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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 442

[442Flower] Flowering

Unlike the World Tree, we had a much longer conversation, but only half a day had passed..

When I asked Saint Deoni about this, she said that it took a particularly long time because it was the first time she was opening a 'path' and there was no one by her side to help her like she is now..

"I've already explained the situation to others, so there's no need to rush. Move slowly."

The saint who helped me get up was more cautious than a nurse supporting a seriously ill patient, but I had no time to consider it a burden..

"Coming face to face with the divine affects not only the soul and mind, but also the body. First, take care of your breathing. There is nothing wrong with your body, so you will feel your senses again soon.."

All I can do is nod my head. It wasn't that I was in pain or exhausted, but I could clearly feel the divine power coming from the hands of the saint who was supporting me in the sense that my body was not listening to me..

"You probably already know about the impact a mighty divinity has on the world. Now we can see that the soul is experiencing the aftermath. Oh, you don't have to try to answer. When you open your mouth, only drool will flow. Because I did that.."

It was indeed advice from an experienced person..

Perhaps because she had the stamina to go around with heresy judges and use blunt weapons, the saint helped me sit up without much difficulty, and after about ten minutes, I felt the sensation return to my mouth and hands and toes, and I stood at the altar. I realized late that there were no abnormal symptoms even within the area..

"Now I don't mind even though I'm in the zone.?"

"This level of divine power is not affected. It's similar to not being able to properly feel the energy of humans who are aurors or mana users. The difference is that the sense of divine power becomes clearer.."

It was definitely as the saint said. Divine power is felt in a different form than when viewing the world through magical poetry..

It felt like an indescribable strange feeling was tickling from inside my body... It was very surprising because it wasn't unpleasant or uncomfortable..

"So, can I use the sacred law now??"

"Wouldn't it be possible? You are a warrior."

The saintess spoke as if it were obvious, and there was no question in her eyes. And I couldn't question her reaction either..

Ephaga clearly said, not 'I didn't make him a hero,' but 'I had no intention of making him a hero.' Although he didn't say anything special after that, I could clearly see it now that I was clearly aware of the divine power that was slowly flowing out of me..

Even the fact that he didn't mention me as a hero was a consideration that came from his desire to not be tied down to that job..

Contrary to what he appears to be, he is truly a merciful God..

"You didn't directly call me a hero.."

Although I knew this clearly, I was suddenly curious about what kind of reaction I would receive, so I threw out an empty remark. The saint left her business-like attitude that she had shown before, gave me a crooked look, and opened her mouth..

"If there is another case like that in the future, instead of thinking ‘I didn’t say it, so it’s not true’, you can think of it as ‘I didn’t say it because I could understand it without having to say it’, warrior.."

Looking at the smile at the corner of her mouth, it seems like this saint is a formidable heroine in many ways..

It was a funny story in many ways, but it was clear that the distance that the saint and I felt from each other was instantly reduced, perhaps because we had something in common called revelation. Thanks to this, in a slightly lighter atmosphere, we had a brief talk about divine power and sacred law, and I rested until I was able to completely control my body..

Fortunately, my senses began to return, and it took less than 5 minutes for me to move in the same condition as usual..

As soon as I was able to move sufficiently without support, I left the place and returned to find that something resembling a camp had already been set up inside the ruins..

The smoke from the bonfire in the center, probably because it was a well-ventilated space, steadily escaped somewhere on the ceiling, and the Inquisitors, Priest Mender, Master, Seneran, and Asilier sat around and continued to eat leisurely, and then we As soon as I saw it, I quickly got up from my seat..

However, not everyone reacted the same way. Unlike the people on my side who approached without much concern because they had already heard the story, the Heresy Judges and Priest Mender knelt down and bowed their heads as soon as they took a few steps..

Paying no heed to the surprise of those who had approached him with a moderate amount of greetings or water at that sudden reaction, Priest Mender, who had come forward a little further than the heresy judges and was polite, spoke in a trembling voice filled with emotion..

"The mercy of the Demon God Ephaga, created through the blessings and oracles, came down to this earth to help us who are in need, and as a faithful servant and staff serving the Demon God, I am truly grateful to be able to personally witness and be with this moment. give."

Is it possible for all church officials to be recognized this way? A strange sense of kinship arises as I think that Siegfried may have been experiencing this kind of reaction as well..

However, Asilier, who did not understand the situation, looked at them and me alternately and raised questions through her eyes and expressions, and Master and Seneran were no different. It's just that Master is a lot more polite, and Seneran is a lot more frivolous..

However, it was quicker and clearer to see them than to explain the situation directly to them, so I raised my hand and made a gesture asking them to wait a moment..

The process of the saint who was standing next to me going next to Priest Mender and bowing in the same manner felt like a very long process..

No matter how much explanation there is, no one is so clueless that they don't understand what it means, so everyone's eyes are wide open..

In that atmosphere, the saint spoke on behalf of Priest Mender..

"In this time of confusion, God has confirmed His will and granted His favor...."

"As one who calls himself a servant of God, how could he not witness and praise this grace?."

"But the abundance of glory can blind those who live in mortality....."

"As someone who claims to be a servant of God, how could he not guide them to the right path?."

What I felt as I watched the sight of people kissing and reciting prayers without any error, as if they had just rehearsed, was a feeling of despair..

the world is not simple.

The role of a warrior is not simple either..

And what they want from the warrior will not be simple either..

"In that trial, we will not be overconfident, we will not be arrogant, and we will not go astray...."

"As a person who claims to be a servant of God, how could I not swear here that I only pursue faith and not fanaticism?."

Even though I didn't have a sense of responsibility to the point where I was worried that I wouldn't be able to live up to it, it was inevitable that the scale would grow in an unexpected way and my head would harden..

Run away or ignore? impossible.

No matter how much I was told to live the way I wanted, as a person from the country of courtesy in the East, my conscience screams that I should make an effort to repay the favor in order to feel at ease, but where can I turn and how can I ignore it?.

I should at least try.

"I, Deoni Vire, represent the church as a saint granted by the demon god... Ephaga recognizes your brightest glory, warrior.."

The saint, who could not have known such inner sorrow, raised her lowered head, made eye contact with me, and declared..

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The Heresy Judges, who were so moved that they even cried, were a problem, but for me, the bigger problems were Seneran, who fainted and fell backwards as soon as he heard the saint's declaration, and Asilier, who was shocked and didn't know what to do..

"I thought it was entirely possible that some of your ancestors were demons.."

"That was all I could do. I didn't know it would be like this."

"For that matter, you are calm.."

"Would you just do it, Master?."

The fact that the subject of the study, which was thought to be a rare specimen like no other in the world, turned out to be nothing more than a limited edition specially made by the Demon God must have come as quite a shock, as Seneran lay down and whined with his entire face covered in a wet towel, while Asilier was almost obsessive. He was stroking Laika's back and was unable to speak properly as he was trying to accept the situation..

Since even the saintess had no time to talk to us as she was busy calming down the church members and discussing future policies, I naturally ended up having a private conversation with the most calm teacher..

In fact, even in this surprising situation, Master remained calm and even smiled..

"It's a good thing that Seneran sent all the workers away as soon as they heard what the demon saintess said. Even if there are a lot of people who know about this, it's not good.."

Honestly, it's so relaxed that it makes me anxious. This is because I have come to know very well what it is like to be a human race that can use magical power with Seneran and Master..

All of the research and attempts we have made so far were ultimately aimed at expanding the ‘possibility of humans using magical power other than mana or aura’..

I have always believed that whether I am a mutant or have a unique constitution, it is worth researching, but the conclusion has been made that I am an artificial being created through divine intervention..

"...Will all the research done so far become meaningless??"

In the end, it was a waste of time, unable to get out of the trap of humans being unable to use magical power. However, when I cautiously asked about his calm appearance, the teacher looked as if he was asking what I was talking about, and then burst into laughter..

"It's not like you don't have magical qualities at all. Are you worried about research in this situation?."

To be precise, I was worried about Master's mentality, but I decided to keep quiet for now. Fortunately, the words that followed were not so despairing..

"Rather, it is the opposite. A warrior's strength is inherited to some extent. Unless you live your whole life as a single person and have no descendants, you have opened up the possibility for humans to use magical power.."

"yes? Then why did Seneran faint??"

At my question, Master laughed a little louder and moved his mana appropriately to remove the wet towel covering Seneran's face. I had to feel a sense of disappointment upon seeing her complexion..

"...her."

Seneran, who thought he had collapsed after being shocked by the hopeless reality, was tearing apart with his eyes rolled back..