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

The Fourteenth Holy Crusader (Crusaders) by Pope Fioria was a turning point in history in many ways.

Magic Guided Small Gun put into action.

The 4500 members of the Duke of Florence's army tried to destroy roughly 50,000 demons without causing any single damage.

It was an unprecedented feat, and the heads of state froze before the overwhelming performance of the Magic Gun.

The extinction of the black forest.

For the people of the Belgian continent, a black forest was a symbol of fear itself.

It is the habitat of the demons, and it is not surprising that once a major outbreak (stampede) occurs, two countries will perish.

But thanks to Fioria, the threat disappeared.

- "Staff of Implication and Divine Punishment (Armageddon)".

A meteor pouring down from heaven purifies the black forest.

There is no longer a demonic nest there.

A calm and quiet plain stretches everywhere and everywhere.

The people of the Belgian continent were finally freed from the natural enemy of demons.

It is the first feat since history, no, even before history.

This achievement alone can be considered a hero to be forever inscribed in human history, but she has accomplished an even greater feat.

Crusade for the Evil God flag.

Fioria tried to defeat the Black Dragon by herself when she woke up and destroyed everything in the world.

Clashes of light and darkness.

It was yet a reproduction of the myth of Genesis, and the activity that jumped across the human boundaries enthused all the people of the Belgian continent.

When Fioria returned to the new Pontifical Agency, many people, young and old from all over the continent, noble and lowly, said they packed it in an attempt to see her at first sight.

"... you've been out of your reach for a while. You are."

"I think too much. I do have more titles, but my fundamentals haven't changed. Vincent."

Continental history January 1097.

Some time after the beginning of the year, Fioria was visiting Vincent.

It is not an official meeting.

Tristana, capital of the Kingdom of Tristan.

West of the palace, in a garden of memories where we spent our childhood together, the two spoke slowly.

"How are the nobles moving?

"I'm calm. You think I have Fioria behind me... They consign to us on their own, so we don't hesitate to reform them."

"That's more than anything. I expect that from you, Vincent. Be a fine king.... By the way, how about it's time to welcome the Lady? No inheritance would be a problem."

"... you say a lot tough things."

Vincent smiling bitterly.

To be honest, I still couldn't heal my broken heart wound.

Every time I see him, my chest hurts and I feel like I'm going to rip him off.

Vincent asks back as he tries to hide the untrained against Fioria.

"What about you, Fioria? The establishment of Protestantism must have come to a close. You're not supposed to be forbidden to marry a priest, but are you willing to be single for the rest of your life?

"Right..."

Fioria to be a thought face.

As Vincent, I can't help but (...) kick (...) kick (...) what answers will come back.

I can imagine.

The Pontifical Agency of Monad Protestantism is located in the city of Bolt. Within the realm of the Kingdom of Tristan.

If so, strengthening relations between Monad Protestantism and the Kingdom of Tristan is mandatory.

Against that background, isn't there also a future in which you and Fioria are united………?

"It's the same thing I tend to dream about, Vincent"

Fioria twinkles as if she saw through this idea.

But the tone was not reprehensible, but rather, full of tolerance.

The expression is soft, smiling mercifully.

"I like the way you are. Given the current situation on the continent, your marriage is not such a bad story. Think about it."

"…… Ah, oh."

Nodding, Vincent feels uncomfortable.

Isn't it a woman named Fioria Di Florence who kicks ass here saying, "If you want me, take it"?

Looking back, I also feel that Fioria's waist has become somewhere more calm than ever before.

You mean more inclusiveness, or what?

- Vincent wasn't the only one who had doubts.

For example, Graham, his father.

"Father, I'd like to begin printing the Bible on my territory."

"... han"

"I thought I'd say so, so I've prepared some materials. May I? The economic effect of dealing with Scripture in our territory is..."

"Wait, Fioria."

"I wonder."

"Well, yeah."

"Yes."

"Don't you crush the apple? I'm always looking forward to it. Instead, I refuse without meaning to see it."

"The fruit must be pathetic."

"Right. That is the truth. But..."

Not enough.

With some subtlety, it was Graham agreeing with the biblical printing industry.

Or Lex, the butler.

"Would you like some tea today, lady?"

"That's delicious. This is no compliment.... Hey Lex, you, why don't you take a vacation from time to time?

"Do you want me to leave the lady alone?"

"You'll get tired of just sticking around on me all the time during four or six. Besides, you should go home. You wonder what's going on in the orphanage?

"That's, well"

"Then go. It's important to warm up your old relationship."

"… Thank you very much."

I was just wondering how my old friends were doing, and speaking of boats on the crossing, boats on the crossing.

Had it been Fioria so far, however, I would not have advised her to take a strong vacation so far.

"What the hell happened?"

and ask your dog (Fenrir?) Moffmoff,

"It's gonna be easy."

The answer came back lightly and confidently.

"In his battle with the evil gods, his master let him use the darkness as well as the light. In other words, he admitted that people were weak.

By combining both light and darkness, it is not just the flag that made people (...) into (...). "

The Evil God Fragtal is also known as the root of darkness, but at the end of the day he awoke to the power of light and was reincarnated into man.

Something similar might have happened to Fioria.

"Nevertheless, your husband is your husband. For me, I'm not turning into a loving person to protect. You too, Lexor."

"…… right. I had no idea you were going to tell me."

"This is still my wife's belt. I'm going to have a lot more experience in life than you."

Phew, and a nozzling moff-moff.

By the way, I do look great, but my wife Remlis can't get her head up.

In other words, the struggle of the flag was never in vain.

His battle, as a result, only slightly sweetened Fioria.

What will this little change do?

And whosoever knoweth it, there is no place yet.