Chapter 439

I went back to the corridor to calm down my nervousness and sat down, slowly organizing my thoughts.

First of all, judging based on the story I heard from Mender and the current situation, it is an established fact that my ability to use magical power is due to the influence of the artifact.

At first glance, the relic is an item close to the warrior spawner, so this can feel like the biggest problem... but I don’t think that’s the real problem.

It’s a really fucking big problem why this result came out through the holy relics that were sleeping quietly in the realm of the human race, aside from the headquarters of the Demonic Cult located in the Demonic Religion and numerous relics.

Why did the Demon God use his power against the Humans and not the Demons?

If you have to compare it, it is an action close to Takran, but it is embarrassing to even call it Takran because the result cannot be predicted at all.

It would not be as easy as it sounds to say that a demon god bestows grace on a human race in a relationship that can easily go awry due to the existence of the demon king and the hero, and the possibility of benefiting the demon race is infinitely small.

Now, if all the abilities I gained from mana handling are in fact a human body that is far from magical power, so I can’t fully demonstrate my abilities, then the intact demon might really have gained strength comparable to that of a hero like Siegfried.

But why did he take such an uncertain gamble? Unless it was an intentional situation with some kind of big intention, or a situation where we had to do this unintentionally because someone maliciously took blasphemous steps... “...

blasphemy?”

I asked Priest Mender while pondering the contents of the revelation I had heard when I first met Saint Deoni.

“Priest Mender. Are there any holy relics of the old era in the Demonic Territory?”

“No, I know there are at least five of them. Unless there’s a special reason, they don’t show up outside, so I can’t tell exactly how much power they possess.”

Perhaps because it was clear that he was directly related to the holy relic, Priest Mender was polite at first, but now he showed a more reverent attitude as if he were serving a saint. Thanks to that, it was a bit burdensome, but in many ways, it became easier to ask questions, so I decided to move on.

“Does Saint Deoni need the help of such a holy relic when she receives a revelation?”

“Not really, but I know it makes it easier.”

There is only one thing I need her help in this situation.

timing.

According to Priest Mender’s words... When she comes here, she will definitely be able to receive a revelation from Lady Epaga.

I don’t know why they gave me a choice, but it was something to ask the person concerned.

“I think we should bring the saintess.”

It was clear that I was to decide on the visit of the saintess, but there was no content saying that you must meet me face-to-face.

Seneran was also trying to get through that and secure my safety, and from her point of view, I was just accidentally influenced by the relic, so she might have thought that she could deliver the necessary questions or results on her behalf.

However, I have no intention of ending it simply by meeting the saintess.

“Above all, I have something to ask of Epaga-sama.”

“...What? You have something to ask the demon?”

“Yes. I cannot ask that through Seneran, so I must be here.”

How am I going to tell you about my previous life, which I didn’t tell even to Asilie?

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Contrary to concerns, the days of waiting for the saintess’ company passed peacefully.

First of all, Asili and I decided to stay at Ogwen for the first three days, chatting with the villagers, and then stocking up on simple supplies and staying in a cabin.

It was safer than being stepped on in the eyes as they came and went needlessly often, and it was also a purpose to pretend that they were not related to Seneran and the others who, unlike us, kept repeating the demon war with Ogwen.

It’s been such a long time since I’ve come back, and except for having to clean up almost half a day, fortunately, there were no major damages, so there was no problem living there. Rather, the biggest problem was the lack of space for the main use of a private car, but it was decided to solve it with money.

No one looked suspiciously at me when I was looking for a carpenter to make space for my car at home, and with the efforts of talented carpenters who had accompanied Ogwen’s rapid growth, the car’s residence was completed in an instant.

It was so well made that I couldn’t erase the feeling that it was more a navel than a stomach, and the cabin felt relatively shabby. Since I have memories of the past, I ended up only asking for reinforcement work and finished it.

After that, I spent a really long time that could be called a break.

I went to the Demon Shrine every day to learn magic from Seneran and Master, but it only lasted for an hour or two, and I went hunting for a cabin life that could be up to three weeks, but the work was done in the yard where Asilier, a competent hunter, was present. It was unbelievable that it took so long.

In the end, after a week of studying alone, using magic, and even training my physical strength out of habit, I had nothing to do, so I went down to the ruins and immersed myself in rebuilding the clumsy pantheon next to my parents.

Thanks to the power of the Magic Grinder, cutting stones was not a chore, so this time, the goal was to add Epaga-sama to make it a little stronger. My parents’ graves were also reinforced with stone tombs from earthen tombs.

Since it was a job that required a completely different level of skill than carving a tree properly, it took another week to create a shape that was acceptable.

The day I completed the small pantheon and stone tomb filled with sincerity, even though it lacks sophistication and sophistication.

The saintess arrived with familiar faces.