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The one and only god of this world, her hometown where she was born and raised since childhood. There was a prophecy that had been passed down from long ago in the Sun God Religion.

Long after, when chaos comes to the world again.

It is a prophecy that someone stronger, more noble, and braver than anyone else will appear.

The person who appears like that becomes a warrior and faces the rising demon king again and seals him.

In fact, this was a prophecy that had been kept for hundreds of years, and everyone on the continent had heard this story and always dreamed of it.

No, in some ways you could say it’s not a dream but a delusion.

The new warrior will definitely be cool!

The new warrior who appears will be stronger and braver than anyone else!

You will be noble and sublime like a prince riding a white horse!

This is the kind of delusion that children often have.

You draw an ideal image of the warrior you want in your head and expect the finished product to be that warrior.

Just like in traditional fairy tales, children have grown up hearing tales of the bravery of warriors from a very young age.

In a way, it was natural to have such expectations.

And it was the same for the saint.

No, rather, since she was born and raised in a church, her admiration and expectations for the warrior were bound to be even greater.

Since he believes in the light of the sun god more than anyone else, he naturally believes that the warrior he prophesied would also be perfect.

So, the first impression of the warrior I finally met was······.

“hello?”

It was literally the worst.

So much so that I can’t even put it into words.

“My name is Luke, and I’ve been selected as the new warrior this time.”

It’s not like he did anything in particular.

I just gave a brief greeting in a very polite manner.

But despite that, Yulis couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

Because behind his back were countless traces of sin.

The trail of his crimes that has been built up until now and will continue to be built in the future.

As a saint, she could see the sins of others, however clumsily, and when she saw a warrior, that clumsy power was fully displayed.

Neither a serial killer who had dared to murder dozens of people nor the boss of a huge dark organization had such sins.

Only the Demon King’s army, publicly designated by the Goddess, can spread that much darkness.

Of course, it would have been impossible not to be suspicious.

Even if he really did draw the holy sword and was selected as a warrior.

The first impression must be so bad that you can’t help but deny it.

That’s why Yulis thought he must have done some kind of witchcraft.

By some means, he was an enemy spy who had infiltrated as a warrior. Or he was a senior member of the Demon King’s army.

That’s what I wanted to believe, and that’s what I believed.

Of course, later I realized that those traces of sin were just illusions caused by simple curses…

By the time I realized that, it was already too late.

It was so late.

*

Although the warrior party had many concerns, they set out anyway.

Since he was already a warrior selected for an official event, he couldn’t do it even if he wanted to.

Of course, the atmosphere of the team that was forcibly put together could not have been good.

“I still can’t believe it. Is the author really a warrior?”

“I think there’s something wrong···.”

When the warrior was away for a while, gossip about him often came up.

Like the saints, they had some degree of insight into people. They all seemed to sense a bad vibe.

An inexplicable chill, a bad mood, and a suspicious appearance, plus the good excuse of being a ‘sliver of sin’.

There was already too much to suspect and hate a single person.

After some time had passed, it was already established that he was a spy for the Demon King’s army.

“That won’t work. How about putting some psychological pressure on him? Then he might show his true colors.”

“That’s okay.”

So, it was somewhat natural that such an idea would come out.

Psychologically pressure him to bring out his true nature. Or, urge him from behind to voluntarily leave the warrior party.

This is what is called a recommendation to resign.

It was a truly vicious plan, but nothing was better for them at the time.

No one would want to be with someone who gives them the chills just by approaching them, and whose every word and gesture is suspicious.

From then on, the warrior began to be nitpicked for all sorts of reasons.

They scold you for not being able to swing a sword well, frown at you for having an unpleasant flow of magic power, or make you do the most difficult job of dismantling.

Yulis also participated in this method.

Whenever I get hurt, I deliberately exert a little bit of my power to heal the wound slowly.

When it is turned over in a suitable poison, it refuses to be purified, citing the ridiculous reason that its sexual power has been reduced.

Days like that continued for half a year.

Half a year.

*

Half a year has passed.

Yuris thought the author, the warrior, was quite persistent.

Even though it’s a minor thing, it’s obvious that he doesn’t quit despite constant, groundless nagging.

She knew that it was the small, constant stresses that wore people down, rather than the great ordeals.

Usually, when you put pressure like this, your true nature will come out somehow.

But the other person didn’t do that. Although he sometimes got annoyed, most of the time he just smiled faintly and continued on his journey.

Because of this, her suspicions grew deeper day by day.

Why? If it’s still the same even after continued pressure, isn’t it time to stop being suspicious?

You might think so, but from her perspective, it was different.

Something···.

*

[Curse of Distortion in effect···]

No matter what you do, the chances of the other person misinterpreting it greatly increases!

*

······I thought that he was hiding his true nature as much as possible because he had some kind of hidden agenda.

Even under this pressure, there was something I had to get out of this party, so I somehow stayed in the party.

At least that’s what she thought, and she was convinced that Luke really was a spy for the Demon King’s army.

That’s why.

Choaaaak-!!

“!!”

When the man who was called the warrior was torn in half by the Minotaur, he could not help but be astonished.

“······!”

It was just a moment.

After many twists and turns, I cut off both of the guy’s horns and was cheering.

Finally, when the guy was down on both knees and regaining his composure.

Everyone was convinced that we had won.

The guy quickly swung his axe, taking advantage of the gap in consciousness.

So what remained were the bright red blood drawing a diagonal line and the upper body of the warrior floating up.

Cross-section of the torso, torn diagonally.

Blood and organs are flowing out, unable to overcome gravity.

The flesh that has not yet noticed that it has been cut still twitches and emits a disgusting appearance.

The sight of the severed vertebrae clearly visible was quite a shocking sight, even to the saintess.

It was an attack that no one expected and no one responded to.

A blow that would not have been strange even if it had killed someone instantly was swung, targeting the gap of suspicion.

Moreover, the warrior who seemed least likely to die was the one who was killed first.

It was natural for Yuris’ head to stop for a moment.

In that silence filled with shock, no one could react.

The warrior muttered.

“I give──30─to─you.”

A light muttering of just one word.

Because it was far away, I couldn’t hear it properly.

Even apart from that, my mind wasn’t calm enough at the time to hear someone talking.

All I could tell was that he was mumbling something.

It just happened that a strange miracle happened.

Oh my!

In an instant, the severed body begins to return again.

The internal organs that were about to flow down rise upwards again, and the bright red blood that was scattered is sucked back into the body.

Serious injuries that even a saint could not cure and would not have caused instant death were being healed in an instant.

As if time had been turned back.

It didn’t take even a second for the severed warrior to return to his normal state.

“What?!”

“What the heck, what did you just do?”

Shock erupted from all over, but the warrior dismissed them with one word.

“···Let’s deal with the problem at hand first.”

His face was full of complexity as he said that.

But anyway, I followed his words and caught the guy.

It didn’t matter if I asked questions after everything was over.

Fortunately, catching the Minotaur was relatively easy.

In the end, the unexpected blow was just too powerful, but the action itself was just as predictable as before.

It didn’t take long to capture the Minotaur.

Kuung!

The somewhat shocking opponent fell, and the warrior also fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Since his body was split in half, he might have been mentally exhausted.

But their patience wasn’t deep enough to leave it as it was.

Moreover, at this time, there was not even Julius to come forward for him.

Kwaaak-

Camilla grabs the warrior by the collar and lifts him up.

Her eyes were a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

And then Adele and Lily look at him with glares.

“Warrior… What is this? Didn’t you say that if you cut off both horns, it will be quiet? ”

“What happened just now? Your body was cut in two… How did you survive?”

“No··· That’s it······.”

A look of bewilderment appeared on the warrior’s face. His face, soaked with sweat and fatigue, was filled with a sense of embarrassment.

As before… That is, in the world after she returned.

At this point, she would have stepped in and mediated the situation. Since everyone could see that they were tired, she might have told the party members to rest for a while.

“Excuse me, can we talk a little later… I’m a little tired… ”

But at that time, she.

“No, that can’t be.”

Couldn’t do that.

“The book in the cathedral says that there are many outrageous magics in black magic that go beyond common sense. And that regenerative power that goes beyond common sense···.”

As I said before, what ruins a person is not one huge ordeal, but the small stresses that come after it.

Just like a giant tree that has withstood many typhoons, it falls over after being eaten by a beetle that can be crushed to death with a human finger.

The human spirit also gets destroyed by constant erosion.

The saint spoke with a face full of disgust.

“Tell me. Are you using any dirty black magic?”

The way I saw him at that time… he looked like he might collapse at any moment.