Reincarnation of the Sword Master

75. Who do you worship (1)

The destination was decided, but it was not a direct distance. I had to prepare step by step and leave.

[Hmm. That's interesting.]

While walking to find the village, I asked if I was curious about the black Motorola god. The sword murmured to find it interesting when Asher answered from the point of knowledge.

It's a strange god. You're so devoted to human beings.]

The God of Motorola lost his power in this world in exchange for giving out properties and power to his followers. It seems different now, but it was at least 40 years ago. It was unusual for a god.

"That doesn't mean you're good."

Mariana was more of an evil spirit.

It's still unique. Most people use humans as their puppets. Regardless of good and evil, if there were faiths, they would give us the divine power. It's definitely unusual for a bunch of crazy people like that.

"You must know quite well about God."

[Because I've been dealing with him so much]]

The sword shivered as if its teeth were shaking. I don't have a proper memory, but it seems to have a vague idea.

They think of the gods, of humans, only as increasing their own power. The stronger he was, the stronger he was. And humans also give faith in the good. What a pity!]

The sword kicked its tongue.

You don't even believe in God.]

"No way."

He was not interested in faith. On the contrary, it could have been said that it is part of the axis that hates God.

"I know what they're like."

I have experienced many things, both directly and indirectly. I wasn't interested at first, but the more we met, the more distance we kept.

That's good to hear me out.]

"Would you believe me if I were you in a situation like this?”

[That's true]]

God was after him. There was only a question.

"What about the other gods?"

The god of Motorola, Mariana, was after him. Then what about the other gods? Will I antagonize him? Or would he be indifferent?

The question was not answered until the person involved or the God was seen in person.

Asher continued to move, and at that moment the bushes beside the road split.

Booth.

A woman appeared through the split bushes. Looks more like a girl than a girl. His eyes were wide-eyed in a disheveled white dress.

[What, what.]

“…….”

The girl looked at Asher without a word. Then he walked slowly and held Asher's hand.

"…can you help me?"

***

"So to put it together."

Asher set the bonfire.

"The bandits are taking the people nearby and enslaving them?"

"Yes."

The pure white girl nodded on the bonfire.

"Several farmers are enslaved. I need your help."

"What about the guards?"

"The bandit is so large that even nearby guards can't move around. Most of all, it's impossible to call help nearby because they're more likely to notice and risk the hostages if they move around."

"Hmm."

simple peasants They definitely need help. But Asher was lukewarm about it.

"I don't think you need any help."

Asher knew who this girl was. I've never seen a girl before, but that dress was for only one person in the world.

"You are the Holy Lady of the Sun God. I don't think it's a matter of course.

Religion that most people in the world believe and follow. The empire was a human country, so it was a powerful church in other kingdoms.

The girl in front of me was the only divine user in the church.

A saint who overpowered even the Ma tribe would never be beaten by a bandit.

The girl spoke calmly without changing her expression.

"Of course they do, but they're holding the peasants hostage. I try to kill him as soon as I show signs of moving."

"What about the knights who follow you?"

From generation to generation, there was a group of knights who followed the saint of the sun god. With only the children of the aristocrats who believe in the sun god, their skills are not good, but they are better than none.

"They are."

The saint spoke in a derisive derision.

"They left for their work. I'm the only one who can save the farmers."

The saint bowed her head.

"So can you help me? You were traveling alone in this tough world. I'm sure he's got a lot of force. I'll give you as many examples as I can."

“…….”

Asher slowly opened her mouth.

"Okay."

There was no reason to refuse. He wanted to get rid of the slave traders.

"…Thank you!"

The saint smiled brightly.

"Oh, it's no good you didn't even say your name for help. It's my first time introducing you. I am the Virgin of the Sun, Vercia."

Berchia smiled.

"Please take good care of me for a while."

***

"The thieves' home is in this forest. Follow me."

The saint led the way into the forest. The divine power would open the way at once, but he pushed the bushes with his hands and teased his feet.

Asher followed and stared at the back of Berchia.

The god of the sun. What about him?

Motorola was after him. Then, what about the sun god?

The largest religious group in the world. It would have been quite troublesome if they were hostile.

"We've arrived."

The saint held her breath and lowered herself. A cave was seen through the bushes. There were two bandits standing guard before him.

"How many bandits are there?"

"About forty. The number of hostages is 10. We have to be careful because we're armed."

"40?"

There was a large number for bandits. Furthermore, armed forces were of comparable quality to those of the Empire. Bandits were not armed to be equipped with.

Slave.

In the past, they were similar when they met on their way to the capital. They said they were slaves but headed for the capital. What does it have to do with them?

"I don't know what to do here. We need to ensure the safety of the hostages, but what the hell should we do....”

"Simple."

"…simple?”

Berchia opened her eyes round like a rabbit.k. Asher took out a dagger from the wrist guard.

"Bercia is a saint. You can use your divine power."

"However, extensive or fine-tuning is difficult. If you write it, you'll also be in the range and be affected."

"That's all right."

What he was trying to do now was the way he used to do in the past when such hostages were caught. At that time, he was a saint, not a saint, and there was another hero in his place, but now he was also possible.

"If you go inside and all humans come within the range, you can sit down and write. I'll take care of the rest."

"Ha, but maybe you can't stand it. If that happens....”

Berchia bit her lips and continued with shaking eyes. Asher put her hand on Berchia's shoulder.

"That's all right. It won't happen."

“…….”

Berchia's words stopped talking. She looked up at Asher with shaky eyes.

"…that's great.”

"What are you saying all of a sudden?"

Asher laughed at the unexpected remark, but Berchia shook her head with a bitter face.

"It's great to have confidence in yourself like that. There are people in the world who are in a place where everyone admires them, but believe nothing."

Berchia murmured in a self-help way. Asher did not answer. She closed her eyes quietly and opened them as if determined.

"Okay, I'll bet on myself and trust you. Before that."

Berchia put her hands together. The sun and bright light gathered there.

"I'll give you the grace. May you be stronger, stronger."

Berchia closed her eyes and prayed.

"God bless you."

The holy light escaped from Berchia and surrounded Asher's body. And as soon as I tried to dig in, the black sword on my waist wiggled.

"…huh?"

The light that was about to dig into Asher turned on its orbit and began to enter the black sword. All the light was engulfed while Berchia was embarrassed. The black sword screamed as if it felt good.

***

Is this sacred?]

"Come on, hold on."

Berchia shone once again. The sacred light surrounded Asher, and was sucked back into the black sword.

"…what the hell is going on?”

"Well."

Asher was unexpected. I knew the black sword, the sword of hero murder, devoured what the hero had.

But why divine?

"Can you give me the sword for a moment?"

"If you want."

Asher handed the sword to Vercia. Berchia touched the sword and closed her eyes.

Keying.

Light is in my hand. A high concentration of divinity, which can revive dozens of seriously wounded and boost the physical abilities of ordinary farmers to match articles.

The whole thing fell into the black sword. Berchia took her hand off the sword.

"…I don't believe it, but this sword devours divine power. It looks like a magical sword, but I don't know how."

Berchia smoothed the sword with her sunken eyes. Asher stepped back slightly.

It's not good.

a divinity sword For those who believe in God and follow him, it was nothing more than profanity. It was not strange to try to shoot the sword and drag Asher to blasphemy.

Berchia, who was stroking the sword, sighed as if she had decided to, and stuck out the sword.

"This is your stuff. Take it."

“…….”

Asher accepted the sword without a word. Berchia shook her head.

"I don't know what's going on, but you have a reason to have it. I don't want to be reckless with my faith."

"In that case.”

Usually there are a lot of saints and saints, but she's fine. I like it.]

"Unfortunately, as long as you have the sword, I don't think my strength will work. You'd better leave it here."

"Okay."

Asher put the black sword on the floor. The sword growled as if it didn't want to fall, but it has no hands or feet. The sword lay gently on the floor.

"Let's just go like this."

"But…."

"That's all right."

There is no need for divine power. It wasn't the way I liked it in the first place.

"Then."

There was no reason to hesitate. Asher immediately flew away and ran to the bandits who stood guard. The chatty bandits saw Asher and hurriedly took out their weapons.

"Come on!"

Asher's hand moves, and the bandits fall. He pulled out a dagger from the neck.

"Come this way, please."

"Yes."

Berchia walked past the body with a calm face to Asher. Asher quietly went into the cave. Only the retina quietly enveloped them.

I think I walked for about five or six minutes. After the passage, the thieves were seen.

[Are these bandits?]

asked the sword in a curious tone.

The thieves were as shabby as thieves. Leather armor and full plate armour that is all done with the radish. Dozens of weapons were laid in turn. There were more than five large stone palaces that were not easily solved in the market.

The movements of the bandits were also clearly organized, not a bunch of misgivings here and there. Silence reigned in the cave, without the usual gossip or buzz.