Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

"... Chief Cleric...?

I also forget that I'm in battle, and I unwittingly lower my sword.

I stand back and stare at the woman.

Face like a statue of a goddess, sandwiched in silver hair separated in the middle.

Blue eyes. Bright white skin.

From the neck down, it is rich in feminine ups and downs, as can be seen from above the coat.

I'm sure this will happen to the Virgin Mary, painted in religious paintings, if she adds colourful incense up to blasphemy.

Cleric Chief, Philia.

Make it my first party member, my worst foe.

Just kidding, this woman is only looking as good as she was in her late twenties when she said she would be forty-six this year.

I'm a pureblooded human race, so I'm pretty sure I'm using some means to stop aging.

"Why are you here?

Marine blue eyes, staring back.

I didn't like these eyes. Because somewhere humans are separated and they're starting to feel like they're peeking into glass balls.

But the chief cleric said he liked to look me in the black eye.

Because it is a rare color in different worlds. Because black is a noble color. Because it's worth it.

Whenever this woman praised me, she used such adjectives.

Value. Strength. Performance. That must be what a man's worth, Lord Brave? and.

"It's still sweet, Lord Brave. Why don't you cut me off immediately? Don't you think this is a great opportunity to defeat the enemy?"

The chief cleric remained faceless and spelled out the words pale.

He looked exactly the same as he did when he talked about budget allocations for the party.

Both my life and my exchange of gold are totally worth it in this woman.

"... leave it to temporary emotions to wipe out all enemies, so what? We should squeeze the information to the limit and then think about processing it. You disposed of that goblin earlier because you wanted to prevent it. Didn't I? This is what you taught me, Chief Cleric Philia."

The moment I called my name, the clergyman's eyelashes shook pickly.

These reactions are rare because they are people who don't put too much emotion on the table.

"Then Lord Kaiske, the brave man, is going to torture me."

I've called them back by name, too.

We've been calling each other only in office for years now, so it's terribly uncomfortable.

"You showed up on purpose because you know I can't do that, right?

"By being nice. You still have feelings as a comrade."

After all, you are who I expected you to be, and the Chief Cleric narrowed his eyes.

You look like you're laughing or pitying me.

Probably both.

"You're the one who sent Angelica with the evil spirits."

I raise my sword and point my cut at the tip of the clergyman's nose.

Just a few more centimeters to move, and this woman's little nose gets ripped off.

"Am I so flattered? You think I want to kill you because I can retaliate against the world over there?"

The clergyman answers without changing one complexion.

"Half is correct, but half is different"

With a voice that even makes you feel quiet, keep going.

"I do wish to erase Lord Brave. But at the same time, I'm hoping that you will survive this ordeal."

To a distorted sense of fellowship, there is revulsion.

I move my arms and release a thrust towards the clergyman's right shoulder.

The opponent is an awesome cleric. After leaving leading monasteries, he has been training for decades.

Shouldn't be a glimmer first.

Conscious of the melee, we may be putting our boundaries together.

He's wearing a powerful buff and the blade may not pass.

It's not the person who's here right now in the first place, there's even a line called Phantom.

So this is just a restraint.

I didn't expect much, and it was an attack with intent to see how things went.

but.

"...... eh"

What an irresistible acceptance of my sword by the chief priest's body.

A body knitted with light and heat pierces a thin shoulder.

The smell of meat burning, the feeling of bone melting. A painfully boring voice.

Too much darkness makes this one I stabbed a little bit.

What's this guy thinking?

Pull out the sword reflexively.

Obviously, what was now was a response when I cut a living human.

And then this woman in front of me...

"Yeah, I am. As I suspect, I am the Cleric Chief Phyllia herself. Why don't you do a status appraisal and make sure?

The chief cleric is grinning, holding his shoulder down.

of the rear guard position, which can also only be described as reckless, such as a woman taking a sword attack of a brave man directly from the front.

But you ate my sword for a reason.

I made a mistake and entered the defensive position.

Experience shows that enemies who are spoiled and attacked are often counter-targeted.

Reflection of damage. Or the poison I planted in my body blows out of my wound. At the end of the day, at the same time as the bullet, it curses me, etc.

But no matter how long you wait, there's no sign of a counterattack.

The chief cleric is just fluttering, magically healing his shoulders.

Not the counter?

Then why did the main body come out?

Why don't you consolidate your protection?

The aimless no-guard method of warfare is creepy.

When I was confused, the Chief Cleric muttered, "Good."

"I knew you'd add a hand and a heart. I seem to be right to come out."

The clergyman approaches as he pays for the dirt on his coat by hand.

"It was also observed from that world that Reis, who possessed Angelica, disappeared. I thought I'd slaughtered every single one of her, but that's how you'll live."

White fingers point to breathtaking angelica in the living room.

"Even if the enemy has no mercy, I forgot that it is the Lord Brave who is sweet on his side. What you did with me, you were a faulty. So that she doesn't die, you just put Reis away after you hit her hand, right? It's a big deal. Worthy of praise."

Smile, the chief cleric smiles.

"When you are taken hostage, you are motivated to do so… it has been so for a long time. You were terribly reluctant for a party member to get hurt, even though your body would be fine and full of holes?

That's why I thought about it, the chief cleric says.

"Then the hostages, the assassins, the people who can play both roles, can kill you. You can't get your hands on someone who's after your own life. Even if I could get it out, I wouldn't be able to show my strength even half of the time. Is that a good idea?

"... I'm in love with you."

At last, this woman will use my hands to loosen at the mercy of her former companions.

But wouldn't something like that, at the end of the day, be less effective if it was spoken?

"Once I certify myself as an enemy, I'll slash and throw away what I think is a girl and a child. You know that very well, don't you?

"But I'll treat you after I slash you, right?

Countless magic formations emerge in the space behind the Chief Cleric.

A silver circle, spinning through the air. Sitting in the center is the Six Light Star.

They simultaneously fired light bullets and shot through my entire body.

"It's hard for me, to dispose of Lord Brave like this. That's why I volunteered. If it was enough for someone else to kill me, I'd still do it..."

An arrow of light burns my skin.

If my magic defense can't prevent it, it's a lot of fire.

Each bottle contains so much faith that a little demonic tribe can evaporate with one stroke.

"Excellent. It's nice to be in pain like that, Lord Brave. Only that look hasn't changed since we first met. Do you remember that? When you were first bellied by a subhuman spear, I was the one who treated you, wasn't I? I shouldn't have, but even then, I felt something called color on you that distorted my face in pain. Do you understand? The first person in the world to recognize you as a man was me, not Lord Elsa. Absolutely. How could you not be mine? 'Cause this is how you get executed just because you've chosen a lowlife slave woman or something."

Pajung Pajung and a high shooting sound.

The whole body is pierced by a crowd of light bullets that should no longer be called rain of light.

In a distant consciousness, he stares at the Chief Cleric.

The woman who was trying to shoot me right now was crying from both eyes.

Make your nose bright red. Tremble your hands and feet. He has sad eyes, as if he were also acting self-inflicted.

"Don't worry. If you kill Lord Brave, I pray you can go to heaven properly. Once that's done, follow me and I'll die, too. You're not alone."

"... kidding..."

"I love you, Lord Keiske. Perhaps it's not a bad idea to use your carcass to lose your virginity before you do yourself harm? Hehe. It's kind of just a little bit, it's been fun. Isn't it delightful to think that the last woman in the world to meet you is me, not Lord Elsa?"

The chief clergyman spread his hands and raised a large magic formation over his head.

From the spells written in the shape and circle, it has the power to blow this town away with a single blow.

Too much firepower for a single human being.

This would be a substitute for letting go toward enemy castles and dragons.

Anyway, if I'm just gonna screw around, you can't just roll me out.

I hurried to heal (heel) all over my body and went into the chant of a defensive spell.

defensive spell...... seiklid circle...... wait, what's the point in that?

This is a juncture that keeps the evil from coming close, but isn't the magic used by the Cleric Chief a light attribute?

Besides, when the principle of action becomes love for me, it is possible that the magic of paying evil will not prevent it.

Good intentions are good intentions, even if they are distorted.

Magic has no self. Therefore, mechanical processing is carried out.

Is this where I'm going to die?

"Father!"

"Mr. Nakamoto!

Seeing the disturbing situation, Rio and Angelica pop up.

The chief cleric's eyes are directed at the two girls, wet in tears.

"... Lord Elsa...!?

Try to get close enough for me to struggle.

I'd like to scold you if you were supposed to, but now you're in big hands.

The clergyman looks at Rio and opens his eyes in amazement. The hand movement has completely stopped and the chant has been interrupted.

That would be the case, too.

Because two gourd girls appeared suddenly to their lover enemies, who hated them so much.

"Stupid......? Resurrection magic? Impossible...... Different ages. Did you dye your hands on human body smelting, Lord Brave? Do you want to spend so much time with slave women!

I finally made the gap, and I made the treatment complete.

He makes a full leap with his body, which is now moving again, and is slashed to the chief cleric.

"Ooh, ooh!"

Right shoulder to left thigh, diagonal slaughter.

I double-breached every gut, I had a definite response.

"... oh...?

The chief clergyman is torn apart from his coat by a snag and is divided into two parts.

Upper and lower body. The rival, divided into two parts, made a noise with Gotri and rolled to the floor.

"Thanks Rio. Nice assist."

I grabbed the Chief Cleric's hair when I confirmed the disappearance of the magic team.

Lift and talk.

"It's about you, so that's not the end of it, is it?

I cast a curse on the Chief Cleric. Because there are no ex-girlfriends and no children to be played back by automatic recovery.

When it was done, I pierced my throat.

It's early to look directly at it, so take your gaze off.

"... let's... eh"

While your vocal cords are safe, you can cast magic as many times as you want.

When killing a guard position, it is the iron rule that prevents you from speaking first.

I should have done this from the beginning. But I couldn't.

It's all my sweetness's fault.

With remorse in his chest, he slashes the head off of the clergyman.

There was no interrogation.

I was hesitant to do that to a woman who said she liked me for whatever it was.

In that sense, it can be said that the aim of the Chief Cleric was precise.

I won a vain victory without getting any information.

As for mood, it was a draw.