A chapel overlooked by stained glass picturing the Virgin, with raging arguments rolling around.
"Shouldn't we run through the way out?
"But what are we going to do now that we've escaped? If the demon finds you, there's no point."
"Wouldn't it be dangerous to stay here?"
"You said the Marquis soldier would lose!?
"You didn't say that!
"Oh well... frightened..."
"If you want to escape, if you do. Yes."
"Hey, if we open the way out, they might break in the other way."
"So... if you run away, you just have to close it again"
"Well, if you do that, when you're in danger, can't you come back!
"Then you should stay here!
People of both status and honor fly each other tuba, stirred by the flames of a sense of crisis.
The servants who are evacuated to the chapel will see it and will not pinch their mouths.
Inside a castle protected by robust walls and tenacious soldiers. Holy place where the undead repel. And the way out when you have to.
Those who took refuge in the chapel in the castle (with the exception of slightly one) were anxious but optimistic somewhere in their heads that 'it would help them somehow if they stayed here'.
But somehow I could hear the sound of battle from close by, and I could hear the sound of something big breaking down, and everyone gradually darkened the color of anxiety.
Should we run, or should we not run?
No instructions, no guidance.
The knights, who had occasionally visited to fetch holy water until earlier, had also ceased to appear.
Catherine stared at such a contention from the corner of the chapel.
Catherine also had the idea that a crisis might be imminent, but she felt like she was no longer herself and the feeling of a crisis in her life was far away.
More than that, Catherine was obsessed with rebelling in her head about the strange events earlier.
Was that an illusion or something?
That can't be right.
Rene showed up here. And I tried to do (...) to Catherine.
Was it Rene's heart that Catherine saw at that moment? I'm sure it is. I don't know how that happened, but Catherine did see Rene's heart.
Catherine embraced so much resentment and sorrow as if it were her own that she could not hold it against herself.
I felt like a black flame wandering through a burning nightmare. My chest is stiff and tight. Feel that way.
"Yeah, I got it, I got it. Then how about this!
Catherine was only a little interested in what was happening in front of her, as the discussion broke, which seemed to last forever, and wandered through the nightmare as she awoke.
As I boiled my business, an old gentleman was on the move.
A wealthy merchant or a knight who has left the line. Deciding perfectly with his nightclub clothes, he had a brilliant head suspected of being a boiled egg bloodline.
"Come here, servants."
Several male servants in evacuation leave somewhere as he tells them to do, which he ordered greatly.
And they came right back. Kettle, bottle, anyway. Bring a variety of things with water in them, and start arranging them on the altar in front of the chapel according to the instructions of the man with the boiled egg head. I started holding it up to a big bottle enough to drag.
- Nobody stops...? So, is it good?
I generally know what you're doing, but assuming Catherine's guess is correct, this is a kind of dangerous bet.
"Um, what are you doing?
Catherine asked the man she was directing.
"Oh? It's holy water, I'm making holy water. The water dedicated to the altar becomes holy water by the protection of God.
Hang this and the undead will fall. With holy water it would be some safety to escape. "
"At once...... so much, so much?
"Well, I am. No matter how many there are, it's not enough. The knights might come back for holy water."
The altar was as lively as the grocery store had opened.
I assumed the man didn't think anything of it at all, and Catherine's blood caught on. Catherine, who was thinking about blurring and Rene, was suddenly drawn back to reality.
"Don't, don't!
"What?
Hey, that's rude. What kid are you!
"It doesn't matter!
The boiled egg-stained head man suddenly dyed his face bright red in disgust when Catherine stood still. Makes you feel octopus blood muscles as well as eggs.
"You don't seem to know how to talk to older men! It means you'll find out!
said the man in a yelling voice beating him with words.
It's loud enough for a little boy to cry out watching how things were going nearby.
But Catherine didn't move surprisingly herself. Because I was thrown in the middle of a really horrible battle first, and I saw something so obnoxious that I didn't want to recall earlier.
"Oh, not if we're talking about manners!
"It has something to do with it, fix it there! You didn't seem like you could put on a decent nanny! Instead I educate the young for the future of this country…"
The boiled egg man (or octopus man) also tried to say something under high pressure, but his yelling was forced to interrupt.
by the noisy noise of the chapel door kicking open.
The door was not blocked to make it easy for soldiers to get in and out.
A rotten night wind blows in.
Many and many in the darkness, the red light floated side by side.
"Holy water is something that collects and makes holy minds... too much at once weakens the holy minds around you... Your sister said..."
Blue, white, dry body, red, glowing eyes.
There's a crowd, obviously undead, out there.
The altar is the focal point (...) of this chapel.
It is the place where the flow of holy air drifting inside is tied together, and just placing water there breathes holy air and becomes holy water.
But that means that the holy spirit in the chapel is diminished only by the amount of holy air dissolved in the water.
If the undead shows up here, it doesn't work as well as I think the repellent effect of holy chi, and the continuous (slip) damage from the environment is severely weakened.
That, it was the worst time of the raid.
It would be fine and not made problematic if it was normal time where the sanctity was a little diminished, but to diminish the sanctity here and now is tantamount to throwing down a shield and taking off your armor.
Unlike the city's temples, which gather many priests and people's prayers, this is a chapel for castle owners. Even the amount of holy temper gathered is small.
"Yes, no, no, no, no!
"Hey, why are there demons here!?
Screaming, the neighborhood became a noise like poking a hive.
The undead pours in with the momentum of rage, jumping in turn from those nearby, and assembling themselves on the floor.
"Ghaaaaaa!!
Several undead jump to devour the whole body of the fallen, and stand their fangs, wherever they may be.
The victim, who died with a grunting cry... eventually rose up in a whisper. Like the rest of the undead, he glared red red, with a blue and white, dry complexion.
"Vampires...!
Inhale blood and increase companionship, abominable dark family. A very famous undead monster.
The lady who witnessed the vampire collapsed like she had a less anaemic shock, and remained the food of a herd of vampires.
As the number of victims continues to increase like flow work, everyone arrives at the altar to try to get away from the entrance to the chapel at all.
In inverse proportion to the frenzy, Catherine was feeling her heart quiet and calm like a frozen lake surface.
"Out of the way! Get out of the way!
The people gathered around the altar hang their hands on the deepest statues to keep the momentum intact.
There's a way out on the back of this statue.
Although he was predominantly an anxious face for his arm's strength: women, children, and the elderly, powerful male servants took on a strenuous job with all their weight.
But the movement of the statue of God is heavy.
"Quickly, make way!
"I don't know if it moves... this! Isn't it rusty!?
It looks like it has a mizo and wheels to move it, but both the mizo and wheels were rusty. I've never used it properly, even if there's a way out, and the maintenance is perfect.
This would not have easily broken in if an escape had been discovered, but if we were to use it, it would only be despair.
The idols move faster, the twitches and the undead come stuck.
"He's coming, he's coming!
"Get rid of it with this holy water..."
"I can't, there are too many enemies!
"Yeah, damn it!
And a boiled egg-headed man popped out of each other pressing around the statue.
When he kneels before the altar, he hangs his hand on a large water bottle.
And I knocked the water bottle down to myself.
How the running water poured out onto his bald head, wetting his nightclub clothes and spreading them over the floor.
"Now we're good!
For a moment, everyone on the spot was taken away by a man who proclaimed with a finished look.
"Hey, what have you done to me!! Precious holy water!
An old man with a crooked waist shakes up his cane and eats it.
"This won't help us all anyway! Only those who deserve help should be helped! Mostly I made this..."
He was a wet rat man who said arrogantly, but.
Katherine saw. Wet, shiny boiled egg head and an object to be shaken down.
"Gee!?
The boiled egg-headed man, who is hit in the head, falls down with a grate.
Though I get up this way somehow, there was bright red blood pouring out of my head.
The vampires who stick their arms out and strip their fangs out with their bodies called 'hugs (...) kicks (...) and (...) meh (...) and (...) ki (...) su (...)' will not be able to assemble into a human wearing just holy water.
But then they had the intelligence to use the tools with it.
There were only a few individuals in the vampire population with matching weapons mixed with fire sticks and elongated horns. They came forward and began to (...) reason with the holy water-picked man.
"Stop, wait! How dare you use a weapon!? Gha, aguuuuuuuu!!
The disconnect demon of a man who is rarely beaten sounds intermittent, and eventually the undead keep beating him, even when he is quiet.
Apparently, he's definitely willing to stab Todome.
He didn't want to come near the holy water-picked man, his hips were drawn, like stretching his arms and punching him a little ahead of his prey, though.
"Holy crap!
A young man, losing his right arm by his elbow, rushed to the altar and kicked it up as much as he wanted.
The altar flipped over every thing I had on it. A container of leftover holy water is smashed away as it rings noisily.
It inevitably descends on the bloody man in front of the altar and the weapon-held undead who are surrounding it and beating it.
"A... aah..."
"Aaaaaa............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The undead fell as he raised his voice like a whistle of communication.
The part where the holy water was applied collapses in white tea, and the directly hit individual turns into a completely damp pile of white ash.
The vampires around us lagged behind.
"I knocked him out, but... the holy water..."
The man in the arm vomits bitterly from between his eaten teeth.
The vampires retreated due to the scattering of holy water, but I don't think I'll ever do this.
In fact, the retreating vampires were starting to rearrange themselves and gather at the wall as if bypassing holy water scattered in the center.
"Quick, get out of the way!
"It's heavy!
"Put more effort into it!
The people who move the statue slide (probably all cursing the sloppy management of the way out) at a rate that's going to be a good battle with Namekuji.
I don't know if I'll make it.
"Hey, can anyone fight!
The man of arms had chosen the longest possible horn of weapons dropped by the undead, rolling it over holy water spilled on the floor. It looks bad, but this raises a dozen holy weapons.
As difficult as it may be to hold, he sets up a long stick with one left hand.
But no one answers his call.
The women don't think they were told in the first place. It's a man's job to fight. Both servants and ladies are trembling together in the back corner of the chapel.
Even the children are threatened, and no matter how you look at them, they're just younger than Catherine. I'm suspicious of what I can do.
"I don't know how to fight demons!
"And if it wasn't for us, this way out, we wouldn't be able to open it!
Male servants who no longer admire the idols like their parents' enemies resolutely refuse to fight.
They are not samurai and have no experience fighting demons. I'd be able to wield enough weapons, but I'm suspicious if my guts catch up.
Still, I'm pretty sure it's the best fighting force on this scene, but I was also certain I needed a worker to open the way out.
"I can't do this anymore!
"Oh, ten more years, no. I would have done it if I was twenty years younger!
The old men in hiding who would have once waved their swords as knights also wave their heads.
Relative to the looming vampires is one knight who has lost his arm.
Countless eyes glowing red are looking this way.
I don't know how many more minutes and seconds I need to open the way out, but I can't possibly hold out.
Anyway, there's no weapon here that can fight that fang away.
The situation may have changed considerably if we had even a single bottle of bamboo, but it is too dangerous with a protective knife or a vampire dropped fire stick. It seems that horns like sticks are the best, and is the rest enough to throw things appropriately?
No.
Catherine popped out like she was bounced.
Grab a corpse jacket lying under the feet of a man who lays sacred horns.
"What..."
Catherine took her jacket away from the man so she could peel it off even with her skin. There is a lot of blood attached to it, but the holy water is stained so much that it is likely to be squeezed only by wearing holy water from the head.
Catherine wraps it up in her jacket when she takes up a light, small metal kettle that was rolling nearby.
Then Catherine untied the belt she had worn from the top of her clothes to equip her talisman, tightening it tightly and tying her jacket up in a wipe. The belt I borrowed from my brother was too long, enough to wrap Catherine's hips around more than two rolls, but now that length made sense.
"In the story of a book I borrowed from your brother... there was this story."
Catherine, who is out on the front line and working on it, and several vampires rushed in.
The vampires strip their fangs and attack Catherine, even as they are torched by the sanctity that rises from the scattered holy water.
I decided something was wrong, and I didn't hate it when I stepped down in my sanctity, and I came after Catherine.
Catherine.
He took one end of his belt to wrap it around his hand and wiped it around his wipe-wrapped jacket.
The cauldron inside is light but makes a shape for a blow, and the softly wet clothes exert considerable centrifugal power. Catherine stomped and endured as she was about to be pulled.
A twisted blow like a chain iron ball (Morningstar) slammed in for a vampire.
The looming vampires blew their upper body as white ash, as if it had been a mass of ash from the beginning.
The power of weapons that can be wielded by children (Catherine) is known. But it was a fatal wound to the vampires approaching just the holy temper of holy water dipped in their jackets.
"An adventurer caught by the barbara, to escape from it...
Stone-packed and weaponized...!
Just think of yourself standing in a black flame, and Catherine has the courage to fight.