Chapter 442

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 time because it was the process of paving the ‘road’ for the first time 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 me 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 me 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 me 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 me, I can definitely understand it.

Even the fact that he did not directly mention that he was a warrior was a consideration that stemmed from the desire that I would not be bound by that occupation.

Contrary to his appearance, he is truly a merciful god.

“You didn’t say you were a warrior yourself.”

Even though I knew it clearly, I suddenly wondered what kind of reaction would come 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.

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 lament, lifted her bowed head and made eye contact with me and declared.

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The heretic judges who were so moved that they burst into tears were a problem, but to me, 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 come as quite a shock to learn that the subject of research, which was thought to be a rare specimen 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 come to terms with the situation.

Even the saintess had no time to talk with us as she calmed down the members of the church and discussed future plans, so I naturally ended up having a private conversation with the calmest 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 aimed 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 meaningless?”

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 time, 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 temperament at all. You’re worried about research in this situation.”

To be precise, I was worried about Master’s mentality, 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 some 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.