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Ah, come to think of it, I am immune to divine power. I’m just ashamed Well, there’s no way Cream was trying to hurt me, right?
Cream’s reckless thunderbolts swept over me, but it had no negative effect on me other than a feeling of discomfort.
On the contrary, the lightning bolt penetrated me and reduced my momentum, and the power that should have been more powerful originally stopped at the line of sweeping away the thorn storm once. And, in the air, where there are no more obstacles.
[Cream, you are the best!]
[I was screaming like that until just now… It’s really shameless.]
The sword thrown by the girl flew away and pierced the thorn ball hanging from the ceiling.
The warrior’s strength is already at the level of a non-human. The structure of the reversed thorn ball may have been suitable for shooting out thorns, but it was extremely vulnerable to direct attacks.
In addition, the density of darkness has deteriorated to the point where it cannot be compared to before. At the point of allowing one attack, the win or loss is already decided.
[I will eat well!]
Crying out in a bright voice, I raised the suction power to its maximum.
Screaming and twisting his body was the last thing he could do. And it was also a meaningless struggle.
As rivers used to reach the sea, mine should return to the beginning.
[Graak·······. Qualifications have been proven…]
The ball of thorns, who had been screaming as if he had come to his senses before his death, uttered a clear message at the last moment. However, before he could finish his words, I sucked up all the darkness.
You should have listened to the will. The guardian who guarded this room disappeared, and only the fragments of the black tombstone that supported him fell. And I realized something shocking.
Cream threw me with all her might. The hero’s strength is already beyond human level. It’s good to go through a thorn hole in a bold way.
[Take me out…. I can’t go down.]
After that, I was stuck in the ceiling and couldn’t move. You’re not going to leave me like this, are you? Choco burst into laughter as I gave him a pitiful glance.
“No, until just a little while ago, I lost my prestige!”
[······Noisy. Do you know the sadness of a sword that you can’t even move on your own?]
Of course, thanks to taking over the host’s body, I was able to roam around quite freely for a swordsman, but there is no choice but to be different from having a real body.
No, that’s not important right now! Lament my situation later and ask me to take it out for now!
“Okay.”
In the end, Cream, unable to withstand my silent clamor, stepped on the ice that had bloomed in the air and jumped up to collect me. When I was pulled out of the ceiling and put back into the scabbard, I felt a sense of relief.
It has been quite a while since I got used to the touch that felt unpleasant because of the divine power. In fact, I’m still uncomfortable with divine power. It’s no wonder that Choco and I aren’t enemies.
Still.
“Did you enjoy it?”
[Of course! But I guess there is a real reward?]
Regardless of the power of handling, there was someone I got used to from a certain moment.
Somehow embarrassed, I turned my gaze to Cream and nodded. In the first place, because of my characteristics, I only reaped a meaningful harvest from the Dark Guardian.
In the first place, the Guardian of Darkness was a kind of ordeal that someone placed in this space with some intention. And, as in old stories, after overcoming trials, sweet fruits are given.
[Open quickly!]
A secret passageway with a portrait of a woman resembling cream and blasphemous writings. And even the Dark Guardian who guards the secret room.
Cream is a warrior, but it was a difficult enough task for ordinary people. And, of course, there was no way that the thing he was trying so hard to protect was an ordinary thing.
At my urging, Cream approached the place where the tombstone was and stood. After the Dark Guardian fell, a small but luxurious glossy box was placed in its place.
[Oh·······.]
Cream lightly pulled out a box the size of my upper body. As she opened her box, Choco moved closer, and though she didn’t say a word, the holy sword and the muffin also took note of her curiously.
Cream opened her box without hesitation.
“Ugh, the smell.”
For the time being, Choco, a saint, expressed her displeasure at the scent of darkness emanating from the box and stepped back. But Cream just stared at the contents of her box without batting an eye.
Looking down at the box along with the cream, I couldn’t contain my disappointment. I thought it contained some kind of tax-free treasure or gold and silver treasure. All that was inside were books.
The state of preservation is quite good, but I don’t know if it’s text or pictures. While I was staring at it in dismay, Cream, who had been still, lifted the book from the top of the box.
“To the Last Survivor of the Order.”
[What?]
I was surprised that you suddenly spoke fluently. She seemed to be reading the cover of a book, judging by the direction her gaze was pointing.
“If we have reached this point, the Dark Church must have already reached its point of destruction. You probably arrived here after hearing a message from me or another cult. “
[What is it, can you read this letter?]
“Even if I knew there was a secret passage behind the portrait, if I didn’t manipulate the portrait the right way or tried to break it down to make my way, I would have been led the wrong way. If you’ve reached this place, of course you know most of the secret history of our church.”
I have no idea. It seems that the person who wrote this article has a serious misunderstanding. At least it seemed clear that he hadn’t expected the hero to invade this space.
“The white space is also insufficient, so I will omit the detailed story.”
No, wait. We don’t know anything Because I skipped the middle process, I don’t know the context at all. Is this the evil of Skip?
If you do it the adventurer’s way, it was standard to collect puzzle pieces one by one while rolling around for months to dig up a secret like this.
However, when Cream touched the portrait, the entire process was skipped as if the skip button had been pressed. Even a powerful raid-level monster was lightly defeated, and it was disheartening because something was so easy.
[Do you really know anything?]
“I don’t know. Anyway, continue reading?”
[Ehh, draw it.]
Besides, Cream is sticking out her flippers with a chubby face as usual. I may not really remember what he said, but it’s a very poor excuse.
“The church’s history is longer than is known to the wuzi, and its potential is the same. Now, I leave a piece of secret here, so you who hold the church’s fate in your hands, judge without wavering and act without hesitation.”
The author of the article was wrong, but one of them was right. The fate of the Order rests in Cream’s hands. Whether the Church remains or is destroyed is her will.
“To resurrect our god…”
When Cream read that far, the book in her hand began to shatter. I cried out in surprise.
[What is this?]
[Hmm, it seems that the paper that makes up this book is a material that is quite sensitive to divine power?]
It’s too late to notice that the back page is falling apart! Of course, Cream isn’t releasing divine power right now, but as a hero, her body has always had some blessings.
At most, the book in Cream’s hand was reacting and destroying itself with that amount of reaction. The secret of the Dark Church, which seemed precious at first glance, turned to ashes at her fingertips.
[I’m exhausted.]
Besides, when I looked at it, all the other books seemed to be made of the same material. No matter how much Cream could decipher the text of the book, it would be meaningless if the book disappeared.
It’s the same as the saint Choco can’t hold a book. Besides, except for Choco, the others are swords without limbs. You’ve done this, but are you going back without reaping any harvest?
[No, you alone benefited. It’s a specter, it’s darkness, and it’s because I’ve eaten countless times.]
[What is it? Come to think of it, don’t you have seizures with that topic these days?]
[I know you won’t listen to me no matter how much I talk to you, so what can I say?]
The Holy Sword answered in a sorrowful tone and shut up again, perhaps feeling bad. I tried to scratch the holy sword’s nerves by throwing words, but I was frightened.
[No, wait. What are you doing!]
Cream took out a new book from the box, knowing that it would break if touched. Cream, who glanced at me in shock, turned the page lightly.
Even if it wasn’t so, there was no way the book, which was sensitive to divine power, could withstand that rough movement. Soon, a book crumbled from her fingertips. Cream lightly brushed her hands.
[aaah! I haven’t even read it!]
“You can’t read it anyway, right?”
[No, that’s true! Still!]
“Is this precious?”
Of course, since I’m a sword, I don’t really have any material desires, and I can’t even use it, but I’m afraid of habit. The sentiment of modern earthlings who hate sweet potatoes extremely.
And, with the experience of being an adventurer, where I was always foolish and dying, I came to have a certain quirk. Adventure must be followed by results.
If not necessarily necessary or useful to me, at least something that satisfies my curiosity and desire to collect.
“If that’s the case, there are benefits.”
[What benefits?]
“I, just, read, something.”
Cream patted me on the head.
“Oh, place. The order, made, different, secret, place, location.”
[·······What? Really?]
It was the moment when our next destination was decided.
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“You’re late.”
After the party of warriors left, Firen and the Bishop of the Moon were spending their free time gazing at the boundaries of the flame she had left behind.
They did their own research, but they couldn’t find any clues. In the end, Whiren, who had lost all his strength, asked the Bishop of the Moon a question.
“Wouldn’t it be possible to extinguish the flames with the Bishop’s power?”
“It’s not impossible since the hero didn’t endow him with such strong power, but I don’t want to do that. I have the power to put out the fire, but I do not have the power to rekindle it.”
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There is no way that the flames lit by the divine power, especially the power of the warrior, will naturally go out. If the Bishop of the Moon puts out the fire by emitting the power of cold air, it will be to buy the wrath of the warrior who is hotter than fire.
Before leaving, the hero clearly warned them. And, the Bishop of the Moon was someone who knew his fraction.
“Don’t test the old man. Even though the body is in decline, the head is not stiff.”
“hahahaha, sorry. This is true.”
But the person next to him was not an easy opponent either. The Bishop of the Moon, who saw Fireren’s eyes glowing with golden light, swallowed his saliva and turned his head.
The royal family of the empire, the clan of golden eyes. Probably the most honorable of all human beings in the world. However, as dreadful as their power and background was their ability to be passed down through their bloodlines.
– Observation of the Golden Rule (S-)
The power to read the future. It is not an imperfect and uncontrollable foresight, but the ability to predict the future you want when you want it, which to others feels unreasonable.
“Since we can wait for the hero forever, it would be better for us to clean up as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“You still have work to do.”
After saying that, Fieren noticed the outside of the room they were in with eyes still flickering golden. A golden reverberation scattered along the trajectory of his gaze.
“Apply and wait. If you wait, you can meet a small but big person.”
The tip of that glowing golden gaze was directed towards a ninety-nine-eyed giant.
In the first place, their original purpose was not the Dark Church. Their purpose is to deal with the monsters that have been damaged by wandering all over the territory.
The monster is with them now, has lost its one eye, its greatest weapon, and is even caught off guard. Optimal opportunity. Whiren once again reminded them of their purpose.
“But will you be okay? Apparently, the hero is with that monster…”
“Stop the blasphemy, Bishop. Even so, it’s just a monster.”
Firen, still shining with his golden eyes, persuaded the Bishop of the Moon. Since those were the words of the Prophet, the Bishop of the Moon had no choice but to follow them despite feeling uncomfortable.
“That monster must be killed in this place…”
However, Firen’s attitude, which seemed to have changed his words hastily, and his fear of the hero did not give the Bishop of the Moon complete confidence.
“Is that a prophecy?”
“Ha ha, not a prophecy. As you know, our ability is easy to peek into the future, so the possibility of changing fate exists. Therefore······.”
Contrary to his tone of disbelief, Firen was already in full combat readiness. He took off his gloves, and in the golden youth’s hand was a sword of brilliance that sprayed brilliant light.
“Let’s leave this as a premonition.”
“I can’t help it. Let’s go.”
Looking at Whiren, the Bishop of the Moon realized that he had no choice. No matter what the Moon Bishop does, Whiren will fight the giant.
Whether he slayed the giant alone or the giant killed the emperor of the empire, neither outcome was beneficial to the Moon Bishop.
“I promised, so wait.”
To the giant who was sitting on the threshold and whining like a child, the two strong men quietly approached, killing their presence.