“I banished the Saintess myself.”
No harm would come to the church. That is the only reason I would allow the hero to act out of our control. I pulled a cigarette from his pocket and held it to his mouth, a searing yellow glow emanating from the tip of my knobby index finger. It was the sacred fire of the Holy Law Technique. I placed my finger on the end of the cigarette and took a long drag to light it.
“God bless you on your way, Hero.”
The cigarette smoke escaped from my mouth like a veil.
*** Elroy’s POV ***
It’s the weekend. The weather was beautiful.
“Even a hero should rest on a weekend like this…. Fuck my life.” I left the house again today, dragging my heavy body, and found myself chatting with a soldier at a checkpoint on the way out of the Capital. My original plan was to rest, but after my conversation with Bishop Andrei, I changed my mind. This hero had no time for rest.
“It’s a long weekend, and you’re working hard, hero.”
“It’s the same for you.”
Today, there was no Daphne by my side. No protective magic to wrap around me. Today, it’s just me and the holy sword at my waist.
“… Let’s go.”
I drew my holy sword and began to walk into the breezy, quiet forest.
Today’s goal: Open the first level of the Holy Sword.
