The Judgment of the Thunder God, Devine Judgment, by Vault, who presides over order.
That is, indeed, a wonderful miracle.
Judging every lie and falsehood, the protection of the righteous God.
"The Holy Knight is a clean man. I'm not guilty."
But the truth is, that's not absolute.
Gus and others used to only look stubborn in classes in the city of the dead, but talk funny.
Vault's prayer of judgment has a way out (...).
"Believe me, gentlemen! I have been subjected to the miracle of the God of Judgment and I hereby declare!
Lunaria screams.
When you look around and you wave and gather the gaze of the evacuees and clerics around you, put your hand on its chest.
With all your thoughts and tears - make it look like it.
"The Holy Knight has fallen! That demon who burned the city is something that looked like him (...)!"
It was uttered, it was certainly not a contradictory word.
... Repeatedly, there is a way out of Vault's prayer of judgment.
For example, a trial in which a certain village or a certain village contested which side of the border land belonged.
The man belonging to one village received a prayer of judgment, declaring, "I do stand on the soil of my village," but was not shot by lightning.
... the man was packing dirt from his village in his shoes.
A trial in which a woman, for example, accused a cleric by the name of Federico of culpability.
The woman declared, "I did see Federico mate with a female sheep," but was not shot by lightning.
... the woman named Federico to the male sheep who interacted with the female sheep.
Vault protection doesn't come to mind.
No matter how evil his heart was, he would not burn through his heart with thunder with it.
It is only a matter of judging whether or not the words of that person are inconsistent with subjective facts.
So you're misrepresenting a factual relationship, or you're mentally ill and you're possessed by strange beliefs that make you disagree with facts...
if we prepare again in this way the "subjective facts on which the Word is based," the judgment of the Thunder God, Devine Judgment, does not necessarily judge the speaker.
Regardless, apart from the fact that it is "possible" and the fact that it can be done well.
Many humans don't lie so well in life-threatening situations.
Many attempts to use this prayer with malice are cut back by suspects and clerics, stuck in words and burned to the heart.
In fact, there are also many such anecdotes in circulation.
So many of the people believe in the "righteousness" of The Thunder God's Judgment, Devine Judgment.
However, there are no examples where history has succeeded in falling into the wrong hands.
- Probably more if you include something later that you didn't expose and wasn't even on the record.
Such abuse of prayer is possible, to the detriment of the glory of God, says some clerics prayed and pleaded with Vault.
He wants me to judge you for the presence or absence of evil intentions, not facts.
But then Vault asked the clergyman the other way by showing him the revelation.
- If I identify everything and judge everything, what do you live for?
The cleric who made the plea understood.
It is only then that if the Vault God begins to extract everything by lowering The Wooden Spirit (Echo) to the capitals of nations, we will be nothing more than laying low and praying and praying and following.
… but there is no way that God would want it.
The righteous god Vault does not prescribe righteousness, good and evil.
This is evil, and I will not tell you to discuss it.
Show only differences between words and facts, and help the believers in the fight for good and justice they believe in.
"The Holy Knight was with me. In the fold, he was attacked by a bunch of demons who had their support around him. He took refuge in me, sustained many wounds, and lost consciousness."
- Though people believe in thunder gods, thunder gods also believe in people again.
And he shall judge righteously with his wisdom, and shall see goodness and righteousness, and shall change it from time to time.
"… and then! Um, the demon man who looked like the Holy Knight showed up!
That's why, yeah.
... To be honest, this is the throne of the gods, and what will the god of thunder look like?
Lunaria is now using her prayer path so well for the good and righteousness she believes in.
The people surrounding him bothered.
The demonized precinct chief's face grew paler and paler.
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"Oh, gentlemen. I have to confess here."
The tone of voice and voice drops slightly.
Along with that, the hustle and bustle slowly calm down.
- People are waiting for her words.
"Born in celestial solitude, selling flowers, and laughter, I needed money to live and sit down.
And on a late day, I was - tempted by an unknown saint to enter its nostalgia, and I was brought back to snort.
I will sit with you at the work of a lowly spy. Although. "
A fluttering smile as the flowers blossom.
Hands overlaid on the chest, as in prayer, or merciful of something important.
"But the Holy Knight treated me warmly, knowing it.
Distribute your heart to me, knowing that it was between you. Kind words, please. Please save the people close to you.
He softly warned me not to despise myself, even though I was a friend.
- It was a pleasure. I'm glad. I'm so glad. "
Then.
"That, and yet..."
Her knee slowly collapses.
Tears seeping into your eyes.
Trembling hands trace the line of the sneaky neck from the chest to the face slowly.
"Yet I betrayed him! Oh...... I led him into the midst of that trap, where the demons tried to kill him!
I was also aware that there might be something thin and unpleasant in my employer's shadow. While I was aware, I was looking away.
- It's not to be forgiven, she moans, it was already full of grief.
The slight blurring was a colour of sympathy.
Nobody pinches their mouth.
The temple, if you notice, was her private venue.
"The Holy Knight still didn't abandon me for being a fool.
To protect me and to protect all the good citizens, I was courageously confronted from the alley to the hordes of demons that emerged from my homes!
You must have received a few arrows. How many times have you been cursed, how many times have you been slashed? The Holy Knight was fought for all of it!
Hurt me many times, abandoning me would have made it easier, without it. Even, suffer the pain, keep standing - fight it out... "
She dominates the air in the field - but for just a moment, from between her fingers covering her face, she gives me a gaze of whether I can see it or not.
That's as if a bad boy were going to bring his best friend, a prank consultation, with signs that included a faint grin.
"And it was that terrible demon who appeared after the knight had lost consciousness"
I gave her my gaze, only for a moment.
Kind of makes me feel bad.
......... but only this time to Vault God, I just have to hope for your eye spill.
I thought so, and I laughed bitterly in my heart.
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know that a high-ranking demon can really become a human being?"
Precedent, not some kind of lie, just a general theory.
Lunaria breathes, softly, as she waves her last knife or loads a bullet.
And then...
"Ladies and gentlemen! I know (...) who that demon is (...)!"
Saying so, Lunaria stared straight at Maynard Precinct (...).
Nothing, nothing, nothing to say.
Mere eye movement. Just a single action.
But if you look at the gaze of fear, hatred, sadness, and all sorts of passion, what she's trying to say (...) is obvious.
She's the one who's accusing the precinct chief.
As such, they look like the people around them. I can see it.
"Hey..."
What looked like a maynard precinct chief blacks and whites his eyes and takes a step back.
For Specular, who turned into Precinct Manager, it would not have happened again.
Trying to kill me, forming a heavy assassination formation.
Where it was about to go well, it was eaten apart by uncertain elements such as dragons.
I was just trying to reconstruct the situation, and I'm about to get all those responsibilities scratched with a single tongue.
"Chi, no! No, this is Petten! It's some kind of conspiracy -!"
Though it sounds like a typical villain's escape, yeah.
- Not at all, you're right.
"The woman who will be is not a party......! It would be despicable! I don't know if you have deceived the Thunder God using any technique, but don't leave it up to you, woman, to speak in your own language!
You must have seen it difficult to chop up Lunaria.
Specular switches spears to me.
But that's a failure.
"Then, while you graduate, can you also give me a prayer of judgment?
"I don't mind."
Immediately suggesting, Cecilia, who had been static about the situation, grinned lightly and stood two fingers.
"- or it will be given to the heavenly throne, our Father."
With prayer sentences, fingers poked at your chest.
A bright light like lightning ran from its fingertips to my heart, and the phosphorescent light lit up.
The moment I accepted without resistance - in the back of my brain, my certainty was pounded intensely.
"You will not be allowed to lie more than this on the balance of the judgment of the Thunder God"
Really, if you lie, you die of heartburn.
That's what this is all about, a strange feeling I'm sure of if I realize it, not feel it.
It was as if I stood in court - even with a solemn sense of pressure to "tell the right thing" until horrible.
I'm even surprised that Lunaria used to take this stuff and oh it was a brilliant piece of acting.
But at the same time.
... I felt a sign that the god of judgment was laughing "I had no choice".
"Let's hear it, The End of the Holy Knight. - You attacked the city, and what you did, is yours?
"I feel heavily responsible for not being able to stop things."
Pick words quickly.
But don't let the specular pinch your words, be extremely loud and flow.
"But! I have never wanted a place to burn a city and make people suffer!!
Breathe in and scream loudly as it passes to all the crowd.
"And she's right -"
Even if I can't have a smoother tongue than her.
In one respect, I don't lie.
"There you are, what looked like a precinct chief is the devil!
Even I'm not that defeated by her.
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The air in the room was changing.
Even the cleric warriors of the escort are no longer a few minutes away from the faint and trembling "what looked like a maynard precinct mayor," staring at him with suspicion.
"No, no…………………"
People who make denials like bumps and squeaks at him, far-fetched.
He said he was a terrible demon, but I felt strange about why. [M]
When you fall for someone innocent, you must be stronger and feel this way.
... I was secretly determined not to do anything like this. [M]
It's just...
"If you say that there is some error in my words, you may also do so! If not, then it's easy for you to prove it! Repeating the watering theory won't start -"
I refuse to push you here.
There are no shards in the boulder that are willing to forgive me or the leader of the devil who came so relentlessly to kill me.
"I want you to take the Thunder God's Judgment, Devine Judgment, and just say one thing, 'I'm not the devil'!
When I scream like that, often, silence falls...
And he said, "Yes!" From somewhere, the familiar voice rose.
"The appeal was made! Respond!"
A shadow that screams that word and disappears softly into clutter.
... Mr. Samuel is a really good worker. Clever.
"…… Yes."
"Respond to the appeal!
"Respond!"
The blurring spreads.
Specular can't refuse anymore.
"… the Prefect?
Mr. Cecilia turns her gaze to the old man, who shudders when she shudders.
Now completely retreating, the Maynard Precinct Magistrate's demon shimmers his blood-running eyes with hatred.
Mississippi and began to transform their bodies into aliens.
An arm like a dead tree swells up so that your feet can play rubber.
Skin full of wrinkles goes to a strange texture like white clay.
... it was like a statue of distorted clay pinched by a child.
A severely twisted hook-clawed hand, a head large in distortion. That is a thin, long body in imbalance.
Originally, one vain dark ellipse just opens up where the nose and eye should be.
- The Demon of Plastics (Modeling Demon) Specular.
Lunaria took a breath.
The crowd often stares at it in dismay - screaming immediately afterwards.
"Back off."
I don't move as much as I think I do, with my whole body in constant dull pain. [M]
Like covering Lunaria, out front.
"Thank you, thanks to you for getting here."
"…… As sinful as it is, did it become?
"Enough"
With a slight smile, I re-grip the pattern of "What I Call Dawn" under my coat.
A specular finished with deformation sets up a hook and nail.
- Finally, the story is simpler.
Specular will try to get me out of here and lurk in the city again.
If you don't know where the demon that turns into a person is hissing in a large city with 10,000 units of population, that alone is devastating.
There is no doubt that in no time a suspicious demon will rule the streets and the witch-hunting act will be rampant.
But in order to do that, there are obstacles.
Specular is not foolish enough to turn his back on me and think that he can get away with it.
I know Samuel's on standby, and he's got to beat me to deal with it.
Put a blow in me and kill me, or at least make a gap and escape from it. Lurking.
Mr. Samuel's pursuit also pays back, switching people who turn into one after the other, plunging the capital into chaos.
- So now, what we need to do is simple.
Blunt pain all over your body. The joint hurts to be punched in with even lead thorns every time it moves.
But only consciousness was clear, as if immersed in a limp fountain.
Specular advances toward me with Lunaria on my back.
When I took a small step like a lure, the devil rolled out his claws.
If you dodge it, track through the Lunaria. Satanic thinking.
The "Word" cannot be used because the mana in the body is also unstable.
While the curse remains all over your body and blunt pain is running, you can't use agile motion more often.
- So you can only make a big move once.
Remove the golden sword with minimal motion and strike off the hook claws.
"- Huh!?
I used the recoil I struck down shortly afterwards, and also used the momentum of the opponent's thrust to smoothly snort my knee.
its flesh like rubber, but the Spirit Sword cleaved like butter.
"Gah!"
At that moment when the giant demon tries to fall, shaking the cobblestone...
The buckwheat and my coat jump.
- A glimmer of gold.
The devil's neck danced through the universe along with the shaken "What to Call at Dawn" trajectory.