The Devil Who Grants Wishes

‘What is it…?’

Saint Celestine is puzzled as she tilts her head.

Because people have changed so much.

Instead of serving the goddess, she became a faithful servant of the gods, just as the archbishop did when she was fortunate to give out even a pretend prayer.

That too in the blink of an eye.

‘How could it be so quickly… um.’

Of course, if it was falsehood, that is, hypocrisy, it should lead to repentance, but the Archbishop Celestine saw was not like that.

She literally was just worshiping a goddess.

In the eyes of Celestine, who possessed the qualities of her saint, Archbishop Pierre had the attitude of an upright priest who, although quite radical, could be seen as a model for all.

‘I don’t know what the wind was, but this must be a blessing from the Goddess-‘

“Saint, are you listening to me?”

“Hey!? Yes… Yes?”

At that moment, Celestine’s thinking is cut off in an instant by her outside intrusion.

As she recalls the sudden change of the archbishop she met yesterday, the saint, who was immersed in her thoughts, answers the priest’s question with surprise, and the priest who sees it sighs and continues her words.

“Ah, ah, ah… that’s… so…”

“Wow… I guess you didn’t hear me, so I’ll say it again. The Imperial Archdiocese and the Empire of Aquileia have reached a consensus, and you must lead a large-scale sanctification service between the two groups.”

“Yes, yes…”

“It’s so urgent that it has to be done in a few hours. Do you have any problems?”

“That… no, no. It’s fine.”

The tone of his voice is low and the tail is blurred, so it’s a very poor answer, but the priest doesn’t have any doubts about Celestine’s answer.

Yep, she’s a saint.

Because she is blessed with all sorts of prayers that she can recall without reading a book, without education, just by practicing, as if she is receiving revelation.

Even though she is shy or shy, the saint who recalls all kinds of prayer phrases and even forgotten prayer phrases as if for granted is arguably the most powerful spear and shield of the Seraphia Church of the present generation.

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“…”

These days, Lena says she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing herself.

Because Iris, who had been so desperate, the hero who seemed to collapse infinitely with a slight touch, is now as strong as ever.

The existing Hero’s party members are relieved that Iris has finally returned to its original state, but from the point of view of Lena, who does not know the previous Iris at all, it seems that the person has changed completely overnight.

“Oh, wait a minute. I’ll be back.”

“…Yes, please go.”

Even more disturbing is the attitude of Iris, who almost worships Faust.

Do I have to put my hand on his bare chest to have a conversation with Faust, or do Iris leave to talk secretly with Faust dozens of times a day?

It’s difficult, but understandable.

Iris was saved twice without giving her soul, but showing such an attitude of worship towards Faust is an area that can be fully understood.

But… Hero’s party members, these guys are different.

I try to understand as much as I can, but I just can’t.

[Iris, you’ve been fine again these days. Do not overdo the training.]

[Well, I was worried because he suddenly made strange noises about what nightmares he had.]

‘It’s not a nightmare, you idiots…!’

She has no memory of being resurrected by Faust, and seeing the party members who dismiss the hero’s confession as a mere nightmare, Lena swears to herself.

No, how could an accident be so narrow-minded?

Does it make sense to pass on Iris’s face, such an atmosphere, and her tone of voice as a mere nightmare?

After receiving training directly from Faust, they are unable to combine their experiences with one another.

Not just one or two, but all of the party members.

If I stay here for a long time, my head will change, so I think I should get to Antala, my destination, and leave as soon as possible.

It’s like a flower garden in your head, like a golem made of not a human… Wait, golem?

‘…something is strange.’

It is said that she is only a week old, but Lena, who has been with the hero and group, looks back on her memories and falls into her doubts.

Even if they are short-lived, their actions are too fragmentary and linear.

It’s like seeing a golem designed to say B if you put A. From simple dialogues to questions, I feel as if I am speaking according to a certain rule.

Of course, as it becomes a habit, it is said that people always say the same thing, but the frequency and intensity of interest are too severe.

It was as if his personality had been discolored.

‘…I want to find out more.’

Lena glances up at the sky, averting her gaze from her warrior’s comrades for a moment, as she decides to keep an eye on the warrior’s party members whenever she has something ahead.

And her hero’s party members glanced at Lena’s back at the same time, and then soon returned her eyes again.

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“Ha ha…”

Lucia breathes a sigh of relief today.

No, it was only 4 days to say today, but for Lucia, that was a long enough time.

Because Iris is finally moving in earnest and starting to make contact with her dad.

“Coroke, where did you go?”

“You have gone on a mission to remove the Magi.”

Lucia, who became a true vassal of Faust thanks to Magi’s circulation through the link, was able to find out that her dad was cheating on her.

But Lucia is blinding it with his generous heart.

Because she can’t imagine that she’d like the girl she’d only met for a few days more than she did.

“…In addition?”

Of course, that’s not the only reason Lucia turns a blind eye to her father’s affair.

Because her dad might hate him if he’s upset about her affair, and because her dad could leave him forever, Lucia is hiding her anxiety and pretending to be generous with her. .

But now that too is slowly coming to a limit.

“Are you really going to get rid of the Magi? You didn’t go to see Iris, did you?”

Lucia feels terribly betrayed by her father, who she abandons herself and goes to meet her affair.

She even converses with her affair in front of her own eyes, as if she’s been watching her over and over, making her increasingly nervous for Lucia, which made her respond nervously to Aigokeros.

“How am I supposed to lie to Lucia?”

“You listen to your father’s orders before me. How do you believe it?”

“…”

Aigoo hears Lucia’s answer, and Keros swallows it in his mind, asking why he’s asking himself.

It’s also a very aggressive word that can’t be said to the owner, but it’s because he knows that advice or advice won’t work for Lucia, who has become so reckless.

Over the past 16 years, Aegoceros, who has been deeply aware of this fact, decides, as he did, to watch and wait for Lucia’s condition to improve.

“Hey… what the hell happened, Daddy’s strong. He’s great, he’s the best in the world…”

“Lucia-sama?”

However, this time, Aegoceros’ strategy did not work.

The reason Aegoceros’s waiting strategy has worked so far is that only delusions were the driving force behind Lucia, but this is not the case now.

Lucia, who saw the evidence of an affair with her eyes, smelled it with her nose, and felt it through her skin, showed no sign of fading away no matter how much time passed.

Rather than subside, the emotion is rather heightened as time goes by.

“But how can you do this for such a long time… huh!?”

Above all, the father that Lucia sees can truly wield the power of God.

Can he not control the ego and personality of a person at will, and can even manipulate time and transform space?

But, Lucia couldn’t believe that a father who was that strong would leave his side like this every day, just to get rid of Magi.

Lucia only sees his father’s steps as an excuse to leave his side and go to Iris.

“No more… no more…”

kugugu

In the end, Lucia’s feelings can’t be tolerated any longer.

When the magic and mana mixed with Lucia’s resentment are released, the whole mansion shakes and dust begins to fall from the ceiling.

The decorations of the luxurious mansion fell from the display stand and scattered on the floor, and the ceiling, walls, and floor coated with high-quality materials were rough and cracked, revealing an ugly face.

“…Lucia-sama, please calm down.”

Seeing this, Aigo Keros discards his existing strategy and soon chooses a way to stop Lucia directly.

It’s not something the devil would do to simply release emotions like this.

Since such a thing is only done by low-level prey or eccentric demons, Aegoceros strives to preserve Lucia’s dignity.

“Really?! You look really cool!?”

“Lucia-sama, please calm down— huh?!”

At that moment, Aigokeros felt a strange sensation.

Aigo Keros, who had just been trying to convince Lucia, cut her attention in an instant and lifted her head to look at her ceiling.

Seeing this, Lucia thinks that he has been ignored and becomes even more angry, but now Aigo Keros has no time to care about such things.

The mana and magic that make up his own body are trembling, and eventually they are scattered in the air and evaporated.

As far as Aegoceros knows, there is only one demonic body that has experienced this.

divine magic.

It was also strong enough to exorcise his own body as a Demon Lord.

“–Get away from it!!”

aah!!

When Aegokeros throws himself away and pushes away Lucia, who is standing ambiguously without understanding the situation, a huge pillar made of brilliant gold falls on top of Aegoceros.