Chapter 83 – -82- The Demon King and the Saint

“God, who is the light of all people, and the greatest of all gods, save us.”

At the Tarneck Monastery, which is said to be the chapel closest to the main deity, on the highest ground in the Holy Palace, Saint Cecilia was still praying to the Savior of Light.

“Lumina, Goddess of Light and Mercy, have mercy on the worship of the Lamb…”

After going to and from the orphanage, she was reborn as the Goddess of Light was chosen.

Back alley prankster. Giselle, a red-haired tomboy, was chosen by the goddess on a cold winter night.

In the middle of the night, a ray of light descended on the moonlight, shining on a small orphanage on the outskirts of the city, creating a miracle that turned midnight into broad daylight.

The joy I felt at the moment when my wavy, powerless red hair was dyed pure white, shining white according to the will of the merciful goddess.

With blessings flowing through every inch of her body, she knew that she had been chosen by God.

That joy, the intense relief of being saved, the sanctity she felt in her loving arms, she will never forget until the end of her life.

Thus, little Giselle became Saint Cecilia.

For Giselle, the experience of being chosen by God was an intense experience that shook both the mind and body.

“Lumina-sama…” The stained glass depicting the struggle of the goddess of light, shining ivory in the bright sun, beautifully decorated the white chapel.

In the middle of the pouring multicolored light, Saint Cecilia lowered her head, which shone softly with her divine power, trying to hear the voice of her goddess.

“Once again, teach your lowly servant…”

It was then. The goddess Lumina, whom the saintess admired and longed for with her burning thirst, responded to her earnest wishes.

Sensing joy that seemed like she would lose her mind and pure joy running through her veins, Saint Cecilia listened to the words of her goddess.

“Listen, my child”

With a voice that was sweeter than the soft silk parched in her sunlight, the goddess gave her oracle to her saintess whom she cherished.

“The great evil that covers the continent has stirred up again.”

The goddess warned of her calamity in a stern voice.

“Demon King, that cursed life stained with sin has returned again after dying four times.”

The goddess conveyed the great event of the fifth demon king’s resurrection to humans.

“The human world will groan at the vileness of the ugly life that pretends to be a god.”

“Lord, save us…” The saintess begged for her salvation, trembling in fear at the tragic news conveyed by the goddess.

“But fear not, I am with you.”

“The heroes of each continent will defeat the demon lord”

“Although the human world is scattered like broken porcelain, noble heroes will unite and advance as one body.”

The saintess rejoiced at the suggestion of salvation and sought an answer.

“Lord! Righteous Goddess, Most Exalted One, why are we looking for a hero?”

“Oh, my child, my little sweet Cecilia,” The goddess answered her saintly question kindly.

“Don’t worry for a second, finding a hero won’t be difficult.”

“The Demon King sent unclean beings into this world”

“Its height exceeds 20 cubits, it has black scales like a dragon’s, and it has the power to destroy a city.”

“Ah… Please save me”

“But don’t worry, the Lord’s chosen hero has already defeated them.”

“Go and seek an answer from both the faithless and the faithful.”

“Ask who the heroes who slain the beast are.”

“Their reputation must have been widely known all over the continent, so you will find them easily.”

The merciful goddess ordered her servants to gather heroes and defeat the Demon King.

Cecilia rejoiced at being able to obey her goddess’ commands, and raised her thanks to her.

To her own faithful saint, she added her blessings.

“You join them, add my blessing”

“You are Cecilia. My most precious servant, Cecilia, become my lamp and save the world with my light along with the heroes.”

“Free the heroes from sin, and guide them to the right path of faith”

“I will be with you”

“Ah…! Lord…!” The saintess’ white skin shimmered like pearls.

When she was first chosen, no, even stronger divine power than then enveloped the saintess’ body.

The pure divine power forged by the Goddess of Light and Mercy herself greatly enhanced her ability as a priest.

The monks and nuns who felt the great holy power pouring down on her as if anointing her with oil, and the monks and nuns who came to the chapel witnessed the miracle.

“Aaaaa…! I could never have imagined witnessing a miracle, a miracle performed by the Goddess herself…!”

“The goddess has descended…!”

Enveloped in light, the saintess slowly fell from the air to the ground, like a goddess who had descended to the ground.

“Goddess… No, saintess…! Was the oracle given?”

With her holy power, Saint Cecilia immediately opened her slightly twinkling eyes and said to her priests gathered in the chapel.

At the oracle that the fifth demon king had been resurrected, the gathered believers were shocked and afraid.

“Oh my God…”

Her face turned pale in an instant, and some who lacked faith tried to pass out. Even if you read it only in books, the news of the return of the demon king, who left terrible scars on the continent every time he descended, was shocking news.

Saint Cecilia did not like their reaction. Pinning the one she feared most, the old monk, she admonished in a low voice.

Staring at his trembling eyes with unwavering golden eyes, the saintess asked him.

“Brother William, why are you afraid?”

“That’s right, the demon lord…! In our village, half of the population died 400 years ago…!”

“Ordinary people, if it’s William, it’s okay to be afraid.”

Cecilia scolded the believer for lack of faith in a stern voice.

“However, ‘Monk William’ who lives in faith should not be like that. To the people who are wandering without faith, he must personally prove that those who are with the Lord are not shaken.”

“The Lord is with the believer, so why are you afraid?”

She said while making a ball of vivid divine power bestowed by the goddess from her hands.

The old monk, moved by the divine power he felt, shook off her fear and began to praise the goddess.

Other believers were also trembling at the size of the brilliant and pure divine power, and were able to correct their belief that the goddess was with them.

Believers who heard the prophecy announcing the king’s move and the subsequent salvation praised the goddess.

“As servants of the goddess, you have a job to do.”

The devotees, burning with enthusiasm, happily obeyed the words of the goddess delivered by the saintess.

Having communicated her goddess’ will to find her hero, she resumed her unfinished ode.

“Lord, I will revive in faith”

Wishing blessings for the nuns and monks who were busy delivering the news, Cecilia prayed to the goddess with a pure body.

***

That time, demon

After the death of the 4th Demon King, a cursed land appeared in the middle of the continent that no sane person would ever go to.

The curse he left behind at the time of his death turned part of this continent into a land where non-demons could not live.

In the demon king’s castle in the middle of the land, the fifth demon king, Luciferia, sat alone in her scroll.

The one who is the owner of all mines.

The 5th savior who will save Manma.

The one who will stand at the pinnacle of all life.

The most noble of all demons

Luciferia, who has countless different nicknames, was moaning from an unexpected headache.

One of the seven members of the family sent down to scout the level of military force in the human world has died.

And that too, in the most unexpected places.

“Nonsense, why?”

There were a total of 7 members of her own household.

One of the Free Harkion Tribal Confederation, a country of beastmen.

One in Elbnia, the kingdom of the elves.

One of the magic towers in Runnia, the headquarters of magic.

One of the Seonghwangcheong, which serves the cursed goddess.

One of the Holy Kingdom of Contresso, which unifies and rules the tribes of the desert.

One of the kingdom of Emor, famous for its powerful knights.

Finally, the one with the weakest national power, Lucas.

Even though the other members of the family lost most of their bodies, they managed to escape by faking death.

“In the principality that I thought was the most easygoing…

The death of a member of her family, which she had painstakingly created and connected to her mind, gave her a throbbing migraine.

Leon Sodus and Bella Sodus, the magician and the somewhat skilled magician, etc., The family he had created with great care was defeated.

To the extent that he could not even fake death and escape, he was struck with overwhelming firepower in an instant.

“Was it a skill that was greater than I thought? I thought it was a prank that scammers like…

She raised her guard against the name Leon Sodus, not thinking of the possibility that her family would be victimized by the wizard who assisted him.

“Leon Souders…I will remember you personally”

She remembers the name that annoyed her, and she

From her lofty throne, she thought, looking down on her own domain, which her humans called ‘the cursed land’.

“Well, it’s just a minor loss that won’t affect the great country anyway.”

Losing a member of your household? It was definitely a loss to her, but one that only gave her a brief migraine.

He couldn’t even imagine that he, the master of ten thousand horses, who had reached the pinnacle of all black magic, would be defeated.

The continent was more divided than ever, and the level of the “Heroes” She personally confirmed was below her expectations.

“The last one to laugh is this body. It must be Luciferia.”

With a lofty figure, she looked out over the Demon Realm from the lofty castle of the Demon King and smiled evilly with a confident expression.