Unlike the world tree, despite having a much longer conversation, only half a day had passed.
When I asked St. Deoni about this, she said that it took a particularly long ti because it was the process of paving the ‘road’ for the first ti and there was no one by her side who could help like now.
“I’ve already explained the situation to the others, so you don’t have to rush. Move slowly.”
The saintess helping get up was more cautious than a nurse helping a seriously ill patient, but I couldn’t afford to regard it as a burden.
“Confronting the divinity directly affects the body beyond the soul and mind. First of all, take care of your breathing. There is nothing wrong with your body, so you will soon return to your senses.”
All I can do is nod my head. I wasn’t in pain or exhausted, but I could clearly feel the divine power transmitted from the hand of the saintess who was supporting in the sense that my body wasn’t listening.
“You already know the impact of a mighty divinity on the world. Now, you can view the aftermath as a state the soul is experiencing. Oh, you don’t have to answer. If you open your mouth, saliva will flow. That’s what I did.”
It was truly expert advice.
Perhaps because I have enough stamina to do blunt work with the heretic judges, the saintess helped to sit back without much difficulty unexpectedly. I realized belatedly that I was not showing any abnormal symptoms even within the area of .
“Is it okay to be in the realm now?”
“It’s not affected by this level of divine power. It’s similar to how you can’t properly feel the energy of the Auras or Mana users, the Humans. The difference is that the sense of divine power is rather clearer.”
It was certainly as the saintess said. Divine power is felt in a form different from seeing the world through magical poetry.
It was as if an indescribable sense of heterogeneity was tickling from the inside of my body… It was very strange because it wasn’t unpleasant or uncomfortable.
“Then can I use the Holy Law now?”
“Isn’t it possible? You’re a warrior.”
There was no question in the saintess’ gaze as she spoke as if it were natural. And I couldn’t even ask what she was talking about in response.
Epaga clearly said ‘I didn’t intend to make him a hero’, not ‘I didn’t intend to make him a hero’. After that, he didn’t say anything special, but now that I’m clearly aware of the divine power flowing slowly from within , I can definitely understand it.
Even the fact that he did not directly ntion that he was a warrior was a consideration that stemd from the desire that I would not be bound by that occupation.
Contrary to his appearance, he is truly a rciful god.
“You didn’t say you were a warrior yourself.”
Even though I knew it clearly, I suddenly wondered what kind of reaction would co back, so I threw an empty word. The saintess left the businesslike attitude she had shown before and opened her mouth with a perverse look.
“If there is another case like this in the future, you can think of it as ‘I didn’t do it because I didn’t have to say it because I couldn’t understand it’ rather than ‘I didn’t say it because I didn’t say it,’ warrior.”
Looking at the smile on the corners of her lips, it seems that this saintess is also a formidable heroine in many ways.
It was a funny story in many ways, but it was certain that the distance between the saintess and I had suddenly decreased, probably because we had a common point of revelation. Thanks to that, in a slightly lighter atmosphere, I took a break while sharing a brief story about divine power and the Holy Law until I could fully control my body.
Fortunately, my senses started to return, and it took less than 5 minutes to move in a condition no different from usual.
As soon as I could move enough without support, I got up and returned to the ruins.
Perhaps it was a well-ventilated space, the smoke from the bonfire in the middle steadily escaped sowhere on the ceiling, and around it the Heretic Judges, nder Priests, Master, Seneran, and Asillie sat around and enjoyed a leisurely al. As soon as I saw it, I hurriedly got up from my seat.
However, not everyone reacted the sa. Unlike the people on my side who approached without worrying because they had already heard the story, the Heretic Judges and Priest nder dropped to their knees and bowed their heads as soon as they took a few steps.
Not caring about the surprise of those who approached the sudden response with appropriate regards or water, Priest nder, who stepped forward a little further than the heretic judges and had good manners, spoke in a trembling voice full of emotion.
“The demon Epaga’s rcy like the sea is created by blessings and oracles and wants to co down to this land to protect us who are lacking. Thank you.”
Can all mbers of the church be recognized like this? Thinking that Siegfried might have been living with this kind of reaction, a strange sense of kinship springs up.
However, Asilie, who did not understand the situation, looked at them and alternately, asking questions through her eyes and facial expressions, and Master and Seneran were no different. It’s just that Master is a little more gentle, and Seneran is a lot more frivolous.
However, it was faster and clearer to see them than to explain the situation myself, so I raised my hand and gestured to them to wait.
The saintess who was standing next to also went to the priest nder’s side and bowed in the sa way.
Even if there is no explanation, no one is blind enough to not understand what it ans, so everyone opens their eyes wide.
In that atmosphere, the saintess opened her mouth on behalf of Priest nder.
“At this ti of chaos, God has confird your will and bestowed grace…” ”
As a self-professed servant of God, how can you witness this grace and not praise it?”
“However, overflowing glory can blind those who live mortal lives…” ”
As a self-professed servant of God, how can you not lead them on the right path?”
As if it was a rehearsal, I felt helpless as I watched the sight of them kissing without error and speaking as if reciting prayers.
The world is not simple.
The hero’s role is also not simple.
And what they want from the warriors won’t be simple either.
“In that test, we will not be overconfident, not arrogant, and not fall into the wrong path…” ”
As those who claim to be God’s servants, how can we swear here that we are only pursuing faith and not pursuing fanaticism? I might not.”
Even if the sense of responsibility wasn’t high enough to worry about not being able to live up to it, it was inevitable that the scale would grow in an unimaginable form and make your head hard.
Run away or ignore? impossible.
No matter how much I’ve been told to live as I please, my conscience cries out that as a native of the country of courtesy in the East, I have to make an effort to repay the favor to feel comfortable. Where can I bounce and how can I ignore it?
You should try at least once.
“I, Deoni Bire, represent the church as a saint blessed by the demons… I want to know the most shining glory of Epaga, the warrior.”
The saintess, who had no way of knowing such an inner lant, lifted her bowed head and made eye contact with and declared.
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The heretic judges who were so moved that they burst into tears were a problem, but to , Seneran, who fainted and collapsed backwards as soon as he heard the saintess’ declaration, and Asilie, who was shocked and did not know what to do, were a bigger problem.
“I thought the possibility of demons among your ancestors was everything.”
“I was at least that much. I didn’t expect this to happen.”
“You’re calm for that.”
“Will only Master do it?”
It must have co as quite a shock to learn that the subject of research, which was thought to be a rare specin unique in the world, turned out to be only a limited edition specially made by the Demon God. I couldn’t speak properly because I was stroking Laika’s back with my hand and trying to co to terms with the situation.
Even the saintess had no ti to talk with us as she cald down the mbers of the church and discussed future plans, so I naturally ended up having a private conversation with the calst Master.
In fact, even in this surprising situation, Master maintained her composure and even showed the ability to smile.
“It’s fortunate that Seneran sent all the workers back as soon as he heard what the demonic church saint said.
To be honest, I’m so relaxed that I’m anxious. It was because I knew very well what it was like to be a human being who could use magic on Seneran and Master.
All of the research and attempts we’ve made so far have ultimately been aid at expanding the ‘possibility of humankind to use magic rather than mana or aura’.
I believed that whether it was a mutation or an idiosyncratic constitution, it was worth studying enough, but it was concluded that it was an artificial existence created through the intervention of a divinity.
“…Are all the research done so far aningless?”
In the end, even though the human race was unable to break away from the mold of not being able to use magic, it was a waste of ti, but when I carefully questioned her calm appearance, Master rather made an expression as if asking what he was talking about and then burst into a small laugh.
“It’s not like you don’t have a magical temperant at all. You’re worried about research in this situation.”
To be precise, I was worried about Master’s ntality, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Fortunately, what followed was not so hopeless.
“It’s the opposite. The power of a hero is inherited to so extent. Unless you live as a single person for the rest of your life and don’t have offspring, the possibility that the human race can use magic has been opened because of you.”
“Yes? Then why did Seneran pass out?”
At my question, Master laughed a little louder and moved Mana appropriately to remove the wet towel covering Seneran’s face.
“…her.”
Seneran, who thought he had collapsed from the shock of the hopeless reality, was splitting threads with his eyes turned inside out.
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