Lady Retrain the Great!" Thank you for God's grace. Mercy that gives miracles to unbelievers like me. I don't know what to say! I dare say I am ashamed of myself. Give the miracle to the people who still suffer! Then we must rebuild this city! There are still many who suffer from the curse left by the Doom King! "
"...? Huh? Ah, yes!"
In response to Priest Cayman's frantic plea, Retrain opens his diary, checks it, and closes it.
What is the reason for the person in front of you crying, and what is the reason for the words of gratitude?
I think the retrain is confirming the reason. Perhaps he even gave his life as a Cayman medical priest to pay the price, and now he knows again for the first time.
Her memories are terribly scarce.
Nobody knows, nobody knows.
It just says so in my diary, so that's all I'm dealing with.
"Well, for now, I'm glad."
"Congratulations on your miracle achievement, Retrain!" What a marvelous work! This is the first time I have witnessed the miracle of God, and I am impressed! If you help us, we will save the Southern Province! ”
"Yes, uh... yes. Thank you?"
The Paladin arranges praise in a ranting voice somewhere in excitement. Retrain replied ambiguously that she had just realized his existence.
You probably don't even know who he is or why he's here.
The confused voice speaks for itself.
The mission imposed on this young girl is endlessly heavy.
God's grace was too bright and too powerful for one of her to take.
But no one is allowed to take his place.
For the solitude of the Holy Maiden is demanded by a God like no other.
"A miracle accomplishment is a good thing indeed." However, the Cayman Medical Priest still looks confused. You will need time to look back at yourself.... you there. Will you show him to the rest stop? I'd like to continue listening and wishing to cooperate in the future. ”
"Hah! Roger that, Inquisitor Imreis!" Now, if you'll excuse me! Come on, Cayman. This way... "
"Oh, I'm sorry. What a bother for the Paladin..."
Don't bother!
Kreye urged her to leave the room with a natural flow, and the two of them left the tent without cooling down.
I'm sure we're done here, and even if we keep an eye on things like this, nothing will happen. At best, there will be more variation in the gratitude of the Cayman medical priests.
A fortunate man who has exposed himself to the miracles of God and his witnesses.
After the two of them who had become parties to the miracle that would have been written in the biblical passage had left the room, a particularly quiet space awaited them.
Did you like it?
Kreye slowly asked the retrain who was desperately turning the pages of the diary.
"Yes, yes, maybe..."
I see.
Keep pushing it.
The memory of the Saintess Retrain in her diary is naturally finite.
I actively offer new memories that I join every day as a price, but if I still exercise my miracles and dark yaks, the limit will eventually arrive.
In other words, the time may come when the memory that she has been refusing to give as a quid pro quo will be needed.
It is the only thing that the retrain, which is full of holes, refuses to dedicate and holds dearly. It is a memory of my father.
Kreye had spoken out. If we use miracles in vain, it will be time for us to make a serious decision.
That is, the day when all her memories are lost and the retrain is no longer the retrain.
The day when my memories with my father are gone, and a doll is born that only carries the function of a saintly maiden of helplessness.
― ― The world is full of chaos.
Evil forces are threatening the lives of the Tigers and people, and they are starting to make a fetal move to drag all their lives to the bottom of hell.
The El-Nur Spirit Pact Alliance has already been defeated and is experiencing disturbing movements by the wicked.
Qualia also suffered a devastating blow to the Southern Province, which emerged as the kingdom of the god Renéa, and was unable to recover from its deep wounds.
In addition, on the southern continent, the Dark Continent was entrusted with another fierce existence in a neutral state.
Perhaps... no, the battle of light and darkness will undoubtedly increase in ferocity.
The number of those injured and fallen in the course is unknown.
And whosoever seeketh the help of the Holy Maiden shall not increase, but shall not decrease.
And she is not so ruthless as to abandon the innocent people who seek help.
That's why the diary's Saint Retrain will continue to use miracles.
"Even if I offer all the memories I can dedicate myself to..."
At that time, she... "
What is this sweet girl to offer?
"Um, Inquisitor Imreis..."
"...... what is it?"
God, did Lord Aaros... see my good deeds?
Klee, whose heart was darkened by an unanswered problem, said retrainly.
It was more difficult than anything to see the figure.
It was terribly painful and unbearable.
Therefore, close your mind, freeze your emotions, and smile so that you never understand your thoughts.
But... even with the willpower of the iron, Kreye couldn't stop her trembling voice.
"Yes, yes. God must have seen... what Nerim did."
"I see... I'm glad."
Really, with a really relaxed expression, Retrain laughed.
The smile is really innocent and makes Kreye feel guilty.
Kreye remembers.
That this little girl is truly a happy and persistent personality.
Since the situation is that the other person knows him/herself but he/she loses his/her memory, he/she will adopt an obnoxious attitude if he/she does not make the other person uncomfortable.
Kreye remembers.
The name Retrain was given to her when she was taken to the center, and the real name was Nerim, given by her adoptive father.
When neither knew each other, he said to himself, nervous about his sight with the saint, "Please feel free to call me Nerim."
Kreye remembers.
She admits that her sense of justice is twice as strong and that she is sensitive to the suffering of the twice as strong.
It was as if her father had thought that one day she would be as good a priest as he was.
Kreye remembers.
She was crying in the middle of the night, secretly calling her father's name...
"Your father will come back."
Kreye cries in her heart.
No matter how many times I practice, the smile that I can't do well breaks down again, turning into something awkward.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, why do you want so much tragedy?
When will she be saved? How will she be saved?
What should I do to her?
There is no God to answer.
If you are omniscient and omnipotent, you should hear the Good God.
God, who is supposed to be confirmed, pierces the silence of the Holy Spirit.
That's why Kreye just smiled sadly...
“Feel free to call Klee for a small job.”
And he swore in his heart that he would be with the girl till the end of time, when he would come.
◇◇◇
One day about a month after the collapse of the kingdom of light.
Old Southern Qualia. The commercial city of Serdoch.
The closest city to the connection between Southern states and the Dark Continent.
Located at the southernmost point in Qualia itself, the city has a history of informal trade with neutrals on the Dark Continent.
However, in these days of chaos, the place was visited by a wide variety of people, and it was surrounded by a kind of gloomy air.
― ― The immigration office at the entrance to the city of Serdoch has been sealed off, and there are now idle birds singing.
The city in the southern province is now designated as an important administrative city in the name of Pope Qualia III, and the flow of people has been completely cut off.
Of course, those who came from the outside were strict about not letting people out from the inside, but this is important in the first place.
The merchants flee quickly to safety, and the travelers and pilgrims are no exception to the outbreak of the plague.
Normally, pedestrians, pilgrims, and general security guards who did not have time to take part in the immigration screening were also instigated by the instigation and are closed as a matter of course.
In any case, security is necessary, and we can't leave it unattended at all.
On that day, a soldier sat in the chair of the guardhouse attached to the gate of the city, looking at the clear sky that was vaguely seen from the outside while sitting on his elbow at the window of surveillance.
It was clear to everyone that he was bored with a job that gave him important tasks but didn't come at all.
"I don't know what to say, but it's painful even if you're too busy..." If you don't do this, you'll miss that busy day. ”
It is common for an organization to have a large gap between the sense of crisis in the upper echelons and the soldiers in the upper echelons.
He was also a little anxious, but he was scarcely aware of the crisis, and he just had time to spend a vague day and turn over quickly...
It was really sudden and unannounced.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
"Ugh! Who is this...?"
The man suddenly, really suddenly appeared outside the window.
Although it was dazzling, the view from the window around here has no view and no place to hide.
Nevertheless, the men who approached so close without even noticing themselves could not conceal the vigilance of the soldiers who had been doing their duty so seriously.
I accidentally took a distance from the window and put my hand on the sword at my waist.
However, the distrust that was manifested and the attitude of vigilance towards the other person did not seem to concern the strange man, on the contrary, there was no indication that he was going to say his suspicions.
"Oh! I'm so sorry about this!" My name is Vittorio, and I'm from Minogurra, Vittorio! "
Somehow I was staring at the suspicion of confusion by the soldiers.
On the contrary, he bows profoundly with a proud attitude.
The loosely lifted head emits a damp sign like a serpent holding a sickle, and the fluttering laughing mouth is creepy like a tongue groaning.
For him, an uninformed soldier, it is very fortunate or unfortunate that the details of the destruction caused by Ira-Tact, the king of Mynogurra, have not arrived.
But it becomes clear at the next moment that such questions are no longer relevant to this stage.
A group of people came from behind him, just as soon as he showed up.
They are uniformly smiling creepily at Niko.
It was as if they were made up, but it was clear from the several girls who showed a grumpy and tired expression at the head that they were not dolls.
"Oh, what the hell... what do you want?" This city is currently under lockdown. "
A soldier's man asks when his hips are pulled back.
Usually, it was a small object that behaved like a dark continent person, but it seemed that it worked just by not doing extra things in this situation.
With minimal personnel, there were no people nearby, so it was a loss to see that they were upset and hiding.
However, there was no possibility of confronting the con man in front of him when his head turned a little...
"Are you happy or not?"
Words that have been spoken somewhere are dripping again here.
Vittorio's peculiar act in his spare time... "
The next move by the hero of the plot was about to begin.