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

Beatrice the Witch lost her life before the Staff of Divine Punishment fell.

His soul will be dedicated to the Evil God, and he will never return to earth again.

"You won, your husband."

"…… I wonder."

To Moffmoff's words, but Fioria shakes her head (wears it).

"At the end of the day, Beatrice ran away. Speaking of winning, you won, but you're far from a complete victory. - Moffmoff. I'm a very greedy woman."

"What are you going to do, your husband?"

"Guess what."

The Devil's Sword was rolling at his feet.

Despite the fact that the Staff of Divine Punishment struck directly, it did not engrave a single imperfection.

It still drifts black mist, eroding the space around it.

Fioria took the Devil's Sword.

As soon as that happens, the dark magic power swells up as if it were a cannibalism.

"If you don't want to disappear from this world, follow me"

but.

With just one glance, The Devil's Sword can pull in magic as if it had been constricted.

He's shivering when he's shuddered, maybe he's scared of Fioria.

"Yes, good boy."

With a thin fingertip, slowly stroke the "Devil's Sword" blade.

Kind, gentle, as if to have mercy on a throwaway dog.

"Yeah, I see."

Eventually Fioria nodded as if she had convinced herself of something.

"That child, you were going to give your soul and summon the evil god."

"What...!

It was Moffmoff who gave me a startling look next door.

Legends about evil gods have long since ceased...... only human stories.

The demons are still well conveyed today, and naturally, Mohmov knew about the evil gods.

Evil god flagtals.

Make it the brother of Mona the Creator, the root of darkness.

My brother, God, was extremely unfriendly, and every time Mona created the world, she destroyed Morinawa.

Although we are now in deep sleep, this world will also come to an end if we wake up.

Mohmov is wary.

What the hell is Beatrice thinking?

However much to beat your husband, it is not a sane shack such as summoning evil gods.

"You're going to involve the whole world in your own resentment! There will be enough to not choose the means, you witch!

"Take it easy, Moffmoff. You should praise Beatrice here."

In contrast to Moffmoff, who exposes his anger, Fioria was badly happy to open her mouth.

"I don't know what that means, your husband. Where in the witch is there an element of praise"

"That kid didn't give up winning until the end. Seriously, I tried to fight with all my might, no matter what. It's not great. - It just pulls me back into the woods for 300 years to raise resentment against the church. No action at all for revenge. I can't wake you. I don't have the guts to wake you. Such an unwilling loser has challenged me with courage. You don't have to bless this, what the hell am I supposed to bless?

Fioria's prediction was 8: 2.

The witch Beatrice is 80% likely to escape.

The odds of coming up against me, at best, about 20%?

But that seems to have been an understatement.

If you try riding into the Black Forest, the result is this.

Making the most of the period of two months, Beatrice was ready to fight.

Great Occurrence (Stampede), Demon Sword, Summoning Evil God...

"If you are (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), I am truly delighted, Beatrice. … but unfortunately. With your soul and the power of the Devil's Sword, there's just a few more steps left to manifest the Evil God. If I'd given him a respite for another three days or so, he'd have succeeded in his summons."

"You were at a critical point…………."

Ugh, and a sigh of relief, Moffmoff.

But after the last two seconds, I'm stuck breathing in surprise this time.

Because...

"If I had three more days, I might have won. You wouldn't be convinced of this defeat without such thoughtlessness, would you? I'm not happy with this ending either. - It's a matter of unanimity of interest, and let me give you a hand."

"No way...... eh! Don't do it, your husband! Are you insane!?

"You said that earlier, didn't you? I'm greedy. Ko (...) n (...) na (...) win (...) profit (...) is (...) chi (...) food (...) na (...) y (...). Then I'll flip the plate. But I'll let you get the complete victory in the form you want."

The Devil's Sword starts vibrating hard.

It was infused with magic from Fioria and began to cause a sudden rise in output -.

Difference between Fioria and Beatrice.

Both were in conflict with the Pope at the time when she was a Virgin.

Fioria made allies inside the Pontifical Agency, sometimes negotiating forcefully on Tate the Staff of Divine Punishment, preventing the Pope from behaving at will.

So what about Beatrice?

My duty as Virgin was fulfilled.

Heal the sick and defeat them with the Staff of Divine Punishment if a mighty demon appears.

But I haven't done anything more.

It does not increase the number of sympathies within the Pontifical Agency, nor does it make the Staff of Divine Punishment a tool for negotiation.

The same Virgin, yet utterly different in words and deeds.

It was this difference that separated Fioria from Beatrice's light and darkness -.

During the battle, Fioria poked at it.

Because if someone argues Beatrice directly from the front, her resentment will not clear up...

But on the other hand, this is what I think.

"I'm only an exception, a rare case."

Normally, I would just move on to my responsibilities as a Virgin.

I don't do political work inside the papal administration, let alone intimidation with the Staff of Divine Punishment.

I am much more aware of the Virgin than any other, but I will be crushed by the power of the Pope.

This is not limited to the old church.

The world is tough on goodness anyway.

Pulled by the clever evil, he is easily sunk into the sludge of humiliation.

Too little in return for justice, Beatrice is a good example.

As a result of blaming the Pope for his depravity, he was treated heretically by a dirty ploy and pushed to the brink of execution.

"I understand your thoughtlessness, Beatrice.... That's why I want you to start over again."

The old church fell.

The world is changing. I'll change it.

It's like you can live with your breasts up as the Virgin.

Like a good man as a good man, never threatened by crappy evil.

Like being able to walk in the sun again, whatever its shape, even if it dyed its hands in evil.

I hope from the bottom of my heart that I want to create such a world.

What if a normal person could talk about this?

Must be abandoned as a childish idealism.

But she is, Fioria di Florence.

She is an unprecedented Duke's Lady, also known as the Golden Goddess.

"I'm sure that's why people like me were born."

I am already aware that I am out of standard.

I am not going to be excessively proud of that, nor am I going to mourn it excessively.

Whoever has it should accomplish something with that great power.

On behalf of those who do not have it, we must change the world in the right direction in order to reduce even one of the people's mournings.

That is the righteousness of the high (knob) noble (Les Obrees) affair (Ju), which became Fioria.

Hence...

"It's against my doctrine to let you die like this."

As much as I've instigated Annerose to serve poison, well, I forgive you with a wide heart.

I have no intention of blaming Howl III for giving him the Holy Sword, or for burning alliances of nations. Something that was convenient for me.

Though there are some aftersins, please make amends in the next life.

I can also redeem myself while redoing my life.

Isn't that the best two birds with one stone?

"I will definitely take your soul back.... I command you in the name of the golden goddess. Evil God, kneel before me. Give the soul of Beatrice."

Fioria waves down The Devil's Sword.

The slaughter unleashed with the largest output ever distorted space-time and tore the world itself deep, sharp and mutilated.

In the void, a crack of polar black is engraved.

Beyond the crack there was an abyss to be called the back of the world.

――――…… ――――

Darkness that can't even reach the sun's rays.

There is something in it.

What you hear is an ultrasonic, twitchy, strange roar.

A pair of red eyes, flickering and somewhere reluctantly throwing his gaze at me.

"Is this the evil god………?

Fioria tilts her neck.

I know the nickname "Root of Darkness” or “Destroyer of Morula", but it doesn't fit that image.

One thing that lacks majesty, or that it doesn't look like an evil god?

He even looked rather frightened.

―――― ――――…………

The voice is slightly more nuanced, as if it were stubborn.

I don't think so, but are you begging for your life?

"Impossible."

Fioria decides so.

Because I'm human.

There's no way the evil gods are afraid of human beings, is there?

"Either way, I'll have Beatrice's soul back. Ask them to come out of the hole first. - Go."

When Fioria commanded, behind it, the angels danced the great sky.

Wings are feathered, lined up, and entered into the crack.

To drag the evil gods to this side.