A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

I'm talking about a certain girl.

It is assumed that it would take more than a year for a person to acquire magic.

Moreover, it takes a decade of childhood to understand the magic flow and convert it into magic.

That was the usual reason.

Occasionally, geniuses show up and some can handle magic when they're five.

Some people get to see one magic in a month.

But the girl said she had been able to handle healing magic for a long time.

Seeing faces called the 'Virgin' of history, it was far more heretical.

The parents of such a girl were Astian priests.

Never intended to exploit the girl's power, but rather so much so that she was giving charity to something she could not afford to pay for healing.

Naturally, there was a good reputation.

People praised her parents for being good people.

I called the girl the Virgin.

- But it was about one day.

A carriage carrying a girl and her parents was raided in a woods with few people.

The knights of the escorts in line are easily defeated.

It was near the border between the Holy Republic and a certain kingdom.

The Raiders are - Demons.

A few but much more fortified demons took the lives of their parents lightly.

In front of me, my parents, who gave birth and raised me, were torn apart and killed.

The Demon Clan said.

"Now don't do what we say."

"Oh, more we are strengthened. I can increase the number."

Naturally, I don't understand what they're saying to the girl.

It was just the best thing I could do to cure magic on my parents, whose torso and head were tearing apart falling in front of me.

It was moving.

It shouldn't have been her not realizing she was already dead.

Even if they say Virgin, they should know that life is the only thing that cannot be rewound.

Maybe that was a means to avoid seeing the demon tribe in front of you.

Perhaps it was meant to escape a mind shaping fear.

"What do we do with this guy?

"I'm telling you it's still worth using, but look, I'm gonna kill you."

Vikri shivered.

Kill me.

I don't want to die.

But I can't escape.

I don't have the skills to fight.

Girls can only use healing magic.

None of the fighting systems were.

Die.

... die.

I can't decide to try to be ready.

After all, everyone is afraid to die. No. No. No. - Master Astaire.

Once again, the girl prayed to the presence where her parents prayed and herself prayed.

I prayed with both hands holding a pendant that mimicked Astaire, the goddess my parents gave me.

Magic was sucked.

- Dear Astaire,

- - Dear Astaire...!

Pray again and again.

Many times the magic is sucked.

Meditate your eyes over and over and over again.

"Hmm? Did this guy pray?

"Oh, that's an Astaire pendant. It's real."

"I see. Mm-hmm, like that - kupa...?

One of the demons leaked a strange word in Soria's ear as she was meditating on her eyes.

The sound of a heavy object falling from the air into the ground was also heard.

"Hey, what the hell!

"The Knights of the Kingdom of Cuzella."

Dosari

Something fell again.

The girl looked back.

Knights of the Kingdom of Cuzella. That was the Knights of the place where the girl is now and the nearby country name.

"Dj... zied?

The girl saw the fallen demon tribe, and the standing tribe. And I called the name I named.

Not the face I saw. First time to see it.

Dark hair, dark eyes, long, thin body with tired eyes in the neighborhood.

Though the shade was utterly plain and shadowy, the girl felt the light just overflowing from the man who named her the jeed.

It overlaid the brilliant and shining sun-like shadows of just dazzling.

Somewhere my tender eyes and eyes met and my tears dropped unexpectedly.

"You look safe. … the others are murky"

"Ugh...!

The girl lowered her chest to relief.

But at the same time I wept at my dead family, the knights of the escort.

I shook my teeth at the vanity of my fear.

Various turbulence of emotions left themselves to the man's large figure to shed in tears.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I had another job before this job."

Jeed said work.

But from the girl's point of view, it was' hope '. It was "salvation".

I was relaxed by the warmth of Jeed hugging me.

"Wow, wow!

The girl's chirping echoed in the woods.

The girl, who was then safely delivered to the Holy Republic, worked towards someone who was given 'hope' following the back of a man named Zid.

I couldn't figure out why my parents were targeted.

That's why I even acted, including for my parents.

Sometimes the plague purified the whole city.

Sometimes he went to areas where there was constant conflict and stopped the war.

And sometimes, he kept running on his own feet for three days and three nights to save one girl.

When was the girl told that she was only as radiant as light, and this is what she became called?

- The Virgin of Light Star.

and.

The girl is still chasing Jeed's back.