"It's getting a little uneven."
"Yes, isn't it?
That's what I gave back to Samuel. [M]
... I wouldn't say that first because of his personality, but I was prepared to say something similar to "I'm done".
Probably along the sea, some tide-smelling warehouse or some kind of basement from somewhere - like a safehouse that would be used for work in the bandits of "The Sky Man"?
In the light of the Signs, I'm the one surrounding the table, Samuel, who looks a lot tired, and Lunaria.
Until recently, Samuel's maid - the woman with the blue hair - was there, but when she touched the "Word of Light" and lit the light, she left.
I also saw a scene the other day where she handles Signs.
Seeing how handy Mana's convergence is, even if she doesn't say it's top notch, she has quite the magic in mind.
"It hasn't gotten completely bad. I'm sure it's becoming a situation.
I don't know how long you were going to sleep, but now it's before dawn, not half a day after you fell. Rumors are complicated and still confused everywhere. "
"…………………… that? Was it to that extent?
I was a little surprised by the amount of time I spent oversleeping.
This much damage was done to the boulder, and the curse, poison, etc. had been punched in enough to freak me out in retrospect now.
That curse and poison, lethal amount conversion gives me a little bit of a glimpse of how many dozens, if any, will be for hundreds of people.
There is also intense curse retention and disturbance of the pulse due to dragon possession.
In view of the limitations of restoring him with prayer, he had been in a coma for quite a while.
That's what I was thinking. [M]
"Oh. Raz...... my maid also saw that if I had gotten my mana flow guzzled over by poison and curses and scratches, I wouldn't have woken up for at least a few days, or longer"
"I was going to go along with it, but..."
"But now that I'm awake, it means something's happened."
Is it a prayer? Or magic?
What kind of manifold did Mr. Samuel use?
"No, I didn't use anything."
"To."
"How can I get up now, you"
"…… to?
Seeing something strange made me feel like a pocan. [M]
Though I accidentally turn my attention to Lunaria,
"…… I didn't do anything, either."
"I haven't had an enthusiastic nurse."
"Ugh, you're so loud. Not if that's what you're saying."
"No, no, the power of love is also a possibility…………………"
"If love can heal poisons and curses, doctors and clerics can do business."
Mr. Samuel in a teasing tone and Lunaria waving in the dark.
Looking at this, it really doesn't seem like we both have a heart.
So, there's no way Valakhiaka is going to do such a thoughtful putting souvenir - and I try to think with my hands on my mouth.
And then I realized.
- tangled in the hand, burn marks.
That 'medal'. The fiery arm of the Mother Earth was slightly feverish.
The memories of a young day flash through the back of my brain.
And of that Winter Solstice showdown, the Word of the Immortal.
- Is that body, most of it Holy Cake!?
Every day, Marie prayed, gave, and gave me communion (bread) with pain.
I grew up eating communion, and I've been working out that body with Brad and my dad.
"……… Ah."
I know why I got up.
This was, or should have been, the time to lose.
Just a little bit, if something wasn't meshing - just a little bit, if you missed something.
I fell asleep for a long time. It was supposed to give the enemy time to look down and end up stigmatized.
I lay my eyes down just a little and offer my gratitude to God of Lightning for his relentless beating up.
She smiles slightly.
... Even with the help of the dragon, I tried not to change.
Ever since, like when I was with them, I've been praying, eating, working out.
So still, I can get up. Take it back.
"You got up so early."
It was supposed to be lost. I didn't have to lose any precious time.
"... because I ate bread every day and worked out properly."
I laughed heartily, telling the truth. [M]
Somewhere Marie and Brad smiled at me.
"Bread......?
……
Mr. Samuel and Lunaria lean their heads in doubt.
"Holy muscles are invincible."
I joked and laughed.
- Strengthened muscular violence generally solves the problem.
I knew Brad was right.
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The time now is before dawn. Almost half a day has passed since I broke out in the evening.
It seems that the disturbances and destruction caused by the demons and accelerated by Varakhiaka naturally became massive disturbances.
The knights and cleric warriors are still rushing around to protect and treat those who have been injured or destroyed their homes.
Temples and public facilities are rough on their acceptance.
Even the castle's minister of Bunwu hastily climbed the castle to handle it.
The comfort of the people, Etosetra, Etosetra, including measures to remove debris, strengthen the security of vital facilities, hunt out the remnants of the demons, riots, etc. - much to do.
Then,
"You... are a dragon raging, but naturally it is a rumor"
Flaming wings, wind claws. I have golden eyes, demon.
The terrible destruction of "something" has naturally been witnessed many times and has become a narrative grass.
"But at this stage, the story is a lot more complicated.
I'm moving a trustworthy hand into an investigation, whether or not there's talk of 'resembling a holy knight', is that the superior demon who was fighting 'The Sky One'? It's like, "
I am also convinced that it will not be decided immediately. The population of the capital is large.
In it, the number of people who witnessed that battle would be no big deal at all in terms of ratio.
What's more, there are even fewer people who can see me in that state and immediately understand what it is.
Neither the superior demon nor the dragon can change from a very normal living human being to a "horrible thing that can kill itself in an instant".
It's just...
"As for the rumors around it, the devil's side is spreading them quickly, I thought.
If you ask me from the front, I can't escape any more than I have a position, and I can't escape because I won't lie. "
It's hard to think that the devils won't use it if they do.
Mr. Samuel nods back as well.
"Oh. As for the devil's side, I think I'd like to take a good story with me. Conveniently," The End of the Holy Knight "is a good opponent.
At the very least, the Holy Knight would be stripped of its position, the development of the South would be cut off, and it would be easier to operate on its home continent, the Southern Frontier. But... "
Mr. Samuel tricked him into gently shrugging his neck.
"Those men who mobilized for your assassination, they were killed by the evil dragon sama after they tried to break even paper scum."
Even for the devil, it is a completely unexpected thing and an unexpected loss.
Even if you knew the situation quite well, you would not have any prior manipulation, so there are limits to moving quickly.
"The devil is turning, what about Maynard Precinct?
"All the more so. They're going to destroy everything in the precinct."
In front of the clerics, there's no way they can get physical, and Mr. Samuel said he's been busily killed.
"He's just not stupid either." Something about the violent human form looked like the Holy Knight, "he told me to rush for confirmation.
Perhaps there is also an intention to create a rumored basement. It was carried out by the envoy of the inquiry in a conspicuous manner under His Highness Ethel.
His Royal Highness replied at the moment that he was out of touch with the Holy Knight, appeared to have been involved in the incident, and refrained from imitating rumors that would confuse the people. "
"Is the interaction in that area a sure story?
"As for the movement inside the temple, it hit Cecilia. After I secured you, I sent a trustworthy message to your Highness."
If so, it can be considered certain.
"I mean - is my social position or honor in a few more days?"
"Don't be."
Specular, the "General" demon who became precinct chief, would move from an early stage to a picket.
In fact, wet clothes, that doesn't mean anything. If that happens, there is little chance of fighting me. [M]
"Well, I also secretly told His Highness that I was securing you..."
As Mr. Samuel spoke all the way around it, the door opened.
It was the maid with the blue hair who left earlier.
With both his arms, he flatters an elongated cloth wrap and offers it to me.
"One thing, they asked me to deliver and tell them."
"Delivery?
"Yeah. - Open it."
When told and received the wrapping, the weight of the scratchy metal.
The weight alone made me understand what it was.
When I opened the package - it was just that, the room filled with warm light.
Boneless black sheath.
In contrast, a golden violin paints a graceful curve.
A golden pattern with a rough touch.
- "What Dawn Calls (Caldun)".
"There's one word."
Take a breath.
"Go wild as you please, and I'll try to clean up later."
Too many words made me laugh a little bit.
Your Highness seems to understand a lot about me.
"So, shall we go rampage?"
"Well, that's the only way to get it back from this situation."
I just snorted.
"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?
Lunaria told us to panic. [M]
I can't keep up with my understanding.
"Oh, my God, hey."
"Yeah, well………………."
We said, with our voices together.
"" Involvement ""
To reach this stage, there are no more options to choose from.
Whatever the risk, but before they make any extra moves, they just step into the Vault Temple and jump the neck of that shaped demon.
When I say it has to be top priority, there is nothing else.
"The devil is turning into a superior cleric and entering the temple. That's the biggest problem."
"Anything else is in the end, you just have to think about it later. - Even I suck, if my life stays, even if I'm socially ruined, I can handle it."
Now there is still a chance that I can step in and cut my neck off.
Though I couldn't move because I thought too much about my position and all the social stuff that was extra.
It was established that if you let go of me now, my position or something like that would be over.
- I mean, you don't have to worry about that extra stuff anymore.
Just follow your conscience and God and act optimally in the shortest possible time.
Then, well, the latter thing is the latter.
There is no way to get the appropriate amputation.
"It was too far-fetched for me to think. I shouldn't have thought too much about it, and I should have done it from the beginning."
"Totally agree"
Because it's an urban area, I looked at the risks too heavily.
That's why they took the lead.
I have a lot of reflection - and so on.
"You guys..."
Lunaria looked at us with a hard eye.
"? What is it?"
"Did I say something weird?
When you lean your neck unexpectedly,
"What, are you crazy about blood? Are all warriors like that? Not too clean?
She narrows her eyes as if she was frightened.
Put your hand on your forehead so you can get a headache, and then, think about it for a second.
Exhale slowly, suck, as you squeeze something out of your mind.
"…… I have a few thoughts"
She looked at me with a sincere look.
Purple garden colors and golden eyes are staring at me.
"Will. - You helped me. He gave me a warm word.
Bearing that in mind, I betrayed you, annoyed you, and put my foot together……… "
Though I don't think I can just give that back.
Saying so, she bit her lip.
"However, there may be a slightly better procedure than going straight to the devil to slash him. It could be crafty, it could be some kind of craftsman."
Somewhere with fear and a worried complexion.
"Trust, though it may not be possible..."
"I trust you. - We're friends, aren't we?
I immediately said so. [M]
Her eyes opened and her lips trembled.
Then, bitter laughter.
"……… I'm really worried about you."
"Menel... another friend often tells me that. Oh, but I wonder what would happen if that measure didn't carry the end well."
"Wouldn't that be a good time to be slashed normally then? Mischief, you're not the only one in trouble for failing."
It was a very clear answer.
"Then let's do it."
Me and Mr. Samuel nodded at each other.