Maou No Utsuwa

The final day of the main selection of the brave. The eight men who won the battle the day before will wager the throne of the brave men to fight.

The venue is more exciting than it was the day before. Many of the audience were pushing against the venue in the face of the previous day's hangover.

Naturally, some of them look like Kamui and Ignaz.

"Finally."

"Well, yeah,"

"Is that it? Doesn't matter anymore?

"Looks like you're gonna fight a guy named Ralph."

Kamui's gaze has always been directed at Ralph. Ralph didn't give up after all those wounds the day before.

"Can't you?

"Perhaps. The attackers think well. This is the capital of the Church, and I concentrated my pain on the premise that I would be treated with restorative magic."

"Because it's a limb and a leg. How far could it have been cured?

"The broken bone stuck. But because it felt crushed, the fine fragments aren't completely stuck. The pain should remain. That's more muscular than that. Muscles, healing magic is hard to fix."

"Right. But why not? Surface scratches stick together beautifully."

"I don't know. I guess that's the kind of constraint the masters said. Muscles are damaged, and they get stronger with repeated healing. Recovery magic eliminates the need for hard work when it is done. I wonder if God would not have forgiven that."

"I think I know somehow, but it's just an imagination."

"You don't know what God thinks."

The Demons have far more humble thoughts about God. Respect for God in the first place shows itself that the teachings of God are lies.

"Guess who?

"The killer? You're that big black guy. Ralph was surprised when he climbed sandalwood. Now, it's burning."

And Kamui shifts his gaze to the man. Not with the mixed eyes of pity when I was staring at Ralph, but with cold eyes.

"Well, I mean, is that the most powerful of the brave?"

"You know, the old man had eyes for once. But a man who darkens his competitors is a brave man."

"That's good. A man like that can kill without hesitation."

"Sort of."

After the introduction of the candidate, the battle finally began. Though the remaining eight, for Kamui, it's a boring battle. No candidate extends to Hildegand when he was a student at Royal College.

Kamui found out that Hildegand was already quite capable in college. If Hildegand had continued his training as a knight, he would have been known as the strongest in the continent, as opposed to the college.

Naturally, that is not with the exception of Kamui and some demons.

"You're out."

At last Ralph's appearance, but as Kamui expected, it was nothing like that the day before. I never overwhelmed them, but in a passive position, I managed to find a gap between them and win.

"I won for once."

"You can't. If you know you're wounded, you should go for it. I haven't hidden out the pain in the first place. You may have noticed your opponent in the next battle."

"Yeah. But that's better, right?

"Yes, but... I instinctively seek to fight the strong because of my father's blood. Personality is troublesome even though it's meant to be the opposite."

"Take it easy and win, that's why"

"Exactly."

The battle for the main election goes on. The first game of the semifinals was won by the mastermind who had Ralph attacked and the man Kamui thinks of.

And the second game. This will overshadow Kamui's expectations.

"Didn't you notice?

"That's not true. I don't think he's attacking me because he's aware of it."

"Well, you're a decent guy."

"Don't call that a grand one. I call it a handicap. From what I've seen, you look like a knight, so you're the guy with the crappy knight."

"Tough."

"It's a fight. From the standpoint of doing everything you can to win, I can tell you that it's blasphemy."

"Sort of. You'll regret it. Then I'll lose."

"Oh, I'll see you then"

The harsh criticisms of the Kamuis in the stands naturally couldn't have been heard by their opponents, and they were to lose, mindful of Ralph's injuries.

You're honoring each other for a good fight, two stiff handshakes. Contrary to the warm applause of the audience around him for that refreshing attitude, the Kamuis watched the sight with cold eyes.

"That's settled."

"Right."

"Well, I don't need you anymore. Go to the ceremony of choice and the venue of your choice."

"It's a little early. If you go too soon, it'll stand out."

"So, you want something to eat?

"Not at all...... But is that good now? All right, let's go."

The Kamuis leave the scene without watching the finals. Just because we know the results is not the reason.

It was the truth of the matter between us that we didn't like to see battles that made us feel bad.

And the final game that took place after the Kamui's departure. The brave man made up his mind. In the way the Kamuis expected.

◇ ◇ ◇

Unlike the venue of the Brave Selection Battle, the venue of the Selection Rite was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere.

Many priests, headed by the Pope, stand in front of the altar, behind them, in a slightly lowered position, a brave man who prevailed in selection. The audience watching it is further behind it.

Slightly disturbing the solemn atmosphere is the platform built on the left. There was a lot of firewood under it. Everyone knows what's going to happen there.

The voice of prayer of the priests echoing around and of the zealous faithful who are equally praying in a way that goes with it.

It was thought to last forever, it ended with the Pope's voice.

"Great God! Answer our prayers, your faithful servant! To save our crisis, grant God's blessing to the brave men who will be the saviors of the people! Hear our prayers, O mighty God!

After a moment of silence, the twirling spreads to the ceremonial setting of the selection

A dazzling light that rises and descends from heaven toward its place, arranged in a circle at the tip of the altar. A sign of the coming of the Messenger of God to grant protection.

Eventually, the light changes its shape into a person's appearance. The glowing figure is too dazzling to look well. The only thing you can clearly tell is two wings, one left and one right, spread across its back.

An angel appeared on the spot...

Soon, the twisting stops, and the silence covers the area. Those who stood, kneeling unconsciously, many of them lying down on the ground without even being able to raise their faces.

Overwhelming presence. So divine that you can't even look at it. Many were more in awe than rejoicing in the coming of the Messenger of God.

That's the same for those who know the ritual of the last brave selection. They were enlightened by instinct. The last time I showed up, I had an overwhelming difference in character from the use of God.

"... or God's, my, my, my, my, my"

It was Cardinal Conte who raised his voice in it. His stature as a priest does not exceed that of the Pope. The thinness of faith made it possible, on the contrary, to Cardinal Conte.

"What about you?

It sounds like a beautiful, musical melody I've never heard before. Everyone on the spot heard the voice, unable to distinguish between whether it reached the ear or directly to the heart.

"Wow, my name is Viktor Conte and I am a Cardinal of the Bishops at the Church of the Divine Lenatus"

"I didn't know titles were longer than names. People don't change after 10,000 years."

Cold air drifting in a beautiful investigation. When people heard it, they were made to understand that the use of God was not a mere giving of mercy.

"... also, I'm sorry, sir"

"A ritual of summons that repeats itself in a short time. Try to respond to something instead. You seem a little disciplined."

A voice that flows, not speaks to anyone. What people feel is anger. Besides, people were annoyed.

"Wow, we chose the brave ones. Yes, to the covenant of old, also, according to, God's, your, blessing."

"... an ancient contract? Who is it? I told you that."

Even though it does not make the voice absurd, its voice runs amongst people like a storm, terrorizing them.

"... well, that's"

"I'm afraid the ritual is better than mine"

"What about you?

It's Aurelio Fannini.

"... you seem a little good. It's good."

Just because you named your name is not why the angel decided to do this. You see things that are invisible in people's eyes.

"An ancient covenant was passed down by the Patriarch at the birth of this Church. But we don't know what it is, we know it only as a word of prayer in the ritual of choosing the brave."

"Patriarch. Apparently, you've been able to do one more thing since you got back."

"... May I grant you God's blessing?

"I would like to say that in the uncertainty of authenticity, there is no reason for me to keep in mind what has been done by those who have done so far. It's good."

"" "Ooh!!

From the priests, a twist occurs, in anticipation of the added protection to be brought about by the use of God, the overwhelming being.

"So to whom is the protection...... Oh, that's him."

The messenger of God, who looked around, turned his attention to only one person, who was standing up on the spot.

"That's... Oh, no. I'm not that one. The chosen brave men are right behind us."

Although Pope Fannini was concerned about those who could stand in this situation, solving the misunderstanding of God's use first pointed to the brave men crawling behind him.

"... are you telling me to grant God's protection to such a distorted being?

Also, the wrath of God's Messenger blows around. He appeared even to those who could no longer withstand a stronger anger than earlier, and passed out.

"You call yourself a priest more than you said a church, don't you?

"Yes, sir"

"Do you deserve to name a priest or something to a fool who doesn't even have eyes to see people?

"... also, I'm sorry, sir. Now the status of the Church…"

"I just asked. It is up to those who live on the earth to decide whether to recognize them as priests or not. And I don't deserve to talk about it. That's what I promised, even if it's not ancient."

"... Yes"

"As far as I can tell, the one person in charge is that one. May I say that we grant God's protection to that man?

"... it"

"Then I'm leaving. Because it is heavier to give God's protection to the unqualified than to break previous customs."

"So, if there is, to that one,"

Cardinal Conte raised his voice in haste. In order to defeat the Demon King, we thought it was about gaining protection.

"I am not willing to hear your wishes. Your desire to have an ugly heart, inferior to the priesthood and to the beast."

"Oh, no..."

Cardinal Conte cannot survive in the Church if he is denied his personality before the people by the use of God. Cardinal Conte's ambitions, which were aimed at the apex of the Church, the status of Pope, collapsed casually in the Word of God's Messenger.

"Well, what do you want to do?

"... God bless him. Please."

"It would be good."

With the Word of Acknowledgement, the Messenger of God floated from the spot. When you jump over the priests without any weight or feeling the wind, you descend into the audience, in front of those who are just standing alone.

People leaving the spot to crack. All that remained was the man standing and the other man pulling his arm in an effort to get the man to kneel diligently.

"What's your name?

"... it's hard to say on this occasion"

The name of Kamui Kreutz is not a name that can be named in the church capital, which is the middle of an enemy land.

"You can't give protection without knowing your name."

"That blessing, but I don't need it"

"... can you let me know why?

"Do I need to ask why? You weren't much of a rider, were you?

"Then, fool! You, make it a good addition!

Ignaerts, kneeling beside Kamui rudely, raised his voice in a hurry.

The angel's gaze turned to Ignaerts.

"What about you?

"... is his friend"

"Really? What's his name?

"I can't tell you. His name is to be told from his mouth."

"Do you get that word? You're one of them."

"It's an honor to keep it in compliment. He does not want God's blessing. I want you to respect his feelings."

"I don't mind that. At least I want to know why."

"It's..."

Ignaerts is not the answer. Kamui, who was gazed at, nodded gently, slowly opening his mouth.

"My power is given to me by men. I appreciate that, but I don't want to rely on that alone. That's what I thought, and I've been trying as hard as I deserve. There, if I were given any more divine protection, my whole life would just end with training. That's why."

"... you are"

"I explained why. This is good, right?

"... what's your name?

"You're saying you don't want to say that?

"I can force myself to read through my head if I want to. If I could, I wouldn't want to."

"You, isn't that dirty?

"Stupid Kamui! They're God's men!

The surroundings deliberately reacted to that word of Ignaerts. And the reaction was the same with the use of God. I felt a surprise floating in its face, which should be glowing and invisible.

"Kamui......"

"You're the fool! You're screwed!

"Oh, I'm sorry!

"Your name is Kamui, isn't it? The reaction around me has shown you who you are, somehow. But I want to hear it from you. Can you tell me? your name, including your title."

"Don't you hate the title?

"If that's a meaningless title, it is. Isn't that what you're saying?

"... ok. My name is Kamui Kreutz. Recognized by the Devil's Sword Kamui, he is the leader of the Devil's Nation!

It weighs differently than a person's title. With that pride in his chest, Kamui named himself grand.

"A demon king. Ahhh!" "Ha, help me. Yeah!" "To, run. Ooh, ooh!

People who are amazed at the appearance of just the Demon King. It thus frees him from his awe of the Messenger of God and begins to escape from the spot simultaneously.

The Church knights, who, contrary to that, were escorting their surroundings, pulled out their swords and headed towards Kamui. The place, which was surrounded by silence, became a crucible of confusion at once.

"Be quiet!

But the confusion was ruled with only one word of the Messenger of God. To that voice, which echoes directly to the head, the movement of all stopped.

"I will not tolerate harm to Kamui Kreutz on this occasion! And Kamui Kreutz. I promise you I won't do you any harm. I swear in the name of Mikhail, the faithful apostle of God."

"Shh!?

When he uttered a word of surprise, Kamui kept his eyes wide open and hardened.

"What's up?

The soft ripple you feel from an angel asking Kamui. That brought Kamui back to sanity.

"... surprised. God's messenger named you?

"But if we don't, we won't be able to talk slowly with you, will we?

"Talk?"

"I'd like to ask you a lot, but at first it's still this."

"... what?

"My friend, is Auriel at your side?

"... Is that possibly about Aur?

Kamui knows no man by the name of Auriel. But if I were on my side, I could imagine Aur.

"Oh, you threw away Elle's name. Yes, the real name should be different, but I'm pretty sure it's Aur"

"... you mean my friend?

"It's exactly what you think. Aur is a man with the name of his former Elle. He was the same messenger of God as me, and at that time he was what I could call my best friend."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Kamui's screams echoed on a quiet ceremonial setting.