Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Arcana turns her clean eyes on me.

I remember what Misha said for some reason, despite the same transparent expression.

Dry thirst.

Looks like we're going to be wandering the waterless desert forever.

"Hmm. What does that mean?

"Every god becomes a chosen god by choosing a chosen one. I have forgotten the name of God I had before I became the chosen God."

Quietly Arcana speaks.

"What I remember is that I wanted kindness"

I felt my grief spill out of the pounding, pounding, grunting words.

"That I was not kind."

The worry-stained eyes look far into the past.

"... God is order. I have no emotions, I am not alive. So I think I have forsaken my name. In exchange for God's name and his memory, I think he got his heart. But a man's heart, especially love and kindness, disturbs order. What I got was chaos that God shouldn't have"

Arcana says, as if it were a sin.

"Unaware of it, I, as an unnamed God, brought light to the ground. The light of salvation. I thought I had to. With kindness in this self, with a heart that loves people deeply, I thought I could take them off the boundaries of order and save more"

The divine tribe follows order and preserves it, with the supreme aim of maintaining it.

You mean you abandoned your name to escape the rule of that order?

"In this underground I have behaved the miracle of God, saving whomever I can, unknowingly. I saved a thousand lives, I saved ten thousand hearts, and one day I met. to the followers of Geordal, who have killed their daughter and wish revenge on God"

As if to recall the past, Arcana looked up blurry overhead.

There was no sky there, and the ceiling covered the ground.

"His daughter was a selector and, after the jihad, returned her life to heaven. In Geordal's teachings, the roots of death by jihad are salvaged under God. Happier than anything and more than anything to be blessed. But my daughter told him just before she died."

Arcana clouds her eyes sadly.

"He wants to be with your father, rather than go to God. He moaned, disobeyed his teachings, resented the selector who killed his daughter. He wished on me. I appealed to him to shrink. And judgment shall come upon his chosen one, and the death of the perpetual. That's all salvation, he said."

In order to save him, shall we drive the chosen one, who killed his daughter, to ruin?

"What's the matter with you?

"At that time I was not a chosen God, I was only a god without a name. No judgment may be handed down to the Selector. I tried to persuade him. Revenge does not produce anything. My daughter's life will not return. I hope she dies that you live happily ever after."

Arcana cut the words once and then opened her mouth again.

I said, "If you will, I will bring your dead daughter back to life."

"The roots weren't doomed?

Arcana leaned down and shook her neck left and right.

"Then how many gods can you bring back?"

"If we distort the order of, we can create the same person. Same mind, same body, same memory. His daughter comes back to life. At least for him."

"... Hmm. Did you lie to me?"

A kooky nod, Arcana said.

"If you don't know, that makes him happy. I thought so, and with the power of Artieltonoa, I created his daughter"

Arcana stares me in the eye.

"He was pleased with it. I thought I could save you."

Her face complains that it was a mistake.

"A few months after that, he was hanging himself to death. My weeping daughter said to me. After a selection referee, a deputy was elected to tell him that his daughter was a fake. He was the man who killed his real daughter."

Arcana shuts her mouth like she bites her lips.

She had a dark look on her face, silent for a while.

"Who killed him?

As I ask myself, Arcana says.

"A proxy who told the truth to mock him? Or is it his own fault for taking revenge"

As he slowly denies it, Arcana tells.

"No. I'm the one who killed him. I tried to save him by creating a fake daughter. But it was not salvation, but the seed of despair."

The squeezing voice was like cutting herself off.

"That's my fault. As God, I have made mistakes that must never be made. I thought. How could I have saved his heart? Should I have granted him vengeance? But even if his heart is saved, this time its proxy dies and one salvation disappears"

Killing his daughter in a selection referee, and when it comes to the original, that's what God started.

It is also right to punish those who kill them.

"I have finally realized. All of this is connected. It's not just about this one. One salvation causes another to be lost without realizing it. If you save someone, someone will spill, and even on the palm of this God, you will not be able to put all your wishes on"

Arcana says.

"There is no Almighty. Not even God is Almighty. You can't save everything."

That must have been the conclusion she came to then.

"That is why I wished that I was wrong. I wanted someone to overshadow the answer I gave. And so, when I was out on earth, I knew you."

As if that was salvation, she smiled lightly.

"The demon king of tyranny that destroys God. If, indeed, you are beyond the power of God, I thought you might answer my question."

So you flew the magic body and asked me on purpose?

"Non-conformer Anos Voldigord. You must be out of order. I will issue my judgment. You are the one who truly will come to the Almighty, worthy of God's proxy"

Arcana reached quietly and touched the almighty sword I had, Levine Gilma.

"I can't save everything, how can I be God?

Like talking to herself, she says.

"How can I be God without saving the wicked, the blamemen, the fools, not even the devil? God is just reason to keep order, and we can't save anything with this."

When I let go, she held the sword horizontally.

"I wanted to be a kind God saving everything. To the real God."

A muscle of Shizukuishi spills out of her eyes.

"That's what I thought, I threw away my name. Maybe, I'm sure."

Sheath on your left hand and Arcana grips the pattern with your right hand.

"It was a mistake. So this defeat you gave me is the punishment for me for my sins. And at the same time, salvation more than anything."

All the while she puts her strength into her right hand.

"Goodbye. I hope you win"

In an attempt to quietly unleash Levine Gilma, Arcana can put her strength into her hands.

As the sword of the Almighty nearly wiped away her roots, I held its right hand and stopped.

Strangely, Arcana looked at me.

"One last look at that unsaveable man that God can't even save, what I would do."

Arcana nodded, showing a bewildered bare gesture.

"It's time to come back. Abandon faith and what does this man say? I hope you haven't betrayed my expectations."

Sleep on your back and cast the magic of < Total Demon Complete Healing (Aye Sheal) > on Ahid, who is having nightmares.

A severed limb grows and its wound is completely healed.

As I noticed all the time, Ahide opened his eyes.

"What do you say, Petten? Are you accustomed to being betrayed by scattered gods, and to denying them? Didn't faith and all that disappear beautifully?

After my words entered my ear and thought to indulge it, Ahide leaked her breath all the time.

"... f, huhahahahahahahahahahaha...!

With a laugh, Mururi and Ahide wake themselves up.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm back! I'm back!!

Due to a thousand times of nightmares betrayed by God, or to the sense of liberation that has returned to reality, Ahide seems to have gotten Taga off the hook.

"Hmm. Have you lost your mind?

"It's sane. We have not forsaken faith."

"If you abandon faith from the heart, you won't wake up from"

To the words, Ahide laughed niggardly.

"So I believe in God, but therefore, I have forsaken faith wholeheartedly. Don't you understand? Same thing you said earlier. If thou wilt use the sword of the Almighty, I will have the heart of the Almighty. Until you abandoned your faith and held it at the same time."

After a thousand degrees of nightmares, I still see a man who remains rotten, and a laugh spills from the edge of his mouth.

"You're a man who doesn't betray the expectations you make, you are. Then, as promised, I'll show you my last nightmare."

A little further away, I threw words at Arcana watching us.

"It's about the afterlife. I'll tell you. Who will you choose in this judgment?"

"Unfortunately, not if I'm with you now. I've given you a new trust."

Discarded, Ahide turned toward Arcana.

"Arcana, my God, let's leave this place once and for all. I've already figured out his powers. It also means that you are an incomprehensible fool that giving death in jihad is salvation. If you gain new divine power, you can also defeat this heretic. Come on."

Ahide reaches out to Arcana.

But when she glanced at it, she told her pale.

"I can't do that"

"....................................................!?

Ahide complains.

But as I fixed it, I got a pulled smile.

"... so what, my God, can't you? Whatever the case, let's try something like that. Change your mind, and now it's time to bring relief to people. May I entrust you with my trust?"

To Ahide kneeling and praying, Arcana said.

"I tell my followers, the trustee Ahide Arobo Agazze. I have tried to save thee, and have chosen thee as a selector. I thought you deserved salvation because you were unsaved"

"I offer my profound gratitude to God of choice"

"But it was a mistake"

Ahide stops praying and sees Arcana with a look that just says he doubted his ears.

"............................................................................................................................?

In such a way that he doesn't understand the meaning, he repeats.

"What are you talking about? God makes mistakes, etc..."

"God can be wrong. God is never, ever omniscient. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have chosen you. Therefore Arcana, God of Choice, according to the covenant, speaks the last word to the trustee"

Arcana turned her gaze of pity to the selector.

"You never deserve a proxy for God. What I choose is him, the non-conformer Anos Voldigord, who has overcome the judgment of the Almighty. Ahide, I will judge you. Return to one believer and live hard."

Red fire extinguishes from selected alliance pearls held by Arcana.

As if Ahide had disqualified the selector.

With powerless eyes, Ahid, who gazed upon it, exhaled with a small breath.

"...................................................................................................!

With eyes full of madness, Ahide laughs.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I see. Thousands of times did I say lies to frame me? Yeah, I use a lot of crappy hands. That's what the heretics think."

"Ahide. That's wrong"

Ahide laughs off Arcana's words with his nose.

"Shut up. It's order, but the ruling godliness does not command me to be great. Do you mind? I don't trust God any more than I do. It's just convenient to use."

"Hmm. That's a lot of leopard weirdness"

"If you know it's a dream, whether you have pain or if it looks like reality, there's nothing wrong with it. Instead, you don't have to act like crap like you believe in God, so there's no world that's easier."

Ahide used the magic of < possessory summons (azept) > and then painted the magic formation of < metastasis (gatom) >.

The body must have possessed something that could be used.

"I may have thought about tormenting and despairing me in a world where I have to abandon my faith, but it's called shallow wisdom. I have no faith in the first place, and this dream is not even a nightmare."

He distorts his expression to madness and laughs.

"Well, is this the 101st time? Do you poke at stupid followers who believe all about God or the Pope, who usually stops high, that there is no such thing as < Almighty Brilliance >? I hope you just woke up."

The condition for waking up is to brag about the absence of God in his own country, Geordal. Continue that a thousand times.

Every time I followed him a little bit, I made sure he had more difficulty, such as increasing the number of people he had to listen to.

Ahide, who continued to trial and error, would be proficient in the art of poking at the absence of God at the earliest.

It must be a glimpse of how you can show the strangeness of that cultivated technique against the real Pope and Geordal.

"It's about hard work. Unlike before, I don't think we're going anywhere."

If you say so, Ahid will stare at me like he's pissed off.

"I can't help saying this to you any more in my dreams, but if you're asking, remember, nonconformist Anos Voldigord. I will never forgive you. Be sure to use any hand, I'll send you to the bottom of hell. That's what you're looking forward to when you wake up. Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

There was magic in the magic formation, and his appearance disappeared.

"- Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Leave such a high laugh.

"Unfortunately, Ahide, that nightmare will not awaken for the rest of your life"

Tingling throat, I laugh.

He tries and mistakes to figure out how to wake up from his dreams and brags all over the country that there is no God. It's not hard to imagine the act escalating.

Whatever you do, if you don't wake up, you'll get progressively irritated and taste exactly the nightmare.

But the real hell is when you realize this isn't a nightmare, it's just reality.

What despair do you taste?

Everything is what you deserve.

"As you can see, Arcana."

I'll teach Arcana the end of an unsaveable man, and still give him the look he showed me.

"I'm not a god. I'm not even going to be a god. Save a man who can't be saved."

Step loose and stand in front of her.

"If the kind God who saves everything wants a real God, stop expecting others. Not all people can forgive resentment. Not all people don't want to fight. Not all people, like you, are heartbreaking and kind. Especially me. Once the fool knocks him down into the depths of despair, he can't help it."

Peeping into the eyes of a clean arcana, I say.

"Still, if you want a kind God who saves everything, you'll be the one."

"I have sinned that I should not have sinned"

pale Arcana says.

"God to be punished"

"I wonder who has the right to punish those who wish to punish themselves more"

"I did more cruelty than take my life. False life, plunged his heart into despair, unable to give any salvation, brought only doom"

Arcana had self-conscious eyes and said so.

"Who believes in God who made mistakes? Who forgives a sinful God"

If there is one that can be forgiven, there will be none but the man who gave up his life himself.

But the doomed will not be undone now. It's impossible.

"Then I'll forgive you."

To the words, Arcana rounded her eyes.

"I'll forgive you for your sins. Arcana, god of choice. If anyone who disputes you is somewhere beneath this earth, I will be its shield."

Arcana is listening to me.

"You can't do what you never did. Even if the man is resurrected, time returns, and everything is gone, your sins will not disappear. You disappear here, and you will not disappear until that sin."

"... what do you think you should do?

"If you admit your mistakes, make amends. over that lifetime."

Shut up, then, she asks again.

"Atonement?"

"You must have seen it in this fight. Emilia. the students of the College of the Brave."

Arcana nods.

"You made me get back on my feet"

"That's not true. They pleaded guilty themselves and turned to make amends. Emilia will continue to be annoyed by the mistakes she once made. Still, she realized she had to move forward one step at a time. More than sin goes away, we just have to do that."

Arcana will look me straight in the eye.

"There is no such thing as the unmistakable. That's how everyone lives, people and demons. So, God, what do you do when you run away from sin?

I offered my hand to Arcana, who clenched the sword of the Almighty.

"Let's ask. What's your atonement? Arcana, how do you want to atone for that sin?

"... I..."

Strong will lights slightly from eyes overflowing with self-restraint.

It burned as if it had caught fire and he appealed strongly to me.

"I want to eliminate the selection referee. This order is not human-friendly. A ritual of sacrifice, made at the convenience of God. His daughter's death, as well as Geordal's attack on Azesion, all began the selection referee. If this continues, there will be another dispute. Over and over again, people die."

Shizuku of tears, another one, spills quietly on the floor.

"Non-conformer Anos Voldigord. You can do it. With you, I can finish this ritual."

tears in her eyes, she said.

"Please, let me make amends"

Gently take the sword in her hand and draw the magic formation flat in her hand.

That's where my chosen alliance pearl from Arcana showed up.

"Let's trust you. I can never doubt your kindness."

Believe in God.

That is the instrument of the Covenant.

"Be my God, Arcana. If you're gonna make amends, I'll forgive you for that sin."

A red fire lights up in the heart of the Alliance Pearl.

It represents an oath with God, a flame of covenant.

We have only one vow.

"Destroy Selected Judges"

It was a word of forgiveness and atonement, which exchanged with a sinful God.