Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

As for Fioria, I am not going to deny Monadism itself.

Honor Mona, the Creator, and the angels, and be grateful for their grace.

Love your neighbors, have mercy on your parents, brothers and children, and keep your days healthy.

Thou shalt kill, and fornicate, and steal, and deceive.

For health, three meals a day, eighth minute belly. Late night sweetness must be avoided. Don't forget to exercise moderately.

Mona, the Creator, created the world in six days and rested on the seventh day.

People don't extend to Mona, so don't work five days and rest on days six or seven.

The day's work lasts eight hours, two days off a week.

Do the credit imperative correctly and pay no price for your labor.

Never force free service (service overtime).

… For some reason there are many references to labor and health, but the teaching itself is legitimate.

Rather, as a Fioria, I want to spread Monadism to modern Japan. Black company, no, absolutely. Throw him into the flames for interrogation.

In response to her intention to do so, Protestantism was to take over Monadism in its fundamental part.

What has changed dramatically is the outward - the structure of the Church organization.

Monadism has “built up” its internal organization as it expands, so the system of upgrading was mixed up.

It is not uncommon for one rookie to receive instructions from three or four, each from a different department manager.

It is a very inefficient situation.

Fioria organised this and set up a new Pontifical Agency.

The location is Bolt, an independent commercial city.

It is a city where Fioria reunited with Heinkel about two months ago.

"Hey Fioria, why did you put the papal administration here?

Tentative top of Protestantism...... Cardinal Sheila Hornet asks.

"I want my grandmother to tell me a little bit. Hey. Why don't you put it somewhere in the Duke of Florence anyway?

"Of course I thought about it."

Fioria answers with a mouthful of coffee.

I tried letting Rex grind the beans but they taste pretty good.

Rich fragrance tickles my nose.

"But in that case, the connection between Protestantism and the House of the Duke of Florence is too obvious."

"Or something like that, Fioria, I wonder who's essentially ruling this city"

"Come on?"

Fioria shrugging her shoulders.

Bolt, an independent commercial city, operates in a council of twelve powerful people.

That facial touch includes the head of the Bolt branch of the Granford Chamber of Commerce, the head of the Bolt branch of the Bank of Franz, the head of the Bolt branch of the Valentine's Newspapers, the head of the Reprint Publishing Bolt branch, etc.

Both Valentine's Newspapers and Reprint Publishing were founded by Fioria, if they traced their origins.

The rest of the council members are all leading merchants, but they all received loans from Franz Bank.

…… who the substantial rulers of this city are will no longer have to speak.

It is Fioria di Florence.

"I need to ask you something else."

and whining Sheila.

She mixed the milk in her coffee and made it into a cafe ole.

Said that I like the aroma but it tastes bitter.

"You'll always be a bad Protestant, right? We have to decide on a name."

"Oh, I should have prepared some plans in advance."

"... that's not a good idea. Fioria, I'm not gonna say anything wrong, so let Grandma name the kid."

"I can't solve it."

By the way, Fioria's contemplated Protestant name is something like this, for example.

Monamonas, Monyas, Monadons, Monnads, Momodonnas -.

Let's call it a very high-sense (euphemistic) naming sense, just by naming it a moffy dog.

"Then what name should it be? You mean Aunt Sheila, so you've already narrowed down some candidates, haven't you?

"Hey....... I'm going to vote with the Cardinal at the top of every department, but maybe it's going to be Fiorian."

"…… Please stop. Really, stop it."

It's important, so I repeated it twice.

I don't know how much Fioria, but I have a little bit of shame.

I wonder if I could give religion my name or just be a person.

"But the director of the Inquisition Bureau is pushing it with great momentum."

"I absolutely disagree."

I might go to the Inquisition Bureau later and need to root out (physics).

Fioria called out to the butler who refrained behind her left.

Hey, Rex, can you get me some apples at the market? You can't do that, ma'am. Why not? Because I'm one vote for Fiorism, too. You betrayed me. Your pay cut. What do you think? It's unexpected. This is my bottom line.... or maybe he's just pushing me up.

"You guys aren't really close."

Sheila giggled as she listened to the conversation between Fioria and Rex.

"Yes, it's about the new pope, but can I leave it to Heinkel?"

"Yeah. He should be able to use that position better than anyone else.... Well, then I'm going to go“ open. "

Fioria takes a seat.

Just because he was excited about Protestantism doesn't mean anyone and everyone can abandon Monadism right away.

There is an information war going on through newspapers and so on, but after all, hundreds of newspapers are not at first sight.

Direct performance, if properly done, gives us explosive results.

Fioria understood that very well.

The wound disappeared from the right arm of middle-aged adventurer Cohen as Fioria wrapped her hands around it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... Whoa!

Cohen rises from his chair as he speaks in surprise.

Turn your right arm into a boom and scream.

"Yay! We did it! Awesome, awesome, Holy Virgin! The doctor told me never to move again...!

Cohen suffered a severe injury to his right arm last year.

It is the result of sheltering allies from Giant Oak attacks.

I couldn't even do my quest because my opponent stopped moving, and I was living in debt everywhere.

"I'll keep one of your debts at Franz Bank. It's a good idea to return to the Adventurer, but if you're retiring, let me introduce you to a factory under the umbrella of the Granford Chamber of Commerce. Take this letter."

"Yes, yes, yes... Holy Virgin, seriously Holy Virgin..."

Cohen weeps and kneels on the spot.

The adventurers around also said, "Good for you, old man! I was worried about you!" and throw warm words.

- Go to adventurer guilds everywhere and heal their wounds.

This was also Fioria's "sales activity".

Nevertheless, her personality seeps out as she performs healing and not exactly, but even aftercare such as debt management and professional mediation.

"Ha, just, you're helping me!

That was right after Fioria finished her treatment, at dusk.

A sweaty, muddy young man rushes into the Adventurer Guild trying to roll.

"O, the village of Ora, the village of Ora, in the back of the mountain, in the vicinity of, su, sung, the vampire, give me the village daughter, the, uh..."

"Take it easy.... How hurried you were. The body, it's not worn out."

The young man was barefoot.

Probably ran down the mountain road, regardless of the shoe coming off.

The skin on his leg is shattered and his blood is stained.

"It's okay now. Don't worry. -" Clean Healing Light (Clear Heel Light) "

The golden glow wraps the youth, removing body scratches and dirt.

"Heh...? Oh, Mr. Ahn...?

"It's Fioria. Fioria di Florence. I wonder if you've ever heard the name."

"Oh............! No way. If there is a Virgin, Ng is..................! Please, let our village, please, or not, be a nun......!

According to the youth story, there is a shrine near the village.

Says the vicious vampire, Dmitri, who knocked this area into the dong bottom of fear 500 years ago, is sealed?

But the mischievous sons of the village stepped into the temple and, by accident, unsealed it.

He said the resurrected Dmitri had lived in a church outside the village and demanded, "If you don't want them all killed, within three days, give me a little sauce-eyed, tall, loosely fluffy, clear village daughter". Strike zone narrow, you vampire.

The troubled villagers quickly sought salvation from the city's guild of adventurers…

"Then shall I go?"

Earlier than anyone else, Fioria gave her a name.

"A little sauce-eyed, tall, loosely fluffy, clear system, not the old Annelose. Yeah, a guy who likes that kind of thing decides to get bumpy."

At about the same time...

The village boy, Yock, was walking in the woods with garlic hanging on his left hand. On your right hand is a cross.

"I have to. I have to get rid of the vampires........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Yock is not one of the children who has unsealed the temple.

There was something slightly weak about it, and I hope I found the temple, but I was too scared to go inside.

In the meantime, friends began exploring the temple - bringing back Dmitri the vampire.

Fortunately, my friends are alive.

It seems that Dmitri only sucks the blood of a "slightly sauce-eyed, tall, loosely fluffy" woman, who was missed for the first time.

"But if we don't stay like this, they'll kill us all.... No, maybe your sister will be sacrificed"

Yock has a sister.

His name is Yona.

She is a slightly sauce-eyed, tall, loosely fluffy and clear sister.

Earlier, I heard the discussion between the village's adults.

You have to offer Yona and beg for her life or something?

I don't like that.

Absolutely, I don't like it.

Then what?

We have to fight.

A bard who visited the village said before.

Vampires have three weaknesses.

Sunlight, crucifixion, garlic.

I got it all.

The sun is setting, but it doesn't change that the sun is out.

Both the cross and the garlic are tickling what was at home.

Let's do our best.

Scary, though.

Wow, I'm so scared, though.

I just can't stand the fact that my favorite Yona sister is gone!

"Grandpa Shima... not. Come out, vampire!

When Yock opened the door of the abandoned church, he stuck out the cross.

It's dim inside.

Over a broken stained glass, a red sunset is inserted.

"Me, me, me, I'll kill you! Watch out!"

With a trembling voice, step by step, we go to the back of the church.

"Duh, where! It's no use hiding!

"- No, no, I don't care if you run or hide."

I heard a man.

It was a joking tone, like ridiculing this one.

"Up there, up there. Take a good look."

"………!

The Yock boy breathed.

There was a black figure standing on the ceiling of the church.

Like a bat stopped in a tree, if you will.

Feet up, head down.

It's like ignoring gravity, standing on the ceiling.

"I thought one or so of them would try, but no, I didn't think he was a child like you. The world is an interesting place."

The vampire kicked in the ceiling as he leaked his sly and arrogant smile.

Flip yourself in the air and land without sound.

A black cloak flicked wide like a wing.

"I'm Dmitri, a vampire who devoured thousands of you humans 500 years ago.... Now, how are you going to take me down?

"Here it is!

The Yock boy stuck out his cross and garlic.

"I know your weakness! Be quiet and be exorcised!

"Ugh...!

Dmitri holding his chest down and bracing.

... its mouth just leaves a slight grin.

"Oh, that's my weakness, I didn't know you knew............!

"Hey, okay!

To Dmitri's reaction, Yock is sure of his victory.

"I'm not afraid of you! What do you say!"

One step, one step closer and closer to Dmitri.

One step, one more step and Dmitri retreats.

Eventually I pushed it into the wall.

"Go away, you vampires!

The Yock boy threw a cross and garlic at him.

They hit Dmitri's body directly - nothing, nothing happens.

There is no appearance of damage done to Dmitri.

"What...?

Pick up the cross that fell to the ground, and again, throw it.

But...

"Kukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku,

When Dmitri gave him a high laugh, with his right hand, he paid off the flying cross.

"Vampires don't like crosses and garlic? Ahahahahahahahahaha! That stuff would be up to superstition! That was a big lie I shed 500 years ago!

"Oh, hey..."

"No, because human beings can suck on straw when they're cornered. He challenges me with courage, fed by only a few hopes. I can't wait to step on that, cuhahahahaha, I like it and I like it!

"Ugh..."

Dmitri, with his left hand, grabs the Yock boy's head and lifts it.

"You're here to kill me, so you'd be prepared to be killed, wouldn't you? Don't worry if you didn't. I will kill you slowly and slowly, so you should be prepared for it. Oh, what a friendly vampire I am!

His eyes glowed brilliantly and abusively red.

In an unstructured motion, throw the yoke boy free. That little body bounced the church floor several times before hitting the opposite wall.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Under desperate circumstances.

Still, the Yock boy didn't give up.

When you lift the chair that was falling at your feet, you hit Dmitri with it.

"No, it's a lot of temper. With strength, I would have enjoyed it a little bit."

With a sigh, Dmitri waves her left arm.

By the knife, the tree chair splashed apart.

"In the world 500 years ago, there was no match for me. Sealed because of the alarm. Hey.

Well, what about modern times? Well, there's no way in the world you can catch me up with the Demon King of the Night!

At the same time as I finish, Dmitri flies.

He was going to crush the Yock boy's hands and legs, inflict miserable severe pain, and then kill him.

But on the verge of...

"Well, maybe I'll give it a try."

A quick breeze blew.

That's a foretaste.

Put a comma a few seconds apart…… a storm, winds up.

"Wha...!

Dmitri forgot me.

It was a moment.

The abandoned church had completely collapsed due to the auspicious wind it was blowing.

Only around Dmitri and the Yorkboy remain as if cut off.

The sunset hasn't set yet.

The red sun illuminates Dmitri.

Although sunlight can be fatal to vampires, it has not been as damaging to him as it has been to many lives.

At best, the skin is sore with chills.

"I was just bored, too. Will you entertain me, vampire?"

The voice echoed far from the sky.

I looked up and there was another one, the sun.

The sun is not round.

It was in human form.

A woman in a white dress with golden hair.

"Heh heh!"

Dmitri's instincts, full of spirits, were alarming.

Run, run, run, run.

You can't come near me, just you.

Natural enemies to the very concept of darkness.

Burn all evil, absolute referee...

"Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Soul screaming.

Where's the room? Dmitri's on the run.

Run, run, run.

One step, one step, from that woman, far away!

"…… that's boring."

On the other hand, the woman in the white dress...... Fioria sighed like a shudder.

It's called a vampire who shook the Kingdom of Tristan 500 years ago, so somewhat, I was hoping.

"Well, fine. Something I met a great boy."

Adjust the flying magic output and slowly descend to the ground.

I called out to the Yock boy who was falling to the ground.

"You've worked so hard on your own."

"Uh... your sister... the"

The Yock boy was confused.

There should be no need.

Suddenly wondering if the abandoned church had collapsed, Dmitri escaped and Fioria appeared out of the sky. It unfolds too rapidly.

"That, goddess, is…………?

"No, I'm not."

Fioria shaking her head sideways.

"My name is Fioria Di Florence. She's just a good saint."

It's embarrassing to call yourself the "Virgin," but this is also a sales activity.

Be silent and patient.

"Your courage is very, very important. Don't forget how you feel when you grow up."

Pompous, and Fioria stroking the head of a yoke boy.

Smiling with a soft expression, the Yock boy leaned blush.

"……… Now."

Turn your gaze behind the forest.

"Even kids are so brave, you're a pathetic vampire. … time for punishment and shall we go?"

"Ugh, oh! Uhhhhhhh!

Dmitri walks through the mountains.

Running down the trees, no matter what.

No matter how far I run, behind my back, I feel Fioria's gaze.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.

Dominated by fear, Matomo thinking doesn't work either.

The sun has already set and it is night.

For vampires, activity time itself, and this is a full moon.

The conditions were in place for Dmitri to do his best.

Nonetheless, I feel like I can win, I don't.

"I'm disappointed. I waited for you so you could do everything you could. - The Judgment of the Thunder Emperor

The sky is engulfed by black clouds and a blurry thunderlight is shed.

That was a direct hit to both Dmitri's legs and he was erasing the bottom off his knees.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!

Dmitri falls, holds the wound down and rolls around.

Fioria watched the bug with her eyes.

"I don't think so. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Hiya, hiya! Please, help me! You missed me! People don't attack anymore! Reflect! So, life, life alone!

Dmitri bows down to Fioria, trying to throw her whole body out.

There is no longer any style left there when you named yourself "Demon King of the Night".

"I don't know, it"

But cold, Fioria slashes away.

"I wonder how much your cheap apology is worth.... than that, see, no counterattack yet? I'll keep you irresistible for once or so. Don't you have a demon? Don't you turn into fog or bat? Or is it possible to regenerate both legs? It's night time, so be more serious."

"Uh-huh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

Along with the screaming of a rash, while imperfect, both feet of Dmitri are reconstituted.

To Fioria, I jumped.

"That's fine. … I will return you to heaven without leaving any dust."

Smiling Fioria.

"-" Heavenly Drive Light Wings (Oracle) "

It's top light magic knitted by Fioria.

Materialized light is wrapped as a wing, which exerts the effect of integrated attack.

The light wings blink, from both sides, so that they hold Dmitri, pinching him.

"Ah... oh, hey...!

Finally, the vampire Dmitri vanished forever more than on this earth.

After completing his vampire exorcism, Fioria visited the village that had been damaged.

As they receive the hospitality, they heal people's illnesses and descend the mountain by telling them that Protestantism will be born.

Immediately after that, an urgent alert enters her.

- Pope Howl III, together with the Union of Nations, enlisted.

If that's all, it's just Fioria's plan.

But one thing happens unexpectedly.

Holy relics,

It is a miracle that God did on earth.

The Holy Grail, for example.

The Duke of Canossa previously owned the cakera, but the owner said he could follow the archangel and manipulate it as he wished.

Or "Holy Spear".

Those who hold it say they will gain equal power to hold the hegemony of the world.

And the Holy Sword.

Those in possession of it became immortal beings and said they could freely exercise the power of divine punishment.

All of them were supposedly lost in the Black Forest in a battle 2,000 years ago, but the reality is suspicious.

But...

"The Sacred Sword was discovered?

"We don't know the details, but it looks like they were transported to the Holy City of Millenia the other day. And he said to the user," I chose Howl III. "

"Yeah."

Following Rex's report, Fioria broke her mouth.

"- If the power of the Sacred Sword is as inherited, it seems like things are going to get interesting."

"By the way, lady, I have another report for you about Howl III."

"Can I help you?

"He seems to be tense with the Holy Sword in his hand, which has changed his title and name to something new."

"Tell me."

"Superior Emperor Howl 3000," he said.

"…… That's cool."

"Where is it!?