In the second week of January, the fourth day after the attacks on the Nordic Magic Circle continued to ferment.

Due to the stubborn resistance of the five major mythological associations at the apex, which finally ended in the collapse of the whole line, the purge of the two "saints" finally reined in.

Although the situation looks like it is about to subside, the impact of this incident is still within the scope of the world level.

And in order to grasp the direction of the 'situation', it is not only the special forces from the "English Puritanism" who have taken action.

In addition to them, those who have been active in the 'back' are also gathering for a 'certain purpose'.

……

- St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican.

Inside this "Roman Orthodox Church" stronghold with 2 billion followers, a rude female voice sounded in complete contrast to the solemn atmosphere.

"Hmph, you actually called me back for this reason, who do you think was adjusting that troublesome Limiting Technique at sea?"

In the corner surrounded by the shadows of the dark stone pillars, a woman can be seen stepping on the ground in dissatisfaction, releasing the pressure that has accumulated so far.

And the object of her questioning was an old man with a different aura and courage.

"What is your attitude? Since it is an existence similar to the "Son of God", it is not wrong to be respectful and cautious. I don't think you as a crusader don't understand the meaning of "saint". ”

The old man's answer showed a majesty that ordinary people did not have, but in the end, he was bitter because of the other party's ignorance.

Even if he is the Pope of Rome, he is so powerless in the face of the 'darkest part' who really holds the power of internal discourse.

"Hah, so what?"

The woman with her eyes glaring and biting on the imitation cross came out of the shadows.

Her face was disfigured by various metal objects pierced on it, but I didn't care.

"No, it's okay to care about 'saints' so much, have you forgotten 'our' goal? Finally sat in this position, but the result has not learned to be satisfied? ”

"You ——!"

Without giving the old man a chance to attack, the woman continued to speak in a flirtatious tone.

"Besides, isn't Terra already gone, so why do you want me to do it? Isn't it a problem to make such a big deal for a "saint"? ”

“……”

The old man, who was questioned like this, was silent.

As the woman said, 'they' are not something that can be moved at will.

The so-called 'final weapon in two billion' is not just a casual title.

If you really want to go into detail, the most suitable of 'them' to deal with the matter related to the 'saint' should be another man who used to be a mercenary.

So, there are actually two people who are skeptical here.

It's a pity that none of them have the final say.

"Maybe."

It's better to end the conversation early.

The Pope shook his head and glanced at the 'back' in compromise.

"But this matter is not my intention alone."

He believed that the other party could understand the meaning.

So, the old man, who had said no more, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to when the woman came.

“…… I know! Otherwise, why do you think I'm here to talk nonsense with you. ”

With a sigh of anger, her gaze slowly shifted to the front.

It was the 'deepest' part of Roman Orthodoxy.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Smacking her lips, the woman in charge of the Vent pronounced a name somewhere.

……

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The snow off the beaten track is not suitable for travel.

This was the conclusion reached by the girl who temporarily stayed in the countryside by the lake.

Although it's a great place to experiment with something that wants to be studied, even a "saint" would want to have a hot cup of coffee in a heated shop after running around in the snow for so long.

Where in Northern Europe she is now, to be honest, Zela herself doesn't know.

However, I have seen the road markings before, and I should have entered the Danish border.

On the way from Sweden, probably because of the commotion in the past few days, intelligence officers searching for her whereabouts can often be found in villages and small towns.

This was deliberately permissively allowed by Zela.

After all, it was a body that had just been 'born', and she needed more battles to hone her abilities.

At the same time, she can also take this opportunity to find an 'opportunity' to truly integrate into the magic side.

Although the identity of "saint" has brought a lot of benefits, it is slightly awkward in terms of positioning.

Those big forces based on the world will not easily 'let go' her, nor will they 'accept' her casually.

Trouble is trouble, and these are only secondary.

For some reason, she's been here for days.

The results are still unsatisfactory.

Communicating with magic with her eyes closed, Zela looked at the lake with a rare look of exhaustion.

I didn't expect it to be so difficult to just correct the four elements of a leyline, which hurt her self-confidence somewhat.

（…… Without enough 'knowledge' about 'fire' and 'earth', is it really too hasty...... ）

Brushing her hair, Zela raised the 'original text' in the eyes of outsiders with her other hand, collecting more valuable magical information today.

Before that, one thing has been confirmed.

That is, the "laws" of this world have indeed been distorted.

Obviously, the arrangement of the four elements and their corresponding positions are tilted a little bit, but the magicians still use magic as usual.

Unbeknownst to all, the 'world' is facing a crisis.

It is precisely because of this that she was not hindered when she made this body, because there was already a bigger 'loophole'.

Perhaps, the traits that Zela possesses now, and the magic she wield, are the 'most correct form'.

It's a question she doesn't know whether to be happy or upset.

After all......

- Click, click.

In the middle of this thought, there was a sound of footsteps behind me that seemed to be made on purpose.

（…… Well? ）

After a moment of surprise, the corners of Zela's originally steady mouth curved elegantly.

She already knew what she had exposed, and some people would not be indifferent, but was it 'them' who were the first to lose their breath?

"Alas, alas, I didn't expect that the 'saint' in the report was really just a little girl?"

As he said this, the 'guest' who came with the 'weapon' smiled calmly.

“…… Hehe, in the wizarding world, judging by appearance is the most stupid thing to do, don't you think? ”

She smiled as well and looked at the man in front of her.

The darkest part of the Roman Orthodox Church.

"God's Right Seat."

And also

The Land on the Left.