Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

Kingdom of Arne at the southernmost tip of the continent of El Ar.

Its northeast, the village of Alai, in the northernmost part of the territory of the Marquis of Ilsuka, is not a village with a long history.

This continent does not have a long history for human history in the first place.

Our ancestors are said to have come from a maritime nation on a huge continent that lies ahead of us, separating the sea.

Anything is supposedly aimed at this newly found continent to interest our own country, but the authenticity is uncertain.

I was from an orphanage.

In the orphanage run by Earth Theology, the border of the kingdom of Arne, all the unaccompanied children, like me, who lost their bodies in the war, lived there.

For the future and at the Earth Theocracy Orphanage, he taught war orphans magic in reading and writing.

I desperately encourage learning that one day I want to live a wealthy life in it.

Fortunately, it seems that I possessed a magical stunt that was magically appropriate.

magic is an object that interferes with the energy of the atmosphere and gives orders to that energy to activate

Catalysts, magic controls in the body, demon squares, and chants. No matter which one is missing, magic cannot be used.

The catalyst was extremely expensive to use a special powder called magic silver, which was produced only from the labyrinth, and was never used to attack and was used for therapeutic purposes.

But not everyone could be treated.

The year after I finish my Earth Divine Priesthood apprenticeship, my place of assignment is decided.

It was the front line with the demons, the defensive stronghold of the Irsuka Marquis.

I was sent to the defense base for a reason.

Because I was able to use healing magic with a small amount of magic silver.

Sometimes the Church orders me to head to the defensive base.

I've seen many villages and towns on the road.

Even though years had passed since the end of the war, the claws were terrible.

Famine and plague are spreading throughout the kingdom of Arne, with demonic raids and natural disasters.

Among them, it was said that the nearest defensive base to the place known as the Forest of the Righteous was an important importance in protecting the country.

Sounds like a dangerous place for demons to attack at all times.

How dangerous a place is that?

It's just horrible to think about.

It was a bunch of demons who greeted me when I arrived at the defense base.

Negative creatures such as Skeletons, Reis, Ghouls, Zombies and others were pushing in from the forest of the righteous, and the Army of the Kingdom of Arne and the Alliance of Adventurers were fighting.

It was like a battlefield, that was the first impression I had on my assignment.

The work of the priest consisted of preaching theories, listening to residents' concerns, consulting them, establishing a register of residents and managing taxes… In the course of his assignment, he did not have any such work.

All I was asked for was treatment with magic silver... that's all.

Every day was hell.

Massive pushing demons.

Injuries, passing adventurers and kingdom soldiers.

I was only tired of every day I could not see the end no matter how much treatment I applied.

I wonder what time things got better?

All of a sudden, the demon stopped showing up at the defense base.

Adventurer Guild and the Knights of the Kingdom of Arne strolled through the mountains, but it seems that the demons had disappeared as if the battle had ever been a lie.

And by the end of the year, the Royal Army withdrew, leaving only minimal equipment.

Mr. and Mrs. Alai have been assigned as deputies to replace them.

I looked them in the eye and I thought,

I was wondering if they would abandon the village when something happened...

But I was over the area where I pinched my mouth, so I didn't put it in my mouth.

And the defense base was named the village of Alai.

Then a few years later, I had a kid who acted oddly.

They call his name Yuma.

Yuma, your parents are former adventurers and comrades who fought together at the defense base.

By the time you were 3, Yuma, the village had become an incredibly fruitful and rich land.

The village of Alai was peace itself, whether it was a time of famine or plague throughout the kingdom of Arne.

Thanks to this, the Adventurer Alliance Branch withdrew without a job.

I tried to ask about the problems of the inhabitants, which were my work as priests, but the village was too peaceful to worry about.

I have no choice but to manage my resident register and taxes every day.

Every day was peace.

"Master Ukal! Dear Ukal!"

If I'd been careful, I'd have rocked my body.

Oh, even though I thought you were watching the running lights...

"What's wrong?

When I hear...

"Archbishop Hannett is awake. I need you to call Master Ukal as soon as possible..."

"Are you in a hurry?

"Yes."

Oh, my birth street as a priest is over.

Because it is a much more splendid building from anywhere than the temple at the home of the Earth Theocracy in Arnest, the capital of King Arne.

I guess I can't help thinking they sold a fight to Earthly Theism.

Still, Yuma, you're the child I've seen since I was a little girl, so I have to protect you.

I need to explain to Archbishop Hanelt that Yuma is not guilty of anything.

"Thank you for waiting, Archbishop Hannett"

"Greetings are good. How do you know Lord Yuma?

I was surprised that Archbishop Hanelt was not bound by formality.

Even in the midst of a priestly apprenticeship, Archbishop Hanelt was a man of formality.

"Probably something back home..."

"The fool! Ukal, what were you looking at? Lord Yuma is a real temple of saints, didn't you notice the power that was put into the building that was built?

Saints? At the same time it is the spokesperson for the gods who appear when there is an imminent crisis in the world......

"Immediately Yuma you..."

"It was unconscious, being put on too strong a force to pass out, etc. Lord Yuma should have seen me fall.

He's probably not in this village anymore. … The Heritage tells us that the saints possess a different knowledge and mighty power than we do.

Awareness of one's sins seems to tend to protect others at the expense of oneself.

I didn't think so... but this Hanelt lifetime of unconsciousness... "

Yuma, you're the saint? Then you Yuma...

"Archbishop Hannett, I'm going to your house, Yuma, just in case."

I find myself leaving the church after seeing Archbishop Hannett get nodded.

Dark clouds were starting to burst into the sky.

That seemed like a reminder of the 20 years before the demons were pushing over.