"......."
He insistently put her in his eyes and didn't respond. No, I didn't.
Ailette put Isaac in his hand with an insignificant expression. And together they sprayed it in the flames.
Huarrüb!
The largest torch of all time soared.
With a huge blue flame in front of him, the two men's gazes were intertwined.
With her eyes raised a little because of her high shoes, she smiled at him.
"Well solved. Isn't it?"
"......."
A whisper that you can only stop hearing. At that time, he felt the warmth that had enveloped his hands drop.
Tak.
"......."
It was an impulse.
I grabbed the hand that was about to move away and locked it in my grasp.
With a little surprise, he asked, with his eyes widening in the light of the peridot.
"Why...... Is this what it looks like......?"
He didn't know for himself why the mid-bass aesthetic trembled.
On behalf of the untroubled Tesilide, Ailette took the necessary steps.
He naturally changed the shape of the hand that was held, making it look like he was escorting her in the eyes of others.
He answered the question with a question.
"Why? Isn't it pretty?"
"......."
He felt his tongue stiffen. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he woke up.
That wasn't the gist of my question. I tried to ask him what he was thinking, if he was thinking of revealing his identity.
The denomination will certainly crush and redeem her with its duties and responsibilities. Having experienced it firsthand, Tesilid was convinced.
"It's okay. Only trust me."
She gently pulled out her hand and turned around.
Even in front of the hundreds of church members who had gathered for the Autumn Day ceremony, her back and shoulders were not even atrophied.
"Sir Clovis."
The opponent under the altar immediately understood her request.
"Let me introduce you. The protagonist of the Divine Advent, Ailet Rodelaine."
"......!"
The suspicions were confirmed.
Breathtaking sounds came from all over the place. Even those who had guessed well were thrilled.
"This, this is right......!"
"I've waited 10 years!"
"Stand, Saint!"
Excitement and emotion swept the air hotly.
Then two of the cardinals who were sitting in chairs at the back of the altar arose.
It was a promise that seemed to have been made, but the look in the eyes of the two middle-aged men at each other was not multiplied.
The first to come out was a sturdy cardinal who resembled Clovis.
Bezalius Argent. The Pope was the representative of the pro-prosecutorial sect now in the midst of a war.
The arrogant voice of a powerful man who had never been an underdog in his life echoed.
The object was my son.
"Sir Clovis, I commend you for completing your mission. But when did you find it? The Council of Cardinals has not heard of anything at all."
"Five days ago, when I entered the Divine Power Test."
"Five days? Why didn't you post the report?"
"That's it..."
"I asked you to do that."
Presbyterian eyes turned to Ailet.
"Saint?"
"Yes."
"...... He would have meant procrastination of a confrontation with the Council of Cardinals. However, as much as the Holy Father did, it would have been nice to see him beforehand."
"It seems that Sir Clovis resembles a lot of the true Cardinal Yeha."
"......."
Such handiwork did not hide what your son had already done.
Bezalius' firm expression cracked.
The sight of the Chancellor of the Evangelical Province in one room became the joy of the Minister of Evangelical Affairs.
Decal Levanice, who stood at the crossroads of Bezalius Argent, did not miss this opportunity.
A middle-aged man with a scholarly impression smiled grattily as he adjusted his outer glasses.
"Greetings, yes. Cardinal Decal Levanice. I refrain from asking, was the 8th Divine Power that was sensed five days ago a courtesy?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I wanted to greet both of you today, so I asked Sir Clovis for a gold ball."
Decal, unlike Bezalius, approached with a gentle demeanor and words and deeds.
Whether this was the correct answer, the voice of the Virgin was also friendly.
These stark results have raised the alarm of those on the evangelical side while those on the prosecutor's side have increased their vigilance.
Ailet's words sparked a nervous battle between the two groups.
"And the title of Yehara is undeserved. I haven't received the ordination yet."
In an instant, Decal's eyes flashed.
"Huh-huh, no. At the same time, this is also a place of ceremonies, so I can deliver the ordination ceremony right away. Would you like to come closer, Saint?"
"Nonsense."
Bezalius shouted lowly.
"How the Minister of Evangelical Affairs is going to get out of here. It is the Holy Father of the Pope who is worthy to give the Sacrament of Baptism and the ordination to the Saint."
"He speaks hard. Every cardinal has the right to administer the sacraments and rituals."
"The authority is the same, so the authority will be the same."
"It's an old-fashioned way of courtesy. It is a matter of only the Holy Lady agreeing."
They were eager to claim one another the glory of laying their hands on the head of the Saint. It was a good means of elevating their majesty and authority.
"I have something to say."
Everyone's nerves were focused on Ailet.
The words of one young saint weighed more than the two long-lived powers.
The content that followed was even unconventional.
"I want to use the authority of the Virgin to create a knighthood. It's my friend and an organization that will carry out all kinds of missions."
"Yes?!"
Bezalius and Decal reacted in astonishment at the same time, as if they were salty.
Ailet's words continued boldly.
"I'm going to do it with two people who are formed, Sir Tessilid here with me."
"That's what it is!"
"Sir Tessilid needs a new affiliation. I'm good, the Tessilid hardness is good, and it's nice that the Chengcheng doesn't need administrative processing."
"No, Saint. Wait......."
"It is the right of the Virgin to have a knighthood under his command, and I think it will not be a problem. Oh, and of course I intend to fulfill my duty. We do dungeon torpedoes. S class or higher."
"Two, two of you S-class?"
"Do you do it alone? Even if it's a problem?"
"......."
It was the decals that took over the mind the fastest.
"As far as putting the Knights of the Patriarch under his command, it is the authority of the Saint. But no matter how much she is a saint, she cannot arbitrarily decide the course of a knights order, including herself. It's the realm of governance and management."
"Yes. That's what the Council of Cardinals does. She is not a formal office, nor does she have great authority."
Only the protocol is high, only the bishop. Ailet, who was well aware of this, nodded submissively, and the decal reflected.
"The word works. Then the Virgin is also obedient as a member..."
But he looked at Ailette ridiculously.
"So I want to get a position and get a senior position. Right now."
Most of the members, as well as Decal and Bezalius, opened their mouths.
This desire for unconcealed power. There has never been a saint like this.
The office desired by a person who has received the episcopal ordination is usually one. Bezalius looked through the eyelet with presbytery eyes.
"Do you mean you want to be a cardinal?"
"Nope. It's so common."
Since her presence was not ordinary, the demands were also different.
"Is there a saint or a position given to a saint who can use the divine coming?"
"......!"
That's another way of looking at how I knew. Ailett smiled whimperingly, wondering if she should have done this.
however.
"Ha, Haona, Saint......!"
It was also the moment when the discontent popped up somewhere. Ailet's expression faded.
"Oh, it doesn't really make sense."
The smile of a little while ago was one that squeezed her last patience.
"Saint, refrain from speaking .
"Who's going to do it."
The air around him shifted to a cold, expressionless and irritating voice.
"Hep."
"Suction."
The delightful ones took a breather. Even Bezalius, who was about to go on a large distance, sweated coldly.
"......."
With bewildered eyes, the saint could only glance at the members with an emotionless face.
Silence without threats.
But at this moment, Bezalius felt a tingling of tension and nervousness at his fingertips.
The saint wants to do something.
Then the saint's fine lips slowly opened. Like slow motion.
He spit out his anger.
"Divine Advent."
Everything happened in an instant.
"......."
His hair, which looked like cherry blossoms, was pure silver, and his eyes glowing like a peridot changed color to a sun-like golden glow.
Her two legs refused to stand in the same line as the creatures on earth.
As she entered the realm of transcendence, her level of divine power rose to the next level.
The 9th Divine Force, which had exceeded the limits of man, crushed the entire Chengcheng Province.
"Boom......."
"Ugh......."
It was indeed a sacred disaster.
She looked down at the humans at an elevated eye level. It was a heartless gaze that could not be expected to be merciful.
"Warning. Don't think of using me for faction fighting."
"......."
Only then did Bezalius and Decal realize that they had forgotten the subject and had made a great mistake.
The other person is not an ordinary saint. He is God's own earthly representative.
You tried to tame and use such a person for your taste, what a crazy thing this is!
Bezalius and Decal immediately thought that they might be punished with gods.
But the saint was more generous than they thought.
"I don't know how long I'm going to have to wrestle with you. I just made the demands that are set out in the rules. The rights and powers I deserve. Is it hard to admit that?"
"......."
"Tell me, the two heads of inspection and evangelism."
"......."
I couldn't help but realize that this was really my last chance.
The two cardinals barely moved their tongues.
"The words of the Virgin are right."
"Do as you please, Saint."
Only then did the saint regain a little of her smile. The tail of the mouth, which curves through the flesh, was fascinating even in the midst of this chill.
Everyone knew that it was part of the power bestowed upon them by the favor of God. So I was afraid of beauty.
In the void said the Saint.
"We go straight from the ordination and the ordination. Now, who would take the glory of touching my head? We will set it on a first-come, first-served basis."
"......."
"Isn't there?"
There was no way there would be.
Who would dare to climb to that height and touch the Eucharist?
"Oh my."
It was a soulless pity.
"Then neither the ordination nor the ordination is to be taken down by myself."
She pretended to put her right hand on my head.
It was not a godly baptism, but a gesture of beckoning as if to lift up a crown that was invisible to itself.
Of course, no one pointed to her ritual.
The saint, who lowered her hand, gave her gaze to the blonde paladin under the altar.
"Now what would you call me, Sir Clovis?"
"......."
Clovis took a deep breath.
The Saint's request was an introduction. As I said earlier, the moment when the Saint really wants to use him will be now.
Clovis gave an example.
"I see the New Bible Yeha."