Kuro no Senki

Albs watches the progress of the pre-king conference.

The pre-king meeting is taking place on the castle floor.

King Magnus sits on the upper seat of the long desk, 'Temple' on the left hand side of King Magnus, and generals, including Ignus, on the right hand side of King Magnus.

You've aged a long time, and Albs sees King Magnus in the corner of his sight.

King Magnus' hair and beard are dyed white.

The eyes hold intelligent light, but not as sharp as they once were.

No hero, no wise man, is no match for old age.

Two years ago, King Magnus invaded the Kepheus Empire because he was aware of his old age.

If King Magnus had demonstrated his abilities to the full, King Leggles Prince would have gained a strong say.

The words of those with no track record in any organization are taken lightly, and the words of those with track record tend to be taken seriously.

That doesn't change even if it's a nation.

The fact of victory over an enemy country and occupation of territory, whether partial or partial, could have been a mere achievement in silencing the Great Cleric.

But Prince Leggles was defeated.

While leading 10,000 soldiers, they were defeated by only 1,000 enemies.

Albs thought the cause of King Leggles' defeat lay with King Magnus.

The anxiety that little time was left was that trust in King Leggles Prince and Ignis had misled King Magnus in his judgment.

Now we should pay more attention to General Ignis than King Magnus, and Albs leans towards Ignis' words and deeds.

This pre-king meeting was intended to restrain Ignis.

Not now.

Albs' purpose has switched to exploring chrono trends through Ignis.

Albs had a general idea of what happened in the city of Karina and what happened after that.

Information is what you get if you listen to believers and young clerics.

I hear there is growing dissatisfaction with the 'Temple' around the city of Karina.

I hope you're not dissatisfied, but worst of all, you also have to consider the possibility that the 'Temple' will be burned down, and Albs keeps a gentle grin.

Albs captures Reum, the great priest of the 'Pale Temple', in the corner of his sight.

Reum hasn't opened his mouth once since he came to the floor.

You did something extra.

That would be the common sentiment to the Great Cleric except Reum.

Reum was too anxious for his kung fu.

General Aqua should have let the spies focus on him.

That way I might have grasped Chrono's intentions.

Chrono's purpose will no doubt be in the chaos of the kingdom, beyond sprinkling prints that criticize the 'Temple'.

But even inciting popular dissatisfaction should limit the area where the baking takes place, Albs laid his eyes down.

The baking against the 'Temple' has taken place many times in the past.

All by a people who can no longer stand the tyranny of clerics.

However, the scale of the damage is not significant.

So much so that a tyrannical cleric was hung up and the temple that became entangled burned.

Surely there will be confusion. But it's not hard to explore the drop point, Albs said, while analyzing it that way, he wasn't sure if it was really right.

No, I was anxious.

Let's reconsider. General Ignis, the trade route, the cookout…, and Albs were wary of the conclusions they had drawn from the elements that seemed relevant to this case.

If it were to be forgiven, Albs would have cursed Reum.

Reum gave Chrono the hang-up to move.

"I believe that we should stop the slaughter of the subpeople and deport them out of the country. What do you think, Lord Albs?

Albs was questioned by Ignis and raised his face.

It was an unexpected help ship.

Maybe Ignis doesn't understand Chrono's sincerity.

Albs made his thoughts wander desperately.

I just have to snort at Ignis' words.

But if Ignis' proposal is Chrono's order, what is it intended to be?

I can't read.

I can't read it, but if I don't snort, the Albs will be ruined.

"... I agree with General Ignis' proposal"

As Albs said, Ignis opened his eyes unexpectedly.

There was no room for Ignis.

We must order the Inquisitor to conclude the meeting as soon as possible and to eliminate bandits from the east and west streets.

Moving on now, how much does that mean? But we must eliminate the bandits and show the value of the 'Temple'.

The option of static observation had already been lost.

You swallowed the suggestion lightly, didn't you? and Ignis climbs the stairs of the walls, surprised by Albs' attitude.

As Ignis climbed through the stairs, strong winds blew in from the lake.

After a short walk, I saw a shadow.

The identity of the shadow was Prince Leggles.

Prince Leggles will be eighteen this year.

Taller than the average man, but with thinner body lines.

Hair stretches to the point of touching the shoulders, and the eyes host a light that feels calm but bright.

The look of Prince Leggles is impeccable as Prince Wang.

Even scholars, or clerics, won't have a problem.

But as the next king, I have to say, I don't rely on you.

Even from Ignis, who knows the talent of Prince Leggles.

Prince Leggles leaned against the walls and stared at the lake.

Ignis complained many times that it was dangerous on the walls, physically handicapped, but Prince Leggles did not listen.

Eventually, Ignis gave up the persuasion of Prince Leggles.

Ignis stopped his leg and stared at the side of Prince Leggles.

Prince Leggles' skin is morbidly blue and white.

I guess the heartbreak I suffered two years ago and the self-blame for letting my men die still annoys Prince Leggles.

The mouthless call King Leggles Prince a weak man.

Even if he's a coward who lost his will to war in just one defeat.

But Ignis felt that Prince Leggles had grown.

Two years ago Prince Leggles had a slight but chronic heart.

The defeat two years ago removed the chronic heart that was lurking in the heart of Prince Leggles.

Prince Leggles noticed Ignis, he said, looking back slowly.

"Hey, Ignis."

"Your Highness, the wind in the lake will hinder your body."

When Ignis said as he remembered the old days, Prince Leggles laughed couscous at what was fun.

When Prince Leggles finished laughing, he leaned against the wall.

"Ignis, the deal seems to be going well."

……

Ignis pressed silently.

Only King Magnus and a limited number of humans know about this operation.

Prince Leggles is not included in that limited number of humans.

It should be.

"You don't have to be so surprised. I have other ears. Clear your ears, you'll hear most of the rumors."

Prince Leggles picked his ear and said in a playful tone.

It's weirder not to be surprised.

Prince Leggles does not leave the castle.

How the hell are we collecting information?

"Of course, I have hands. Ignis, do you recognize this print?

"... no"

Ignis received his prints from Prince Leggles and shook his head.

It's a print of a giant cleric eating people.

I guess the cleric is accusing people of feeding.

"I don't recognize you, but I do"

"Ignis, how was the meeting?

Ignis was puzzled as to why Prince Leggles would ask such a question.

"I swallowed one demand for this one, but it wasn't a fruitful meeting. It's just harassment."

"Is that true?

Ignis nodded and immediately rethought.

I think Albs was oddly wary of Ignis.

It is odd that Ignis' proposal was lightly swallowed or that he left the floor without saying hello at the end of the meeting.

"Albs seems to have noticed the Empire's sincerity."

"What is Chrono's sincerity?

The sincerity of the empire can also be seen by Ignis.

The Empire is trying to confuse the kingdom.

It is also woven by King Magnus.

So King Magnus was about to chase the Chronos back at a time when he was able to counter the 'Temple'.

"Chrono is trying to make a god."

"Are you insane?

Ignis' words are addressed to Prince Leggles.

Prince Leggles smiled bitterly.

"You have a misunderstanding. What Chrono is trying to make is a new god. Yes, such a godliness that people want to share the grace of the earth. This new God cannot be thrown out. As long as people want."

"... Huh!

Ignis breathed in the words of Prince Leggles.

Because I have imagined the future of a kingdom divided into old gods and new god factions to contend with.

"If that's what you know!

"I told you. I've spoken to your father many times."

Are you saying King Magnus didn't have ears to listen to?

Or are you confident that you will accommodate the confusion that has been caused to Chrono?

"Oh, my God, it's a man"

Ignis threw up.

Chrono is out of common sense.

That's also true when the Empire invaded.

Chrono has plainly carried out night raids, calling it a one-horse strike, while setting up deception tricks.

"We still have our hands left."

"What is a hand?

"Ignis, you're faster than Chrono, you bring up people who want new gods."

"... but will he allow it?

Prince Leggles nodded at Ignis' inquiry.

"I think Chrono is lost for the rest"

"Lost?

Ignis inquired.

"You're lost, which is why you bring the subhuman into your own territory. It's too soon to sprinkle prints."

Prince Leggles stared at Ignis.

"Come on, go. Now, we can make it."

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Ignis turned his back on Prince Leggles and ran out.

"Bastards, are you ready? Like!"

"Yee-yee!"

Duran responded so loudly that he felt a sore throat on Aridead's head.

I'm not ashamed.

Aridead's men are not shy, nor is Bruno.

You should be ashamed to respond with a small voice, Duran thought.

Well, I'd say it was stained.

Somehow, well, that's awesome, Duran steals an allied look as he strokes his horse's neck.

Aridead is... his sister Deneb and their men are amazing.

Aridead and Deneb possess impeccable abilities as commanders, and from their experience as soldiers, they can give careful consideration.

When Aridead and Deneb take the load from the merchant, they take the food as a priority and behave to their men.

And booze.

If I were to insist on raising the issue between Aridead and Deneb, is it that I am harvesting mysterious liquids from excess liquor?

Her men were strong enough to make Duran want to welcome them as his men when he became commander.

That's not all, I think, Duran.

They all have a tragic past.

They are positive to say so.

The cavalry of the half-elf had taught Aridead and Deneb and was studying.

Study is an investment in the future, Duran thinks.

In other words, Chrono is making his people believe that their efforts towards the future will not be in vain.

You mean Krono was educated like that, not martial arts? I knew my father was a hero. If so, Duran was in awe of Chrono's father, who had never even met him, wondering if Chrono's father was a bakery with different digits.

It's not just swordsmanship. Everything's missing, Duran said, looking down at his own hand.

"It's like I don't kill you this time, I don't offend you, I just get a little baggage and money!

Aridead circles the horse's head and Duran runs the horse.

Duran and the others entered the east and west streets from the interstate and drove the carriage away.

Duran and the others drive the wagon away, and a separate team led by Deneb blocks the wagon's whereabouts.

A simple operation, but it worked amazingly well.

There is also less resistance on the part of merchants.

Thanks to the policy of not committing, not killing, and only getting a little baggage and money.

"What?"

Duran narrowed his eyes.

A person dressed in pure white clothes... maybe a cleric from the 'Temple of Pure White'... stood in the middle of the street.

A carriage of carriages passes by the cleric's side.

"Shit! Scatter, like!

Aridead shouted.

Aridead and her men scattered left and right without straying.

Both sides of the street are wasteland covered with grass as high as your hips.

The horse may hurt his leg.

That thought slowed Duran and the others down.

Something wet Duran's face.

When Duran rushed to wipe his face, his hands were stained red.

Blood.

A man who was running in front was lying on his horse.

There is no face.

No, maybe there is, but my face was guzzled like it was crushed.

Duran swallowed a scream and pulled the reins hard.

White light passes Duran's ear.

The next moment, I screamed.

Something falls. Something heavy.

"Ohhh... Ohh!

Duran exclaimed.

Light.

The white light is smearing my vision.

Light bullets poured down on Duran and the others like the rain of a beating.

The floating sensation wrapped Duran.

They swung me down from my horse.

Oh, shit, Ange, and Ange's memories pass Duran's brain.

For some reason, passing the back of your brain is just what happens in bed.

The impact hits Duran.

Duran rolled over the ground many times and finally stopped.

Duran woke up nauseously and looked back reflexively.

My people were dead.

In terms of numbers, there are more living companions.

But Duran couldn't take his eyes off his dead companion.

I have a dead companion who was crushed in the face.

Some of my companions have fallen and stopped moving, and others have been crushed by horses.

Duran couldn't believe it.

Duran was ready to die.

My people should have been prepared to die and participated in this operation, but they shouldn't have thought it would be so easy to die.

I should have believed heroic death would colour my end.

Duran's vision clears.

Breathing gets rough with fear.

When Duran looked back, the cleric was looking down at Duran.

The cleric was laughing.

Even the moment of ejaculation does not give me this tranced grin.

That's the laugh.

Oh, shit, and Duran groaned in despair.

The cleric had an erection.

It doesn't seem like it's death as a hero that colors Duran's end.

He could be offended after he was killed.

It felt like a mistake to expect the possibility that it would not.

"Buh, ooh, ooh!

The roar rises.

It was Bruno.

Bruno packs his distance from the cleric and swings the sword in his sheath in full.

You were alarmed, the cleric was bounced off.

The cleric's feet carve two muscles into the street.

The cleric raised his left arm.

My left arm was broken with my forearm...... half my wrist and elbow.

As the cleric deepened his grin, the white light wrapped the cleric's arms.

Divine art.

The fracture healed instantly, and the clergyman held or opened his hand to see how he was doing.

Light bullets float around the clergy.

There's more than a dozen, and that's enough to kill Duran and Bruno.

"Flame bouncing!

Flamebullets pour down on clerics.

But the flamethrower was held back by an invisible wall.

Arrows fly in.

The arrow touched the invisible wall...... the moment Duran felt that way, it exploded.

The cleric rocks heavily.

I can't see the impact. Even the walls can't seem to prevent it.

Duran was drawn into the wasteland.

Bruno was jumping from himself into the wasteland on the other side.

"I'll hide soon! I want to die, like!

……

Aridead pushed Duran to the ground.

What are you going to do, Duran exclaimed his desire to scream out?

Apparently, Aridead and her men are dumping their horses and hiding themselves in the wasteland.

"... I'm asking Deneb for backup."

Did you detect Duran's anxiety, Aridead shows Duran a magic item for communication?

"When Deneb gets here, it's like taking cover and evacuating to the woods"

What if the enemy doesn't even take cover? What if the enemy is also good at white soldier combat? and such a question looms up to my throat.

Duran glanced at the clergy from the gap in the grass.

The light bullets that were floating around the priest rose simultaneously and poured all at once.

Duran held his head, desperately biting off a scream.

The ground rocks with a zung, a zung.

Duran's groin was struck by a sensation that could take both pain and paralysis whenever the ground swayed.

"Run, like!

Duran is pulled up by Aridead, gee! and leaked his voice like a crushed frog.

"Run, run! If you don't run, you're gonna die!

Duran was kicked up in the ass by Aridead and ran towards the woods.

Surviving companions are also led by Aridead's men and go for the woods.

I could only see the priest for a moment.

The cleric was under intensive attack.

Arrows scatter blast flames, shock waves, and thunder as soon as the cleric touches an unfolding invisible wall.

It would be an attack by a magic item.

As Duran jumped into the woods, Aridead grabbed Duran's collar and drew him toward himself.

The next moment, a blast of mixed sand and stones pushed in.

"... Huh!

Duran intended to scream, but the scream did not reach Duran's ear.

"Run, run, when you run...... anyway, it's like running!

Aridead grabbed Duran's collar neck and ran out.

Duran ran, drooling with tears and snot.

Duran hid behind a tree and held his head.

Cold groin.

I leaked my piss.

How much fighting spirit she had, Aridead and her men, the archers, were poking at the gap where the blast had subsided, releasing arrows.

"Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Aridead shouts in remorse.

The outcome of the attack does not seem to be fragrant.

"... Damn, that's against the rules"

Crying leaks out of Duran's mouth.

This attack doesn't work, but the other attack does.

It's like archers have the perfect defense.

How do you tell me to take him down like that?

"The weakness of kamikaze is time and number of times! Attack! Attack! Sometimes, it's like evacuation!

Huh? And Duran looked up at Aridead with incredible thoughts.

You noticed Duran's gaze, Aridead grins convulsively.

Aridead's hands were shaking slightly.

Ali Dead is scared, too.

Still, Aridead behaves as a commander.

"If I give up, I want to end up there. If the good guys are waiting in the country, we're gonna have to win."

……

Dylan clenched the knitted ring with Ange's hair and nodded loudly.

Soon, the tremor had stopped.

"Flame bouncing!

Aridead jumps out of the shadow of a tree and unleashes sorcery against a cleric.

Countless flamebullets were inhibited by the cleric's unfolding invisible walls, but the flames burn into the leaves and grass on the ground.

The cleric covered his mouth with a sleeve of clothes.

"Flame bouncing!

Elf archers unleash magic.

Flamebullets were inhibited by the unfolding invisible walls of the clergy, just as they did when they were allied, but spread the flames beneath their feet.

People who can't use magic, including Duran, are not watching it in silence.

Stones and trees...... threw anything that was likely to cause damage.

That cleric was invincible or even the strongest, Duran squeezed the stone.

This attack certainly won't arrive.

But smoke works.

Maybe the cleric just covered his mouth reflexively, but the accuracy of the attack is decreasing.

Duran threw a stone and immediately hid himself in the shade of a tree.

Shortly after, the impact rocked the tree.

A light bullet fired by a cleric struck a tree.

Duran was regaining his calm.

I can also see why Aridead fled to the woods.

To use trees as shields.

A cleric is the worst opponent if there is no shield like a street and he knows where to go.

But it's not the worst if it's a place with a shield.

Of course, eating a direct hit from a light bullet won't spare you serious injuries, and you can't be alarmed by the blast.

Still, it's someone you can resist.

If Aridead had given up, Duran would have been killed without realizing he could resist.

"Run!

Duran followed Aridead's instructions and jumped out of the shade of the tree.

A blast mixed with pebbles and tree fragments strikes Duran's back.

Duran jumped into the shadow of a tree as he pulled the cleric apart in moderation.

Aridead and her men only had extensive experience in action and were sophisticated in how to avoid them.

Perhaps we should praise the fact that we reconstituted the formation while avoiding it.

Duran and the others were forming themselves to arc around the clergy.

The arc consists of multiple layers, close to the clergy... and when these people on the inside evade, the ones on the outside provide cover.

Repeat this to move and distance yourself from the clergy.

Duran clenched the stone and jumped out of the shade of the tree.

That's when.

Bruno's thrown stone directly hit the cleric's head.

The cleric retreats.

An arrow pierces the cleric's shoulder.

Now! Now's the only time! and Duran threw down the stone and ran towards the cleric.

Duran pulls out his sword as he runs.

"Then, fool!

Aridead's curse reached Duran's ear.

Cold sweat conveys Duran's spine.

Apart from Duran, there are fellows who jumped out of the shade of a tree.

Bruno is one of them.

Bruno is running ahead of Duran.

A cleric emits a light bullet.

The number of light bullets is low.

My buddy ate a direct hit of a light bullet and fell.

Duran roared to dispel his fears.

Bruno waves down his sword, but is prevented by a shield of light deployed flat in his hand by a cleric.

The cleric just emitted a light bullet.

Bruno receives a light bullet in his abdomen and collapses.

A cleric turned his hand flat on Duran.

The passage of time turns into something slow.

Death.

Death is approaching.

The white light gathers in the hands of the priest.

White, shining particles gather together to form light bullets.

Light bullets were emitted and soil sprayed up.

Duran hasn't sustained one scratch.

Bruno grabbed the cleric's ankle and let him take his aim off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Duran stuck his cuttoe to the cleric's chest so that he could hit his body.

The next moment Duran was convinced of the victory, the light burst.

Duran and Bruno were bounced by the light and rolled down the ground.

My body is paralyzed and I can't move.

The cleric glanced at Duran and turned himself over.

"Sounds like you don't have to chase me!

Duran stared away at the priest's back and exhaled heavily.

The Inquisitor goes west down the street.

The footprint is solid, but it was the effect of the divine art 'Activity'.

The Inquisitor can't even walk if he's supposed to.

So much depleted body is being moved by divine art.

There is repentance that did not accompany God's will.

Some anger has been inflicted on inferior subhumans.

But the Inquisitor thought he should heal the wound and wait for the next opportunity.

The Inquisitor fell.

The arrow was piercing the thigh.

The Inquisitor pulled through the arrows and healed the wounds with divine authority.

It hurt like a crack in the head.

An arrow pierces his shoulder and flank.

The Inquisitor tried to prevent arrows with kamikaze, but they were wearing out too much.

The Inquisitor takes off the street and flees the wasteland.

An arrow pierces the inquisitor relentlessly.

The inquisitor realized he didn't have the next opportunity and laughed like crazy.

If you don't have the next chance, there's one thing to do.

The Inquisitor prayed to God.

An arrow pierces the inquisitor, but the inquisitor felt no pain.

I sympathize with God more deeply than ever before.

Whoa! And the Inquisitor wept.

The Inquisitor was intoxicated by the feeling that his consciousness spread everywhere... the Inquisitor left his clothes and disappeared to dissolve in the air.

Ignis reached the city of Karina after days of forcible forces.

Nothing had changed in the city.

There was no visible change, but the atmosphere in the city was clearly different.

It feels as if the army is staring at each other.

Ignis slowly advanced his horse and noticed a large crowd gathering in the square.

The people gathered in the square were dressed in a miserable manner.

"Master Ignis!

When someone screamed, his gaze focused on Ignis.

As Ignis descended from his horse, one man knelt under Ignis' feet.

"What gathering?

"Yes, God's, we were gathered to hear the real voice"

Ignis remembered his glare.

Because I found out the correctness of the words of Prince Leggles and the horror of Chrono.

"I heard that the Mother God, who makes loess and conducts abundance, wants people to share in the grace of the earth."

The man's eyes looking up Ignis were moistened with tears.

Maybe hunger caused me to lose my loved ones.

The man sincerely seeks God.

It is not the God to whom the Kingdom's 'Temple' is dedicated, but the search for a new God.

Ignis stared at the crowd gathering in the square and bit his lips off.

So many people are looking for a new God.

I am seeking salvation from a new God.

Ignis has devoted his allegiance to King Magnus and fought for his kingdom.

I believed that by doing so, I could protect the people.

But what about the truth?

I couldn't even notice the suffering of the childhood familiar Aqua, that so many people were suffering.

"General Ignis, let me tell you the word of God"

The man put his hands together to pray.

Ignis shut up about what he could say to me right now.

I remember Fuwa Baba.

He also said when it was, that God's role was the approval of existence.

So what is the approval of existence?

How should I tell them?

Aqua, you... Ignis mocked herself for what, no, you didn't.

I'm sure Aqua wanted Ignis to love her.

I wanted to be beside Ignis.

Well, Ignis is convinced.

The people here want a place.

You can stay here.

I want that word.

Approval of existence is to be loved.

God's role is to give love.

Humans are parents, children, lovers, friends...... Humans can only love others in relationships.

But God is not.

God can love people through faith.

The new God that people seek is a loving being.

And those who serve a loving God must seek out ways to do so.

For that reason the priest of the Empire...... wasn't Zion doing the cookout?

Ignis knelt on the spot and squeezed the man's hand.

"God loves you all."

"... Dear Ignis"

The man overflowed with tears.

When Ignis returned to his territory, the sun was setting.

Ignis misled his fatigue with the divine art 'Activity' and hurried to his mansion.

The mansion was surrounded by creepy silence.

Ignis' feet were poised for Aqua's room.

The thought of having to protect Aqua was poking and moving Ignis.

As Ignis walked into Aqua's room, Chrono turned around ghoulishly.

Chrono seemed to be talking to Aqua sitting in the chair.

Again, anger engulfed me that you were going to use Aqua.

Ignis noticed, he was grabbing Chrono's neck and slamming him against the wall.

"Ignis, little dad, it hurts."

"Chrono, you are! He's you!

Chrono laughed as Ignis put his strength into his fingers.

It's like a crack, a grin that gives you a sense of bottomless malice.

"Ah, did you notice that?

"Oh, I finally realized you were trying to make a new god"

"What do you mean?

Aqua rose from his chair pale in his face.

I guess Aqua realized she was about to be used.

"This guy was trying to create a new god and start a civil unrest. The deal, the cookout, the drama, the fabric."

"New God? Ha ha, it's not that big."

Chrono laughed.

"What?

"What I was trying to do was contaminate my mind."

Ignis felt like he had finally been touched by the essence of Chrono.

For Chrono, God is an idea.

This guy should be killed here, Ignis says, and he raises his physical abilities with divine authority.

Even if you can't use your weapon, you can crush Chrono's neck.

"I want your hands off Master Chrono."

The blade touched Ignis' neck muscle.

When Ignis looked behind him over his shoulder, Faye stood with his sword.

"If you don't let Master Chrono go, you will die."

"Try it. There's plenty of time to kill Chrono, even with his neck slashed."

"Stop! Don't kill Ignis!

Aqua turned her palm to Faye.

An arrow of ice rises a few centimeters from Aqua's hand.

"Mmm, that's a trickle."

"Not really."

"If we get disturbed here by the shrine, we lose."

Rio and Leonhardt answer Faye.

Ignis realized defeat.

There is no Baba.

I can't even think of Theon taking the side of Ignis and the others.

"Lord Leonhardt, what shall we do?

Leonhardt laughed bitterly.

"I'm honored to be counting on you, but I'm not swallowing the situation."

"You guys, just do this."

"We have only cooperated at King Magnus's request."

How dare you! and Ignis looked back, Faye hastily retreated from the blade.

"I let the people of the kingdom know that their country's 'temple' is not absolute by strengthening the economic foundations of the Kings in the deal and letting them touch our country's 'temple'. I think we overdid the night ranger on the boulder."

Ignis bit his teeth.

The cooperation of the Empire, Chrono, is indispensable if the Kings are to confront the 'Temple'.

The worst was avoided, but the fate of the kingdom was held by the Empire.

That salvation at least leaves the possibility of eliminating the influence of the 'Temple'.

But it takes years, decades.

Ignis took his hand off Chrono.

"Ignis, little dad, I want to keep this friendly relationship going."

"... oh"

Ignis shook back the hand offered by Chrono.

A few days later, the pre-king meeting was reconvened.

Last time the high priests called Ignis, this time Ignis called the priests.

Ignis stared at the great priests who came later than King Magnus.

There is no appearance of Reum, the high priest of the "Pale Temple".

It seems that Reum was stabbed with an emotional rash.

"Ignis, calm down."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Sex."

Ignis answered Aqua and Baba briefly.

Albs sat face-to-face with Ignis and the other high priests at a moderate distance.

"Well, General Ignis. Why did you call us?

"Say hello."

Greetings? and Albs had a soft grin and inquired back.

"I'm here to launch a new 'Temple' with the two of you"

"The Grand Priest Temple of" The Black Temple "?

Albs asked Baba.

"I'm not going to do anything new, but honestly, it's annoying to be treated with you guys."

Baba replied as she wrapped her hair around her fingers.

"God loves man. God's love is an affirmation of existence. The new 'Temple' aims to give love"

"It's a personalized view, but it's heresy"

"Divergent?"

Ignis mocked and prayed to God in his heart.

Then the red shining particles were released from Ignis.

"If I were heretical, I wouldn't be able to use divine authority. On the other hand, can you guys use kamikaze? If you can only use Kamikaze, weaker than me, how can God lend me so much power to say you're heretical?

Albs' grin attracts me.

Of course, Ignis knows that the Great Clerics cannot use great divinity.

Baba held her belly and laughed at the Guerraggera.

Ignis flatters his tongue.

The reasoning taught by Chrono worked better than expected.

"Then let me express my opinion on the royal power. Considers that kingship is given by God and preserved by the virtues of the king and the will of the people"

"It is the 'Temple' that guarantees the legitimacy of the Crown"

"Well, the eagles decided to do that at dawn in the kingdom."

Albs stared at Baba.

No matter how much Albs complains about the role of 'Temple', it doesn't make sense in front of Baba.

"The Grand Priest Temple of" The Lacquered Black Temple, "what are you going to do?

"Town down."

It wasn't Baba who answered Albs' question, it was King Magnus.

King Magnus opened his mouth quietly.

"Ignis, I can't object to you organizing a new 'Temple' for the rest. But I don't even want to help you."

Albs smiles.

Because King Magnus thought we chose ourselves, not Ignis.

"But the rest is lost. I wonder which reflects the divine will. Therefore, I do not think that the rest should be convenient for either"

"Oh, that!

Albs stood up.

"God is also empowering Ignis. Asking God's will is disgusting."

"Well, I don't mean to reflect either opinion in politics."

Baba poked her cheek wand and laughed niggly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Scion"

"Yes!" The Mother God, who makes it loess and commands abundance!

As Chrono said, Zion knelt and touched the ground.

The yellow light was emitted only for a moment from Zion's hand.

"What do you say?"

"Yes, I'm under here. God!"

The ground rocked to respond to Zion's prayers.

Part of the ground softens and massive amounts of bone appear.

Ignis and Aqua stared at the Chronos from a little further away...... Chrono, Scion, Leonhardt, Rio, Faye, twenty mercenaries who usually protect merchants.

There are no three sub-people.

Looks like we went back to the Empire first.

It's the corner of the east and west streets where Ignis is.

Last year Ignis burned the remains of enemy soldiers to prevent the plague and buried them on the ground.

"Ignis, what are you thinking?

"... oh"

Ignis answered vaguely.

What the hell was Chrono thinking?

All of Chrono's ploys were frustrated along the way.

Ignis thwarted him.

But Chrono didn't look like he cared much.

Maybe Chrono just picked up a dead man.

"What did Chrono tell you?

"They didn't say what you were worried about. They just asked me to cooperate. You said if you were going to run away, you'd come to your own territory."

Well, Ignis nodded and stared at Chrono.

Chrono was stroking his men's bones to mercy.