Maouyome

... Apparently, I made a fool of myself.

My blessing takes its shape for the first time.

Full blessings, full of thoughts.

Prayer becomes a pillar of light with magic.

The pillar of light enveloped me and the Virgin, pushed through the ceiling and stood upright for heavenly heights.

... in front of everyone's eyes.

"... be!? Shit, back then."

The brave man squeals in consternation.

"This is... Mr. Lefia gave you this?

The flashing voice would be the Master Law.

"... this, Master Lefia"

The first Lean Shade to see this also seems uncommonly bewildered. It must be about me, too, to always surprise her so calmly.

If you're talking about... this.

"Still a foolish magic, though."

Don't be silly, pervert.

The others seemed to stand idle without words.

Mr. Anessa is definitely,... I guess he's stopped.

"... Mr. Leffia"

The Virgin's shrugged voice reaches her ear.

Shit. I'm so sorry, I can't see my face properly.

... Totally, I did.

The Virgin promised me that she would keep her mouth shut that I had the gospel. You promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone and that one person would keep it in its chest.

The Gospel is an indicator given to show those who possess a vessel of soul capable of accepting a goddess. Indicated mark.

People have vessels of souls of a determined size for each of them, and say that the total amount of magic they possess is determined by their size.

Magic is invisible if it is meant to be.

It had a density high enough to be visual, and in an enormous amount of constant human separation, it caused the pillars to stand.

... Shit. Too much.

Did you find out about this?

Peek into the face of the Virgin from below.

The Virgin was turning her complexion bright blue and laughing bitterly with a very troubled face.

……

……

... Ahhh.

I'm sorry.

I can't help it if I've done it.

Here, I just have to brace my stomach.

It's totally my mistake to activate my full blessing without thinking. But I pray for the best of you, Torte, so you can't just not pray as hard as you can.

To Torte and the others who couldn't help you.

Now that the seven-night fever is coming to an end, I think it is only with the small sacrifice of saying 16 that we have gained in exchange for 16 lives.

Regret and thoughtlessness. Repentance and apology.

Thank you for that and... with respect.

In the hope of peace and tranquillity from the heart.

You don't have to pray for it.

My stomach bracketed, and I decided to be ready.

Whatever happens after that, it's the only way to be.

Let's think about it when things go wrong.

I can magic my wishes even more.

Magic power helps answer prayers.

Construct blessings so as not to defy the flow of power.

Wide, deep,... gently.

so that we can push through everywhere.

To envelop endlessly.

Bless your life.

Rest in peace, that......

……

……

... I'm sorry.

Thanks.

"Blessings" are complete and particles of light pour down.

The indoors are filled with the light of blessings.

Strangely enough, the light of blessings brought about by magic pours down without being blocked by ceilings, walls, etc.

Something about this, wow.

A magical fantasy space expands.

... It's magic.

Particles of light that seemed to stop coming down immediately continued to do so for some time afterwards. Particles of light give a slippery blessing to those who touch it.

For old and young, for the rich and for those who do not.

To those who have life, and to those who can die.

To all without separation.

Eventually, the flood of light subsides.

The silence returned to the scene.

I stood up softly and bowed my head to the Virgin.

"Thank you, Virgin"

"... Ah, yes, no....... wonderful, it was a blessing. It was a great blessing, really."

The Virgin and I smile at each other, Nicole.

...... yeah. That's it.

Now,... that's okay.

"Isn't that the same 'blessing' you saw in the fort now? Blessings from that time..."

The Master has held his voice and asked.

The Virgin and I look back slowly.

"No. 'Blessings' at that time was something I built. This is the first time that Mr. Lefia's" Blessings "have taken shape. It was... wasn't it, Mr. Beradne?"

"... at the fort. - You're right. I did build it, and it was the Virgin."

The Virgin nods at the words of Bel Adone and returns her gaze to the Master of Law.

"At that time, with the magic of Mr. Leffia, Mr. Beradne helped me, and I built it"

"The magic of Mr. Lefia...... That means if Mr. Lefia..."

Bite your lips sooner into the Master's words.

It has been discovered that I have the gospel.

What happens now......

Exactly a little, anxiety prevails.

The Virgin gently held my hand, which strengthens her body.

When I look at him, he smiles at me like he's ready somewhere.

"Mr. Lefia is the one the Demon King chose to be his own bride. You are not the one who should be the Virgin of the Gospel."

The Virgin ran out clearly in front of everyone.

The Virgin, the head of the Virgin Church with the Goddess as the pillar of faith, made us clearly deny the divine entrustment from the Goddess.

The eyes of the temple officials who know what it means are opened.

... No.

Don't be surprised how long I've been connected to you. Belle Adone.

You have no idea.

Bel Adone, completely irrelevant, was next to surprise, and for some reason only the Master of Laws could see how surprised he was. On the contrary, he looks rather at the Virgin with some pitiful glance.

"... since when did you know, Mariel"

"It was when I saw Mr. Lefia's magic at the fort.... Your uncle is the one who knew."

"It's too much to buy. Maybe so, I just had some doubts.... That was hard, Mariel"

"... I'm sorry for your concern. Now, it's okay. That's when someone helped me."

The Virgin and the Lawmaster exchange words between just the two of them, subtly blurring the subject.

The Virgin looked at Bel Adone at the end and bowed her head small.

Belle Adone nods softly.

... and dude.

Did someone help you, Sole?

Is there someone there?

Seriously?

"... Bel Adone helped the Virgin?

"I don't know, hey, honey."

... convinced.

"... why did you fall for it?"

Because it's Bel Adone.

"... so, that's good. Mariel."

With a strong willingness to speak out, the Master asks.

The Virgin nodded quietly and slowly, bowing her head.

"Please, please. Master Law."

"If you choose to do so, you have nothing to say from me. I have no right to say anything now. I was the only one who brought you to the temple."

"Thank you.... Uncle."

"... I'm so sorry. It must have been hard."

"No. I sincerely believe this is now a good idea"

"... well. Thank you, Mariel."

When the Master bows his head to the Virgin, he looks back to Lord Cardinal beside him.

"Well, we have to hurry back outside. There must be a lot of noise going on out there with" Blessings "right now. We must hurry back and explain to everyone."

"... Ah, yes.... but Master Lawyer"

"I wish for an end to the Seven Nights Fever, and I must tell you that the Virgin Mariel prayed to the Holy City for 'Blessings'. Mariel, the Virgin of the Gospel, prayed."

"... so, you're welcome"

To Sir Cardinal's reconfirmation, the Master returns yes.

"If what guides and shows us is the gospel, I think the gospel should also be in our breasts. I just want it to be for us and our good friends."

"... ok. I agree with you that it should be, too."

Sir Cardinal also bowed his head deeply.

……

It's too hard to understand what you're saying.

I mean... What do you mean?

"Uh, excuse me, Master Law. I mean, is that it? Our Virgin will continue to be Mariel, and can we honestly congratulate Mr. Lefia on becoming the daughter-in-law of the Demon King?

The brave man put it together briefly.

... helpful.

"I mean, that's what it is."

"No objection. That's why I'm going out there to get rid of the others. If it's the same 'blessing' as it was at the fort, then it must be a big fuss."

"I asked. Let's go too."

Apparently...

It kind of subsided while I said yes.

I have to be stunned as I drop off the lawyers' backs hurrying back down the hallway.

"... Um, thank you. Virgin."

"I made a promise to a friend."

I feel the strength of my heart to the Virgin, who looks back gently.

I really feel strongly that I got a friend who is difficult to replace.

'Blessings' at this time, as they did last time, once again poured all over Alistair.

If there was Mr. Shiki here, I guess I could calculate from the magic build formula and figure out the approximate range of effects, but no one could just do that.

I asked Bel Adne to try it out, but she refused because calculating the build formula in numbers would give me a headache.

Even geniuses seem to be bad at it.

And by the time this sudden blessing noise subsided, the Seven Nights Fever's end was widely proclaimed by the Master.

The declaration of emergency has been lifted.

The battle, which lasted 60 convenient days, was finally over.

Total number of people infected with seven-night fever, 21,158.

Number of patients who reached high fever, 658.

Number of patients who reached the debilitating phase, 26.

Number of victims, 16.

Seven-night fever feared that the country would perish if the outbreak was confirmed, and even said that the lethality rate would exceed 90%.

Even though more than 20,000 people were infected with the seven-night fever, the consequent number of victims was 16, and the impact on the history of the epidemic is immeasurable.

The Sacred Capital will attract great interest from the countries concerned, who watched the trend carefully.

─ ─ Miracle Capital.

That's how the Holy Capital becomes known, with all the thoughts of the universe.

For the first time in history, as the capital beaten by the Seven Nights Fever.

But I do.

We know.

That wasn't a miracle.

He said it was a man's business.

We all fought, saying it was the result.

We know.

And.

A joint funeral to mourn the victims was to be held as a national burial.