Chapter 484

Two more weeks had passed since he rented the horn fragments of Saint Deoni from Princess Eselua.

All the while, the wires flowed surprisingly calmly. The situation and atmosphere were so one-sided that if the Humans advance, the Demon Army retreats, but if the Demon Army expands the front line too much while holding the full force, it is certain that they will not be able to cope with the demons’ combat power and will return to their original positions in an instant. Because of that, we couldn’t push forward recklessly.

That’s because the difference in specs from race value was enormous. It’s to the point where you realize once again that the gap you’ve made up for and endured so far is tantamount to a miracle.

Maybe it was a miracle that really came from the consideration of the gods. Considering the balance Lumings spoke of, it might be that something transcendent, not just the gods, cast a weight for balance.

Of course, that doesn’t mean the fight didn’t happen at all. Local warfare continued steadily, and the Demon King’s army, which had become noisy internally in the form of divine punishment, handed over the advantage to us without being able to deal with it properly.

Those two weeks were a time when I personally went through a lot of things.

It was because the kingdom was turned upside down after the unheard-of declaration that I was a human warrior of the Demonic Church, under the official protection of the Empire, the Imperial Spiritual Assembly, and the Holy Light Cross Society, which had kept Saint Belessica intact with my unintended help.

At first, I wondered if it would have quite a negative repercussion, since not all people like me, who only gossip about the demons without feeling anything, but since the two largest religious groups along with the empire were happening at the same time, it was said that nothing like that happened.

On the front lines, the people who were full of mulberries after seeing my unexpected performance were literally a unit unit, so the atmosphere was rather welcoming of such a notification.

If I had to compare it, would it be more like the feeling that a colleague who made a contribution received the treatment he deserved? In fact, what puzzled me even more than the overall atmosphere was the support of the Empire, which raised the quality of the tent in an instant.

[...Therefore, Empire Esnua has maintained friendly relations by cooperating with the warriors who protect humanity for the sake of the continent’s well-being, and Eldmia Ega, the hero of the Demonic Church, is also a hero of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly based on the feats he has shown so far. I concluded that it is right to receive equal treatment and support from [...]

Hearing the long proclamation beginning with ... resound from the encampment, it was scary to wonder what was going on, so many people came in carrying things.

In the past, when I was in the Kingdom’s temporary detention center, as soon as Esmuer said he was visiting, the breathtaking movement reminded me of the people who were moving things in a hurry. I had no choice but to crouch in the corner.

“What the hell is this about...”

Well, Laika should have been in Asilier’s arms most of the time, but anyway.

I pressed my temples as I watched the temporary shelter, which in an instant became as splendid as Siegfried’s tent, and then, like the ebb tide, an attendant hurriedly approached from the back of the people who quietly slipped away, handed me a letter, and left the tent with a polite greeting.

As he left, he touched a lantern-like magic tool placed near the entrance, and the noise coming from outside suddenly cut off as if it had been muted. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I saw the contents.

[We’ll see you soon.]

I turned the letter around and shook the envelope just in case, but that was all. Looking at the extravagant letter with not a single line written on it other than the clumsily left lip marks on it, all I could do was carefully fold it and keep it so she wouldn’t be upset later.

It was three more days later that the story within the demon tribe was caught in our ears while the war continued so leisurely that it was said that the soldiers on the frontline were the most relaxed since the outbreak of the war. It was after the past.

“Of course, Epagasierra wasn’t the only one who rebelled against Rengi, so people with the same will as the Demonic Cult were rising up everywhere. The problem was that the Demon King’s army was too quick to deal with it. As a result, the saintess of the Demonic Cult Our contact came in the middle of making a decision and coming up with a plan.”

“...a decision?”

When I questioned the choice of words, which was never pleasant in this situation, Princess Eselua answered with a quiet nod.

“Yes. Deoni Bire, the saintess of the Demonic Cult, is planning to join us across the Demonic Territory.”

After hearing Princess Eselua’s words, “It will be written on the last page,” I couldn’t help but doubt my eyes and ears even when I actually looked at the document.

Even if there are heresy judges and warriors of the church and gates are activated everywhere, you are positively reviewing the madness of breaking through the middle of enemy lines?

“Why the hell...?”

He questioned it with his mouth, but since the content of the document continued, he didn’t have to listen to the answer.

[The Demon King’s response was much quicker than expected, and the number of manpower seduced by the Demon God’s Church was much higher than the saintess expected. Due to a phenomenon of unknown cause, even the sacred power of the members of the church has been weakened, while the enemy’s tricks using the remnants of evil spirits are fatal. In particular, it inflicts fatal damage whenever strange monsters appear.]

[Even if the church’s forces conduct a defensive war waiting for reinforcements spread throughout the Demon Territory, the forces of the Empire and the Kingdom will not be able to endure until they defeat the Demon King or reach this place. Since the possibility is remote, the saintess is not going to go to war of attrition...]

“...When there are even a little more troops, she crosses the demonic territory and gathers troops, and finally reaches the front line and contacts the kingdom. to break through.”

It seems that our saintess is in a great crisis to the extent that she has to set up multiple camps.

A word from the writer (writer’s review) I have a personal matter, so I’m in a situation where I can’t sit down and write until Monday.

Then it’s a break! If you do, it makes no sense. Sincerity is the motto of writers.

As always, I’m going to press the reservation for the serial on Monday and write in my spare time.

The reason I have to say this is because I hope there will be no misunderstanding that I will not post on Sunday on a topic I have finished writing on and will post on Monday.

There was a case like this before, but then I was misunderstood.

It would have been less unfair if I had really written it all down, but I felt so unfair to hear those words about an article that hadn’t even been written in 300 words yet. There are people who are not interested until the end of the writer, so it can’t be helped.

Since I will inevitably work on my phone, it may be late to respond to typographical inspection comments. Please kindly look at it.

Have a nice weekend everyone!