The wife of the villains, returning to death to change her mind.

"... answer my prayers and smash away the stars..."

At the same time that my mother, Sylvie, said so, Anna and I were watching her body emit an unspeakably clear light that spreads into the sanctuary forest near the Holy Nation, the Holy City.

I know that the power of that mother is a special power that can only be used by the Virgin called Purification, and it is a special power that can wipe out the spells and dirt of magic and restore it to normal.

Olga, a grandmother, is also a force that can be used, and it is said that the virgin's abilities are inherited by blood.

That is why I am expected to wake up to the power of Purification, with the former Virgin as my grandmother and the present Virgin as my mother.

But... that's impossible.

I know.

My power is not such a purification.

My mother and grandmother know each other very well.

And yet...

"... this will be all right for a year. Anna may be the next person to" purify "this place."

Sylvie stood up and laughed at the knights and priests around her.

Then he came closer to me.

"Anna, did you have a good tour? What did you actually think of Purification?

That's what I asked you, so I'll answer.

"... so clear, I want to be able to use it as soon as possible!

You don't really think that, and I can't stop my mother in this situation.

That's why I make my mother happy by saying things that aren't in her mind.

I don't know if this is the right thing to do.

But I didn't think there was anything else I could do.

My mother, Sylvie, seemed satisfied with my answer.

"I wish I had. It's okay, Anna. When the time comes, you'll be able to use it."

That's what I said.

Maybe so.

But is that... permissible?

That's what I thought, and I kept looking at my mother's face with a smile that I couldn't say.

What kind of skill is Purification in the first place?

There are various ways of thinking about it.

However, in the Holy Nation, it is said to be a special power chosen by God and given to the Virgin.

Unlike magic, it's a special force.

So it cannot be substituted by magic, nor can it be elucidated by magic.

That's what they say.

Back in history, some people studied whether the power of Purification was realized by magic or, in fact, whether it was magic. It was taught in an oral message that could only be conveyed to the genealogy of the Virgin, but as a result, all of them were oppressed as apostates.

In other words, "Purification" was inviolable, and it seemed that thinking about understanding it in human sense was not acceptable in itself.

However, in modern times, the idea is unexpectedly a little loose.

Because a long time ago... just before my grandmother was appointed Virgin, there was a time when the Virgin didn't show up.

The Virgin has always emerged at the right time in history, and has awakened to her power.

Otherwise, you can't pay for the natural deposits in the Sanctuary, and it will eventually be a big deal.

The continued existence of the Holy Nation is indeed evidence of the appearance of the Virgin.

But just before my grandmother became a Virgin, there was a time when there was no Virgin at all.

This seems to have been a very unusual or unacceptable development.

This emergency was a surprise because it paved the way for a limited but unexpected study of the Virgin and her abilities.

However, the research was limited to the highest-ranking priests in the Episcopal Church or the famous houses that housed the genealogy of the Virgin, and was not open to the general believer.

And I couldn't tell you the details of whether the research worked or whether it was for other reasons, but it seems that my grandmother appeared as a saint and her movement slowed down.

There are still a few people who are doing research, but I think they have quite a narrow shoulder.

However, for my part, I would now like you to resume or become active in the research.

Because there are no such signs for me as the next Virgin.

Instead, I feel like I've woken up to other forces.

Even though my mother and grandmother knew about it, it's fine, it's fine, rather it's fine, even.

But I...

The only thing that gets stronger every day is the thought that I'm betraying something.

You can't have consciousness as a saint, outlook, or anything like that even if you're told to have it.

Oh, somebody.

I want someone to save me.

With that feeling alone, I kneel in church today and pray to God.