Chapter 438 – Fall of Heaven (4)

“I like the faith I have for myself, the affection I have for my husband, and the love for humanity toward all the good people living in this world. Anyway, I pray with all my love. “That will be enough.”

“… “I am confident in that.”

Helena smiled softly at Solari’s explanation and got down on one knee toward where Yandel was.

The curved leisure… No, the surging blue was originally the goddess of beauty and love.

That is why in the past, all the mermaids who followed the surging waves were handsome men and women.

Because of her beauty, she aroused the jealousy of the fisherman, and was destroyed by her bastards and their owner, the narrow-minded usurper.

… Anyway, although it is a slightly unfamiliar story, love is a very familiar concept to Helena.

Since childhood, she was raised in a religious order that taught God’s love, so she never felt lonely even though she was an orphan.

Her adoptive father, Gilbert, followed his teachings and became Helena’s strong supporter and protector.

After Helena became a candidate for sainthood, her world became a little kinder. It was only natural that everyone thought so well of Helena.

If she made it this far, she would have ended up as a great priest. But when she Helena came to her academy she met Yandel.

It is not the love of God, the love of family, or the benevolent love for an unspecified number of people, but the love between a man and a woman that blooms for only one person.

Helena herself said she was confident that she grew up being loved, and that she was a person who knew how to love those around her.

Ugh-

White holy light blooming around Helena. That alone was an outpouring of divine power so enormous that it could overwhelm a decent cultist.

This happened because she had lived her whole life as a believer in the Church of Light and naturally prayed to Solari… Does not matter.

She muttered softly as she saw that she was once a saint of an evil god, and that although she was still immature, she was now a dazzling saint of a good god.

“I’m doing well. The first faith received from the God of love. “It was clearly a prayer offered out of love and for someone else, not the goddess herself.”

So it doesn’t matter who the prayer is directed to. The only thing that matters is the affection contained within it and the earnest hope that someone will listen to it.

The light that rose from Helena began to illuminate the devastated battlefield.

“This…”
“Indeed. “Being a saint is not something everyone can do.”

Carla looking up at the sky blankly and Elisha nodding her head.

Tarla’s tentacles covered the world and isolated it. The scars left by the fierce battle remain on the lifeless and crumbling ground.

However, light came down to this place where there was no sunlight.

Countless lives have been lost (mainly those of cultists and monsters), hope has been swallowed up in despair (the turning blow was blocked by one Yandel), and all that remains is death (the minimum punishment for cultists is death).

Still, the world turns.

Just as dawn breaks after a dark night, death comes at the end of life, and good and evil are just opposite sides of each other.

It was quite natural, but that was why the cultists began to lose motivation one by one in the face of the majestic providence of the world.

This is also because Tarla successfully took control of her barrier, separating her curves and her followers.

It may be because he regained his sanity by consuming all the power of the evil spirit in his body.

Perhaps, right after the terrifying destruction, I encountered something beautiful and was overwhelmed.

But one thing is certain.

Yes! Ugh-!

“What? Still not enough? “You killed a lot!”

Ugh! Ugh!

“Let’s go kill the curved leisure in this gap…” “Did you forget that the priority is to check whether or not the fall of the fallen heaven is possible?”

Ugh…

“Ugh. “What do I want from a sword?”

The point was that Yandel’s dagger was whining as if it was not enough, seeing the army of evil spirits losing their will to fight.

It truly is a fearsome magic sword.

Not only the cult members, but even the less intelligent monsters shivered at the cold feeling.

Before I knew it, the divine power that had spread from the center of Helena began to illuminate every corner of the inside of the barrier.

Light that is not too dazzling and gently envelops. It was a miracle in itself, and it was a sight that made even non-religious people feel pious…

On the contrary, Tarla was frowning as if something was uncomfortable.

“… “It’s not enough.”

“…”

Helena could not answer because she was praying, but she must have heard because cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Yes. Helena was praying harder than anyone else, and in response, her divine power glowed brightly enough to cover the inside of the barrier…

It was not enough to overlay the surging blue on top of the curved space that was once achieved.

What is important is not how flashy the Holy Light is on the outside, but how pure and earnest the prayer that started it is.

First of all, let me point out that this did not happen because of anyone’s fault.

First, Yandel. He did his job well.

Not only did it give Tarla time to encroach on the barrier, but it also drained her strength by blocking the counterattack that the curved woman used with all her might.

In other words, the trim was perfect.

So is Helena lacking? Of course, that’s not it either.

Among Yandel’s group, there is no one who is as good at prayer as Helena and who can put her love in it… Isn’t Helena a saint, unlike others?

Except for some exceptions, the qualities of an apostle of God are all innate. This is because there are different constitutions that are compatible.

And on the other hand, being able to receive God’s power means that prayers also come much closer to God.

It is not for nothing that the gods single out believers they can clearly see and select them as apostle candidates. This is because prayer stands out.

Therefore, Tarla originally judged that Helena would be able to handle the Fall of Heaven ritual, which was performed by countless cultists gathered together, and this was not a terribly wrong calculation.

… It’s just that her curvaceous heels were twisted beyond imagination.

Helena’s love was for all of her people.

She loves God, loves those close to her, loves this world, and especially loves Yandel in a special way.

This was the noblest love that could be embraced without giving up one’s humanity…

This was also the mindset of the surging blues at one time.

The problem is that the surging blue love was denied.

I couldn’t do anything with my mind alone. Unable to even look away, she had to watch the death of every child she loved.

A person who does not lose faith in the surging blue until the last moment, a person who cries out to save his lover because he does not care, and a person who blames God for not helping the person he has always devoted himself to.

Everyone faced death equally. And everyone became a scar engraved on the heart of blue that surges equally.

Even if you say that you have fallen from heaven and become free from the burden, it is not easy to heal… Rather, the wound became deeper.

Helena’s prayer clearly reached the curved woman. But this also rekindled her despair.

If things continue like this, even if Helena pours out her prayers until she is exhausted, it is unclear whether she will be able to regain her lost momentum.

Although it wasn’t exact, Tarla grasped the general situation and sighed with a stern expression.

“There’s nothing we can do.”

“What can’t be done?”

Carla held the staff tightly as if on guard. At that angry reaction, Tarla shook her head and stood next to Helena.

“If it’s lacking, we have to make up for it.”

“You’re filling it… Correct faith? How? “Are we the ones who have never prayed properly?”

That makes sense.

The reason why Helena is in charge of instilling faith alone is because she is the right person, but it is also because she has never had any real faith in other people in the first place.

All other party members, including Yandel, are wizards. This means that they are a people who are not very close to God.

Elisha and Iris, who were born as high elves and were close to the circulating life, might be a little better…

If the gap had barely been filled to that extent, Helena would have solved it by pushing herself a little harder.

The fact that the mercenaries and beast warriors who followed the crown prince had shallow religious beliefs is common sense and does not need to be discussed, so if we ignore it, all that remains in the end is…

Carla’s ruby ​​eyes were wide open. She was much duller, but Tarla, who had essentially the same eyes, smiled wryly at her.

“I have to do it.”

“?”

“Have you forgotten? “Even though I looked like this, I was a saint.”

“… Ah.”

Although she is said to be a saint of evil spirits, she is a saint. The prayer of Tarla will also have a definite effect.

“But… Can your prayers be called correct faith? I would rather have Karla, who is in the same body…”

“No.”

Elisha asks in a voice full of anxiety. Tarla responded firmly and got down on both knees.

“My qualifications as a saint are an extremely rare and exceptional case. She was an acquired flower. “It was impossible for me in the past.”

Qualities of an apostle. If that means a vessel that can receive the power and spirit of God… Being born with it wasn’t necessarily the only way.

If there is someone who can earnestly desire even while feeling like their whole body is broken and their mind is melting, they will be able to become an apostle even if their constitution cannot support it.

Okay.

She was once loved by everything in the world, but she lost everything overnight and was abandoned.

No matter how much I hoped for salvation in the hell I fell into alive, the only thing that came was an unchanging tomorrow.

The story of how the prayers one prays every day become more earnest, but in the end, the answer is only an evil spirit. A future where I never met Yandel.

If it had been a good god who saved Tarla, she would have willingly become a good saint. Just like Carla blindly follows Yandel.

Of course, it is a meaningless assumption now.

Anyway, the important thing is that Tarla, like Helena, could not love everything in the world… She has a longing for more than that.

Since it is not as pure as Helena’s prayer, it will be difficult to return to the original soaring blue, but it will be enough to turn around and slap the cheek of the curved leisure that is not sane.

It’s been a while since Tarla. It was really her first time in a long time that she prayed to someone.

And this reached the curved leisure that was hidden in the seal.

Grumbling-!

The barrier wrapped in the tentacles made a loud noise and began to shake.

As if something was about to hatch from an egg.