Ako, Kanon, and Kirsch, who joined the Brave Party, split up in the King's Capital, and I only took Stella back to the "Last Church” with transfer magic.

In front of the front entrance leading to the cathedral, Stella sighs like doggedly tired.

"You seem a lot tired. Shall I give you a massage?

Stella tried to cover her chest with both arms and was frightened.

"Beth, it's okay."

"You did. Not related to shoulder stiffness… no, nothing"

The girl bins her tail! and stand and protest.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I'm gonna say? You know I'm the Demon King, and you say," Hum. "

"Oh, horrible. I bought the wrath of the Demon King and my heart is trembling as if it had been thrown out into the cold frozen soil."

"I told you something I don't even have in mind. It's just my mouth."

Oh, how dare you stick with this demon king when you're acting with him?

Might as well act like Kirsch in the future, wearing a mask.

Stella pointed her butt and back at me.

"Ma, the assassin left, the tea was delicious, wasn't it good?

Stella's roots are good people around Kirsch's worries.

It is my fervent hope that you will reign as Demon King in the future.

"and wait, demon king"

With jittery eyes, the girl only looked back at her neck.

"What? If you've finally decided to come down to my military gate, I'll ask you about it."

"That's another time. Uh, because of this, could you not ask Mr. Berial to bring me an earlier collection?

The girl's eyes dotted.

"A collection... is your father's array, isn't it?

"Yes, of us, I wanted to borrow some."

I wonder what you're going to do.

"Rest assured. I pledge to use it for world peace."

Stella stared at my face and exhaled small.

"It's the opposite of lying that doesn't sound like a lie. Okay. Let me tell you something, if you don't like Belial, you don't know what's ahead."

Leaving behind, the Demon King returned to the castle, and in enough time, Berial pulled his luggage and returned to front of the church.

The brown-skinned beauty blushes her cheeks.

"Ki, Ki, Ki... What the hell are you going to do with me and these tools?

"All you need is tools"

"What!?

What are you surprised at? I got a small water wheel out of my luggage.

Small enough to hold with both arms, it has a hand-wound handle even though it is attached to a water wheel.

Brushed water wheel fitted with something like a soft hairy brush.

"I think I'll do this one this time"

Then appropriately, the shackles (ball gag) and the rough rope were also taken.

As Belial stepped back half a step, he swung his big chest loose and back.

"You were still going to do something to me with that appliance."

"No, you're not the one who needs to be punished"

"So you're going after Master Stella?

"No way. It's terrible."

"to, Master Nina... unforgivable"

"Please calm down. Because the person who uses this has already been decided in my mind. Okay, I'll borrow it."

I return to the cathedral with a brushed water wheel and a set of tools.

"Oh, wait! Are you sure you don't want to use it on me?

"Rest assured. I mean, you've been rarely persistent since earlier. He just wants me to use it..."

"Wow, wow, wow, wow! Go, go, go! Don't show up again from the cathedral!

Turning his face bright red, Berial returned to Demon King Castle at full speed, raising the dust as he drifted his luggage on the spot.

"Damn, he's a busy man"

My solitaire melted and disappeared in the dry wind that blew through.

All you need to prepare is a few brushes on a brushed water wheel.

Let's get about eight of them alive.

Then, as for number 2, which is an anti-pope, and its surroundings, ask Pi to cooperate and gather information, and there is no pull.

Those who are in such a position in the papal administration have no dust to beat and leave.

Assuming it's a real saint, it won't do anything horrible like send an assassin to me.

Theoretical Armed and Proof Ended. All that is left is execution.

The late night king's capital, where the grass sleeps.

I came to the lap of the papal administration.

The King's capital, which climbs the tower of the rising cathedral and looks down from the top, is quiet.

You can't disturb this peace.

We must proceed quickly and quietly.

The moonlight gently illuminates me wearing black tights that stick to my whole body because of the dark night.

This intimate bodysuit traced the lines of the body to emerge abs and chest muscles. Extraordinarily easy to move compared to cleric clothing. There is a slight feeling that it can be tightened, but just equipping it increases the body's cleanliness by 20%.

By the way, if you are completely naked, you get 50% more Killer Killer. This time it was the turn of the bodysuit, taking functionality and night time secrecy.

The face shall be fitted with a mask of (', ω, …) in order to conceal its identity.

A brushed water truck was mounted on his back, confirming the target's residence from above the tower.

I have snakes fixed in the brush area, but now I magically let them sleep and leave them inert.

"You made me aim for my life, so let me pay for it."

Kirsch asks me the name of the main culprit. There is no way to gather information via Pi.

The mastermind is the Great Cleric of Church Number 2. He was already over sixty years old, and without John he would have been in the status of Pope today... such a person.

"Mission Start"

Jump off the top of the tower.

Opening his arms, he spread a black membrane from under his armpit. It is the wing film of a bat-based demon. It's one of the features of a bodysuit.

Is it something like a crow in the dark night that uses the magic of the wind to glide without making a sound?

The arrangement of optical conductors installed for magical junctions and intruder detection was all in my head.

Ride in the wind and tease the surveillance braids to sew.

Without anyone noticing, I stepped down in the courtyard of a large mansion, among other things, in the papal office area.

Sleep the watchdog and have the guard soldier pass out with a knife. If this is not possible, the Great Cleric will not serve.