Yomigaeri no Maou

The place was filled with quiet air.

Something abounds that appeals to people, so much so that the appearance of one beautiful girl kneeling directly beneath the stained glass into which the morning sun plugs in and praying makes them wonder if the more she can cut this moment into the history of painting forever.

Pure white cleric clothing that is not gorgeous, but that is why it feels like it highlights the lines of the girl's body and makes her look glossy.

And the hair shimmered golden, and its lips red as blood, but its expression soft and embracing.

The ultimate in the making of people.

The girl certainly had the beauty of no one in line to call her that.

And treat that beauty not for herself, but as something to be dedicated to God.

This is a cathedral.

God's descent. Already, the Apostle's abode.

It was a religious state that existed a short distance from the Kingdom of Leonard, the home of the Holy Divine Religion, which worships the goddess Saewasachedos as its main god as its national religion, the capital of the Holy Nation of Arca, and the Cathedral of Gatlas, which existed in the Divine Capital Audren.

The girl is such a holy shrine centre that she just prays.

I don't know what I'm praying for.

However, if the people of the Holy Land of Arca saw that look, that face, they would surely say this.

"Thank you for offering that self to God for us and praying wholeheartedly, for you are the use of God loved by the Holy God Saewasachedos more than anyone else - to the Virgin, the one who is none other"

and.

As she was praying in such silence, the approaching sound of a person walking once and quickly into the cathedral echoed.

Religious songs are rarely dedicated, and for this reason in the diocese, designed with care for acoustics, even small sounds often resonate in the ears.

When she notices the sound, she slowly opens the eyes she was lying on, and then stands up quietly and looks back.

The color of its eyes, hidden until just now, was even deeper than the sea, and it felt so strongly aspirated that it was likely to be inhaled as it stared.

It is so mysterious that its eyes, as if the eyes of the Goddess the person, who is said to see through everything and also to be prone to enlightening the truth, have moved on, to the point where you think that maybe you really have such power.

In her retrospective, staring direction, she understood that there was a passage stretching from the side of the cathedral to the back yard, where footsteps could be heard from the other side of it.

Thus, after a while, a young man dressed in clerical clothing, similar to a girl from a darkened passage, but several times gorgeous, ran in constant breath.

"Let, Virgin... take this...!

I guess I've been in a pretty hurry.

The backyard covers a very large area and it should be pretty hard to go around looking for one human being on purpose.

There is sloppy sweat in the face of the youth cleric who did it, his breath is completely cut off, and he is about to fall into the spot.

To him like that. When she slowly approached him and knelt in front of him, when he took the handkerchief out of his pocket, which was provided in some simple cleric clothes, he lay down his hand all the while holding down his long, drooping sleeve with one hand, and then wiped his sweat.

"Hey what...!? Oh, that's horrible..."

Feeling so gentle that something touched him, the youth cleric, who seemed to realize for the first time, snapped so frightened to understand what the hell was going on.

But she didn't try to stop doing it, even if she was drawn and frightened by a youth cleric, and she continued the work until his sweat drew.

"You came all the way here looking for me (me). It is the best way I (I) can express my gratitude for my work…"

That expression of smiling, saying so, was felt to the youth clergy as if it were the sun that blessed everything, but also as the moon that embodied the mystery, almost touching the brink of tears.

Compared to the youth clergy, the position is so distinct and so distinct from the merit that the person who treats you in such a casual and natural way without any concern for such separation is so full of divinity that they believe you are exactly the goddess that person.

And I thought.

That would be why this man is a Virgin, loved by the Goddess, and loved by the people as well.

It's only been a few years since she started showing up in public.

Neither does the voice of criticism of her initially heard remain slight now.

Now the only thing sent to her is a voice of praise and respect.

That's because she's such a great person.

The clergyman felt deeply because he was fair, kind, and loved by God to everyone.

"... the sweat, it pulled, and the breath seemed... good.... By the way, why did you seem so hasty?

Without realizing that the youth cleric has a perfectly heartbroken gaze, tilt that fragile, thin little neck and she asks the question.

So for the first time back in reality, the youth cleric once again remembered what he had come to do on this occasion and offered the Virgin the crude paper he had brought.

"Well, that's... take a look at this flyer!

Said, he receives the paper offered, and the Virgin begins to read.

And say as you read.

"Martial Arts Competition, is it... the contestants... I see you can also compete in this special class masters"

The Virgin also apparently knew about the annual martial arts tournament in neighbouring Leonard.

As a cleric who had heard that she did not like contention, I thought it might not be a good idea to tell her this story, so I got to the point, reassured that she was reading the flyer unexpectedly and intriguingly.

"So... it's an important part of that flyer, but there's a reason why that special class can compete..."

The youth clergyman continued as he pointed out a part of the flyer with his fingers.

Then the Virgin opened her eyes,

"... the absolute barrier of the ancient tribe (elves)... no way, they cooperated? I have refused to cooperate with them no matter how much we ask, because they... what the hell is this..."

Strangely, the Virgin said blush.

That was a natural story, too.

It is said that the magic technology of the ancient tribe (elves) is higher than anyone else in this world.

Their insistence was that they would never provide the technology to individual countries.

No matter what the reason, no matter how much they ask, they will never divulge that technology.

That fact has been shown with practice all these centuries in this world, so everyone has been convinced that it will continue to be so.

That is why it is inviolable to the ancient peoples (elves), and neither they nor any other country will be attacked, and that has preserved the equilibrium.

But at this Leonard Kingdom Martial Arts Games, they say they will help by naming the race.

And the Virgin leaned her neck.

Even as the Holy Nation of Arca, I have repeatedly requested its cooperation from the Ancient Nation (Elves), thinking that it is no good and original.

Their technology of absolute barriers is a powerful shield that does not allow other followers in terms of protecting the country.

Because with that power, the holy kingdom of Arca can guarantee a quiet religious life to its citizens without infringement from any country.

The holy kingdom of Arca, which originally did not have a colour for other countries, has repeatedly told the Ancients (elves) that if only the means could be secured to protect its own country, it would be sufficient, and pleaded with them, but they were still not allowed to make that claim in the end.

So this time, it was extremely strange.

The Kingdom of Leonard is by no means a pacifist country.

It is nothing more than a mediocre state, to say the least, if it is violated by another country, it will fight back, and it may also carry out attacks for its own aggression.

Ancient people (elves) cooperate with his country in a racist way.

Although it can only be considered cooperation in combat competitions, even so, this was a story that cannot be overlooked as the holy kingdom of Arca.

The Virgin lays her eyes down to think a little, then quietly tells the youth cleric.

"... to Leonard, you have to come. Can I watch a martial arts competition?

To the words, the youth cleric gives a slightly surprising look.

Because he has never seen a Virgin with such a determined gaze before.

Youth clerics think.

I'm sure she's going to Leonard to break through on this one, to the Ancients (Elves) again, hoping to provide technology for the absolute barrier.

Because the fact that ancient people (elves) say that customs from ancient times no longer work in the way they say no can be raised this time.

I'm not saying we're going to convert militarily.

It's not like I'm going to be a surprise to another country.

I just want to protect a country that can live quietly in faith.

The Virgin, I'm sure, is only activated with that in mind...

The youth cleric thought so, then told the Virgin.

"Leonard has received an invitation to the Virgin... to attend, I will reply, so let the Virgin not worry about that..."

Every year, several Leonard's martial arts competitions have the practice of sending invitations to representatives of several religious groups as national guests.

The youth cleric felt heavenly dispensation, that the order was turning this time around to holy divinity.

After all, this one says that the Virgin is the one God loves.

And the Virgin grinned at the youth cleric, and smiled,

"Thank you… I will certainly bring absolute protection to the Holy Land of Arca… and rest, able to offer a quiet prayer to the people…"

That said, we head to the exit of the diocese.

The youth cleric went outside the diocese about the Virgin.

From there it was seen and rolled over the proud vast grounds of the Cathedral of Gatlas and the many buildings built by the arrival of the faithful.

Here, one of the great holy places of Sacred Divinity, many Sacred Divinities sleep and live in prayer every day.

And whoever was a holy god knew that his supreme man, the Holy King, also lived here.

The Virgin looked toward the Sacred House where the Holy King lived, and said:

"I (I) will now consult with His Majesty the Holiness on the earlier matter. You must still be tired. I hope you're off here for a while..."

Youth clerics are beginning to weep at the Virgin, who still speaks gracious words to me all the way here.

Seeing how it was, the Virgin snorted the tears with her fingers, then turned her back and stood a little further away.

The youth cleric did not follow the Virgin.

Because he knew exactly what was going to happen.

The Virgin closes her eyes and combines her hands to whisper the words of prayer.

Then something gleaming from her back appeared to be pulled out fluttering.

It's obviously something that emerged from inside her body.

There shouldn't be a gap in a person's body to store something like that, but that object does exist.

It is a huge, glowing wing wing.

Its brilliant wings, unacceptable for a man to have, were heterogeneous, both in their divinity and in their immensity.

Is she a beast tribe of birds (Animazeas)?

No, you're not.

The youth cleric knew about it.

The feathers of the Beast of the Birds (Animazeas) are not like that in the first place.

He knew it wasn't something that could be removed, it wasn't that huge again, and it wouldn't glow divinely that way, that kind of thing.

So he thinks that feather is a testament to her faith.

He's not the only one.

All the people of Arca Holy Country, who recognize her as the Virgin, worship that light wing of hers as a symbol of faith.

"I'm coming."

And so the buckwheat, and the wings thereof, shall be moved one by one, and gradually the lifting force shall be created, and the Virgin shall go up into the sky.

I don't make a steep rise because I know that youth clerics are nearby and I take care not to blow them away.

Always, she thinks of people and never forgets compassion.

That is how the Virgin went up into the sky, and then flew away towards the Sacred House.

For a while, uh, a youth cleric looked at the flying away direction of the Virgin and saw something fall flickering.

I don't know, staring at me like that, it was a round light.

Put your hands together and let the light shine.

Then there it was, a shining single feather.

"... of the Virgin"

Perhaps one of the big wings stretched out of her back, fell off.

Having so deduced, he decides to hold his feathers, look out at the sky, then pray, and take them away.

This must be the Virgin's thoughts on herself.

He decided to go back to his room and carry the feathers with him as a pendant.