The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

When the departure was carried over the next day and we went down to the ground floor to see them off, there were the Leas in the office.

"Guys, are you done?

"Yeah! It's okay now! Haku hasn't seen you in a long time!

"Pi ~"

Good.

Now I can focus on them without worrying about shifts.

After dropping off Erica and the others at the West Gate, use [Chili Eye] to check the progress of Wang Metropolitan.

Mr. Ektor's men were as ready as they were nervous.

The next difficulty is whether Mr Bernardo will have it.

Or from now on, there's very little I can do, and I'd rather not have to do anything.

It's about Erica and the others.

Having gone wild in the woods, they headed to Azi Ogle tomorrow morning as planned.

The situation, the operation, is on schedule.

There was something at stake at times because of the intimidation created by the giant, but even more [two-handed axe] skills had been developed in the battle up to the match against Azi Ogle and the lower body amputation could have been done more smoothly than I thought.

After this, just make sure you crush your head.

Apparently the tension was relieved in a good way by accomplishing a lower body amputation, and Erica stabbed Azi Ogle in the fastening with a calm standing around.

Now she will have accomplished the A-rank crusade request.

At least, I won't be able to handle Mr. Erica with all my legs, and the rest is up to them. That means my role is over.

"Iliar, how much is this request?"

Elise calls and completes reports and communications while they are off.

Thanks to the return of those who were resting, the office was busy for the first time in a long time.

The fifth day since Mr. Ector and the others left.

Leaving King's Capital, they are coming straight down the street to Luneville.

The convoy followed Mr. Ectre and the priest as planned, with escorts surrounding him.

The second difficulty seems okay, too, as Mr. Bernardo keeps it sane.

Next, noon the next day if it goes as planned. That's the biggest difficulty.

When I was thinking about that in my private room, I heard Leah.

"Ilia, it's a customer."

"Okay. Right now."

He strokes a waking hack and falls asleep, and descends to the ground floor to see how the branches are regaining their previous buzz with the return of the beastmen.

"Mr. Ilia!

It was Erica who raised her voice from the group that was arraying at the corner of the hall.

It seemed like the customer was about her, and she ran over to me and gave me a full grin if I thought I had bowed my head in momentum.

"This time, thank you so much!

"No, thanks to your hard work."

Seeing the group she was in, Mr. Serge was also sitting in a chair with a glance on his face.

On its hips, a wave of sword falls that fits into the painted coaled sheath.

"You once did well. Congratulations."

"Yes, thank you"

Mr. Erica bowed her head again, smiling with a glowing smile, then pounding in her ears so that she could only hear me.

The content is like the upside of this battle or the truth... a backstory.

It was funny how Mr. Serge panicked when you noticed Erica and my raw and warm gaze.

"We, from now on, have decided to base here. I have everything, the meal is delicious, and Serge is willing to have to work out again in the arena. So."

cut off words,

"Let us immerse ourselves in the cage of the goddess a little more"

Erica had a full smile.

Give me a break about that stuff, too.

The next day.

As planned, Mr. Ektor, your line went down the street and plugged into an unmanned cabin halfway between Kalune and Tulune.

The first stage.

At the time when Mr. Bernardo's carriage closest to the deserted cabin, those who waited inside the cabin unravel the line.

The crystalline columns of the wind, which had ceased to be active with my seal, were unleashed, and the wind factors filled the perimeter.

Second stage.

Stop the carriage and ask Mr. Bernardo to hand over a letter where the evil god's consciousness has been weakened by the factor influence of the dark wind.

The content is the identity of what afflicts Mr. Bernardo and how to solve it.

Evil god.

It is the presence of the Great Spirit, whose crystal columns are the source of vitality, influenced by the axioms, in which life was carried by the spermatozoa.

To rephrase, the Great Spirit Demon.

That's why contracts can be formed.

This operation was of the same kind as the one I had previously gone to Silf, the difference being whether Mr. Bernardo could interact with the Evil Gods.

I really had to wait for the erosion to progress because I couldn't even get a contract in a situation lurking deep in my spirit.

And the final phase.

It is also the most difficult, the subjugation of the Evil God by Mr. Bernardo.

I supported it to the fullest by weakening the Evil Gods with a dot factor in the middle of the day when the power of the Shadow Pixel weakened, because it made the progression go ahead, albeit inevitably.

Still, all this depends on Mr. Bernardo.

I wrote that in a letter.

'Decide whether you will remain an evil god or fulfill your duties as a believer.

If it is the latter, we will do everything we can to help. If it's the former, I'll take care of the rest. '

It's provocation.

Besides, what I'm saying is, in the end, whether you fail or leave yourself to the evil gods, I'll kill you properly.

to say that I dislike me, but Mr. Bernardo smiled powerlessly, and his lips,

- It's comforting.

He seemed to squeal like that.

Proclamation spell spinning shortly afterwards.

The wind factor is blown away by the absence of an opposing force called the Evil God.

Mr. Bernardo's body, which entered into a spiritual power battle with the Evil God, collapsed on the spot unconscious.

A few days after Mr. Bernardo went into a coma.

In the name of acting principal, I was keeping an eye on him sleeping in a church bed.

Naturally, but it was Sophia who was most shocked that he was in his current state.

Apparently, the change in her condition was also caused by the fact that the Evil God met with Mr. Bernardo the night he appeared on the table.

The Evil God told her who she was and stopped the students at school and Mr. Bernardo himself from being held hostage.

But I think it was a trick to make me realize the anomaly.

"… sister…, will the priest return to the way he was?"

It's okay.... I can't believe I'm resting.

Because even if you say that, it just makes you care the other way around.

"The priest is still fighting the evil gods... so Sophia keeps calling out to the priest"

"Yes......"

The bell rings and the noise that tells you that it plugged in at noon rings in the chapel.

I took a seat to go home to the branch.

Well, I'll be there.

"Yes. Take care."

Sophia to stand up with and give a toast.

hands on the chapel door and tried to open the

"Oh, um...!

and stop reflexively with her voice.

Looking back, Sophia slipped away from her gaze to hesitate about something and still looked up as if she had decided to.

"Would your sister, too, please speak to the priest?

"... Huh?

"Please!

"Ugh, yeah. Okay."

There's no reason for me to say no even if I desperately bow my head.

It was to that extent for me, but Sophia, acknowledging, laughed happily, bowing her head again and running to the classroom.

Before I agree, let's start speaking up tomorrow.

That was never going to happen.

"Good morning, Divine Son"

Because Mr. Bernardo was waking himself out of bed.

The expression is calm, and the voice belongs to Mr. Bernardo. And now it's noon.

Above all, from the vocation (class) indicated by [the eye of God], the indication had disappeared that he was possessed by the Evil God.

Instead, it shows the Apostle of the World Tree.

"... good morning. Er..."

"You can call me whatever you want."

The Apostle smiled calmly and said to me, not sure what to say.

The words were as if they assumed that I was aware of who he was.

"… then, in the Apostle"

"Dear Sir, no need. Divine Son."

I knew it. I mean, do you want to put it on me? I want to go in.

But I felt the same air as the conversation I had with the Great Spirit, and I decided to stop it because the story was going to get messed up.

I have to make sure. A sign.

"Are you aware of Mr. Bernardo?

The apostle gave a slightly troubled look and immediately returned his expression to his smile.

"You can say there is, or there isn't."

Did you feel my frustration, Mr. Apostle, continuing the Word sooner than I utter it?

Is it a great spirit-related habit to rhetoric weird?

"I am the universal Bernardo, the oldest evil god, as well as the one who embodies the will of the world tree. Consciousness does not take precedence, so I can say that I am not a popular Bernardo."

So once the word was cut off, the apostle showed a trick to contemplate.

"I'm sure you've noticed too...... humans, demons, spirits. It seems that when they got mixed up, I was supposed to act as a terminal for the World Tree."

"Are you saying that this time it was also irregular as a world tree?

"Yes."

I affirmed without incident, but the fact that he answered instantly seems to mean that he can get information about the World Tree as it is.

So the next question has grown in importance...... I'm very concerned.

Never open your mouth because you can't ignore it though.

"Are you my enemy?

Neither did the Boulder Apostle assume this question, which gave him a frightened look for a moment. What's wrong with that?

"If I answered, that's not necessarily the truth, is it?

"I don't mind. Because there's no way to force the will to be confirmed."

I don't know how far he knows about me.

Still, if you have memories of evil gods, you should know my powers, and you should be aware of my abilities. But he darkened his smile at these words, which could also be my declaration of war.

"The Great Spirit or Evil God is a pure factor and therefore strongly influenced by the world tree"

The words he utters are not the answer.

Still, I know it's not irrelevant, so I decided to listen to the rest of it.

"Is it just because of its nature? The Great Spirit truthfully receives the will, but the Evil God seems to be in twisted action."

"... Is this action the result of twisting the will of the world tree?

"It's not just about this demonic manipulation, it's also about the ice dragon. It's just that he's been wiped out 90% by you. We followed the world tree more strongly, so we wouldn't have done Mr. Sophia any harm, would we?

It seems that the manipulation of demons and ice dragons was the will of the world tree.

I didn't know that Sophia didn't get her hands on it, even though it was a confirmed enemy.

If any harm had been done to her, I am confident that I would have wiped out every Bernardo.

You perceived my insides like that, the Apostle smiled bitterly as troubled.

"It's hard to distinguish you from your enemies, your allies... but I didn't mean to harm you. … No, it was decided that this would not be harmful."

It's strange that when you're told this clear, you're not even willing to be angry.

I mean, he wanted me to say he wouldn't do more harm to anyone around him than I do, but, well, let's put that aside.

"What is your purpose?

The Apostle silenced.

But I'm not looking as flashy as I was, or as cramped with words.

What I can tell you and what I want to hide.

After adding them, it looks like you're choosing words... I think it's closest. Probably the face I do so well.

Less than a few minutes later, the Apostle opened his mouth.

"What do you think of the world today?

"The world, is...?

It's too abrupt a question, and there can't be an answer to it in an aggressive manner.

He just seemed to want to make a cut to think, and he immediately went on to say the word.

"A world where people live freely...... It is a disorderly society. Even though people easily drown in greed and easily hurt others.... don't you think it's a dangerous condition?

"... Exactly. Isn't that polar?

"Is it? For example, the Puerto Bernardo"

Says the Apostle.

"He loved 10,000 people and tried to spread that spirit of fraternity. From our point of view, the spirit is remarkable."

But he looked at me.

"He was distracted by you."

Huh?

Leave me alone, I don't understand, and he keeps talking.

"Until then, the spirit that the evil gods attacked also broke from there. Know the presence of the man beside you. Remember the commandments that bind you. Listen to the man who tells you.... his heart was stained with jealousy and remorse. … no matter how noble the spirit, there is no guarantee that it will remain the same"

His words will follow shortly after I insert my mouth.

"On top of that, everyone lives and contends of their own free will. For example, men and women who have made hot promises in the past."

"How do you know..."

"Schools are the right environment for gathering information."

That's what the apostle said and smiled.

Looks like you've salted your allies wounds and sent salt to your enemies.

In the margins of the item, the Apostle says, with plenty of aftertaste.

"... don't you think that while the world is at peace, we need a presence that protects and summarizes people?

As if to tell me.

I don't know why he said me the way he did or what he was hiding... but I had something to say to him.

"Isn't that nice? On your own."

Was it an unexpected answer? The Apostle's response is dull.

Besides, his information is old and missing.

"The men and women I said earlier, do you know why they fought?

"Isn't that because a man who broke a promise neglected a woman?

"Seems different."

That's only a superficial motive.

Erica, who came to me to report after winning the battle, told me.

"I don't know if you want to keep the fight away for the man to protect the woman."

"It's..."

"You're stunned, aren't you? He was deliberately cold that he had no choice but to stay away from the battle because he wasn't sure he was going to protect him."

How childish and selfish.

"Even for a woman, I didn't want to forget my promise, I wanted to keep it, and I jumped out of the village without waiting for his return. Ignore his will, at will. And as a result, it's gone."

I look to the Apostle.

"It was all about each other, wasn't it?"

And look at the personality in him.

"It seems that the priest, too, suppressed his own heart at will...... didn't that make you think of me?

Mr. Bernardo, you know I hate men.

The Apostle will not argue, and I'm sure he affirms.

And then there's you.

"Even you didn't ask someone to care about the world, did you? Isn't that like saying," Push your will for everyone and kill them "?

Look. We're all in this together.

"Guys, if you want to act for someone, why don't you do it yourself?"

You can move on your own volition.

What a way to live without will, with livestock. No, maybe it's less than livestock as much as renouncing the will to have it.

As far as I've seen such a small company (let it go), such a world is perfect.

I ran out of what I wanted to say.

After that, just my answer.

"I think you can have someone to put together."

This time it was unexpected, the expression of the Apostle hardens.

I don't want to deny everything he said.

"It's just that if someone wants to do it, they'll recognize it around them."

If a man of will and ability can govern after being recognized by all, I think it's fine.

In the silenced room, the bell sounds.

Classes have begun, but students in higher education will be fine because they are basically telling themselves to study.

That said, there was one more thing I had to check.

"Can the Apostle behave as Mr. Bernardo"

"Huh? Oh, yes. Because it's not Bernardo anymore."

"Well, thank you. For the students here, you are the principal who supports the school before you were the apostle of the world tree that supports the world."

Even if you look in [God's eye], you can't see fatigue or damage.

"Show me how well you are quickly and reassure me"

Bowing with a smile previously directed at Mr. Bernardo, I turned my heels back to leave the room.

There, his voice calls and stops his leg.

"Aren't you pushing yourself to death?

"No way. I'm doing what I want."

Looking back as I say, I answer his question.

"I'm not living for a job, I'm working for a living."