When the sky began to stain the cedar, the two of them separated and were walking toward the lodging they had taken in advance.
"Hmm? Is that..."
When Fu Yuka stopped her leg where it was facing the T-shaped road, she saw the end of the road leading in the opposite direction from the inn.
At the end of Sunset's gaze is one building with a sunset on its back. As far as there's a cross on the tip of the roof, it's probably a church.
"Church..."
Yuka said, gazing rarely at the church.
"Can I stay for a minute?"
"I don't mind..."
Isaiyoi swallows his words because he thought and cared about how to peek into the church in such a pleasant mood.
Useful for future journeys if you know the place of religion and religious views in this world. There's a lot of inconvenience in knowing and losing your natural common sense.
Above all, information leading to the Holy Sword and the Brave could be obtained. That would be enough reason to see the church for twelve minutes.
The two turned their legs the opposite of the road to the inn.
The church building itself is ordinary, except it has a slightly old smell. I can just stand in the front without going in and get my mind tightened somehow.
No one seemed to go in and out just because time was time, and the church entrance was closed.
Even though Isaiyoi thinks that it is already closed, Yukata hangs her hands on a closed wooden door without worrying about such a thing.
At the same time that Evening Incense pulled open the door all the while Isaiyoi felt something leaking out of the building, forcing her body to stretch for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"... no, nothing"
"... yes"
Yuka enters the interior of the church with a surprising look.
Isaiyoi also steps inside the building with some hesitation.
You dive through the entrance, you step over the building.
"- Huh!?"
Isaiyoi, suddenly struck by heavy pressures like something heavy was coming under pressure and it was the one thing that would not fall down, would float on the spot.
"Are you ill, Isaiyoi?"
Evening incense seeps a worrying color into the voice, to Isaiyoi, who curled like a standing glare.
Isaiyoi waves one hand at the anxious Evening Incense and exercises the magic of physical strengthening to regain his posture. Apparently, this phenomenon hangs on the subject of physical pressure, and if the flesh is strengthened, it can withstand without problems.
Shake off the pressing heavy pressure with force moves, and Isaiyoi sees the magic flow around the area to explore the causes of this phenomenon. If someone is exercising witchcraft against Isaiyoi individuals, follow the root of the magic currents and you will soon find out. Even the conjunctive ones are the same, and the mysterious weight that strikes Isaiyoi disappears if you crush the cornerstone.
I run my eyes around to such an extent that I am not surprised by Evening Incense. But nowhere do I find a man who looks like a magician or something that looks like a foundation. On the contrary, no artificial magic flow itself was felt inside the Church.
Instead I could feel the same stream of mysterious power I felt at the entrance to the church. Perhaps this power is affecting Isaiyoi.
Isaiyoi sees the evening incense unaffected in no way, withstanding the still pressing heavy pressure with physical strengthening.
"Hey, what is it? Take such a serious look..."
Evening incense that stares straight at Isaiyoi and dyes her cheeks slightly into a Zhu. Isaiyoi analyzes this phenomenon even as he leans his neck towards the reaction.
Sunset incense is heavily pressurized only on Isaiyoi without any effect at all. Speaking of the two differences, are you a brave man or a demon king? More specifically, human or demonic?
The reason Sunset incense is not attacked by this heavy pressure is probably because Sunset incense is human. Hence Sunset felt nothing at the church entrance.
Isaiyoi, by contrast, is a demonic people. I'm not human. Therefore, he felt the mysterious power leaking from the inside at the entrance to the church, and as soon as he broke into the building, he was struck by heavy pressure.
The power to do no harm to man, only to strip his fangs to the devil tribe. Moreover, it exerts so much pressure that Isaiyoi, with the specs of the Demon King, is about to fall for a moment. If he was a demon tribe in line, he would not be able to rise.
The identity of the force to that point. Isaiyoi remembered the power.
- Holy Sword.
Similar to the power his sword encloses, no, it is itself. Isaiyoi can be assured because he has fought more than once. That this power is undoubtedly the same as that of the Holy Sword.
I never thought I'd fit in with the power of that abominable holy sword here, Isaiyoi. There is an uncontrollable seep of disgust and hatred in that look.
"Hey, Isaiyoi. Are you crazy just now?"
I find Isaiyoi's condition abnormal on the boulder, and Evening Incense peeks into my face.
"... here flows the power of the Holy Sword and homogeneity"
"Oh, I mean..."
Unexpectedly, Isaiyoi, who felt multiple signs in the rear, restrained Evening Incense's mouth with his hands.
Yuka, who was blocked in the mouth without any foretaste, was surprised, and pulled the hand that was blocking her. She looked at Isaiyoi's expression and suppressed it. Yuka also felt signs over Isaiyoi.
Isaiyoi suppresses with reason the dark emotions that gush from within, slowly looking back behind him. At that time, stand to shelter Evening Incense on your back just in case. For when the opponent was an adversary.
Just around the entrance to the church, the lords of the signs felt by the two stood there.
The number is two. One looks like a gentle looking man in a law suit. The other was a young blonde man with an adventure-style appearance carrying a great sword that didn't suit the church.
"Oh, no, I didn't think we'd have visitors at this hour. I'm sorry you're away."
A man in a law suit, probably a priest in this church. The priest walks over to the Isaiyois with a soft grin on his face hung with round glasses.
Isaiyoi pulls out his shoulder because for a moment he seeps his guard into the priest's proximity, nor could he feel a shard of hostility from his opponent. However, if you loosen it too much, you can lose the pressure that is currently being pressed in the advanced form, so you won't loosen your mind.
"No, there's nothing wrong with us entering in the absence of the priest. Sorry."
"No, the church door must be open to whomever, whenever and against whomever. There's nothing wrong with you."
While exchanging words with the priest, Isaiyoi turns his attention to another man.
A young man who made the adventurer's appearance. Probably something like being older than Evening Incense. A young man in a rush to live, wearing an atmosphere of tension somewhere.
But what Isaiyoi cares about is not being an adventurer.
This young man is sophisticated enough to walk and be physically incompatible with his age. Probably quite powerful, in rank, A won't take it down. No, maybe more than that.
The blonde youth ignored the Isaiyois and disappeared behind the church.
"He..."
"Oh, Gram, is that you? He's a very faithful man, a S-rank adventurer and a great contributor to this church."
"What's S-Rank..."
Evening incense raises its groaning voice behind Isaiyoi. I am stunned to meet the highest ranked human in the Adventurer Rank.
Isaiyoi, on the other hand, was not very surprised just by what he had expected. However, it was puzzling why there were S-rank adventurers in a church like this.
As Thelmus was, requests from that frigid royalty are spreading to every Adventurer's Guild. Because of that request, Thelmus fell into crisis during the invasion of demons because of a lack of combat power, but now as I leave it.
S-ranked adventurers who stay in Marchelg at the request of the royal family, thereby leaving the majority of high-ranked adventurers on their way to King's Capital. I can't help but feel suspicious.
The priest said he was faithful, but what about that too? I don't look like a devout believer from that feeling.
Look it up as a cautionary figure, or yes, make up your mind. Isaiyoi turns consciousness to conversations with priests.
"So, what can I do for you today?"
"Oh, actually, my fellow adventurers recommended this place. I haven't been too keen on these places since it's been dawn of battle, but when I come here, I don't think it's too bad."
Isaiyoi juxtaposes the hard and the lying 800. I wondered why a lie could be thrown up like water on a stand, and Yuka floated one of her previous skewer grills in her brain.
"Oh, as long as you're happy with that. Thank you for your good friend's guidance."
Grab the crucifix the priest was wearing around his neck in response to what could be described as a grand altitude.
The cross held by the priest in his hand, and then the same power was unleashed as the Holy Sword.
At the moment he realized it, Isaiyoi was reaching for the pattern of the sword he was laying on his hips. but the hand was stopped by Evening Incense at the soot.
"Calm down, Isaiyoi. That's not good for boulders."
Isaiyoi cools her boiling thoughts on Evening Incense whispering to stick to her back.
I almost pulled out my sword on this occasion. It doesn't seem, Isaiyoi holds his head in reckless behavior.
But I can't help it. Before the power of his sword comes to life. An important family figure taken by the Holy Sword.
The cross in front of me is not a holy sword, but it encloses the same power reminiscent of it. That alone scratches Isaiyoi's heart and makes him unable to remain calm.
Evening incense, which I had so far refrained from behind because I perceived the inside of such Isaiyoi, gives the answer instead.
"Eh, I wish I could peek at some teaching or something with that."
"Yeah, yeah, I don't mind. Shall we sit in the chair and take our time?"
The priest recommends the front row of some of the benches provided and walks himself to the front of the altar.
Yuka pulls Isaiyoi's hand standing next to her and sits in the long chair in the front row.
"Are you okay?"
A little uneasy Evening Incense from my earlier actions. Isaiyoi's rash behavior, which is always calm and rarely impulsive. Yuka was worried because she could see why and how she was feeling.
Isaiyoi chilled his head in such a care of Evening Incense, putting his hand on Evening Incense's head and stroking it slightly rampantly.
"Sorry, worry about it. It's all right now."
"Well, that's fine. I mean, why are you stroking me?"
Evening incense to my dissatisfaction, but he didn't seem as reluctant as the words.
Isaiyoi looked up at the priest standing in front of the altar, smiling bitterly at Evening Incense's reaction.