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Divine power.

The power called divine power is in a antagonistic relationship with the micro-energy. It is common sense.

Hearing the sound from afar, he thought it was an Auror user. However, when he saw the Academy teacher standing before him, Noctilla couldn’t hide her bewilderment.

Mena Ruina, a teacher at the Magic Department.

Of course, since it was the Magic Department, it would be quite surprising if she had used aura. However, the energy emanating from her in front of me was not aura. It wasn’t magic either.

A clear, clean, pure, and pious energy spreads out. A power that will warm your heart just by looking at it. A divine power, the exact opposite of the magic that makes you feel bad just by looking at it.

‘Damn it. Shit. Teacher, were you the one from the podium?’

People often use the metaphor of the relationship between water and fire, but that is not an accurate metaphor.

Spitting on a burning bonfire won’t put it out. Pouring water on a grease fire can actually cause the flames to flare up.

It is true that fire is weaker than water, but that is not absolute, nor is it always the case.

‘Fuck, fuck… .’

It is not divine power.

Divine power is advantageous to Magi in any situation.

Of course, if it is a very, very strong magic, it can overwhelm the divine power. However, to do so, it would be necessary to burn down not just a bonfire, but an entire mountain, so that even a single drop of spit could be swallowed.

“Lord, your beautiful redemption to those who stand before me.”

A chain of light extends from the teacher’s hand.

He tries to avoid it by twisting his body in the air, but every time he does, it changes direction like a snake and wraps itself around Noctilla.

“AAAHH …

I tried to resist, but there was no way. The magic swords that tried to cut through the chains melted like butter and fell to the ground in drops.

It tightens the entire body. It makes a crackling sound as if it is being pressed with a hot iron, and steam rises. It thoroughly presses Noctilla’s entire body.

I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t bear the painful screams.

“Teacher! Stop for a moment! I’m talking about… ”

Seeing Noctilla in such agony, Cid shouted like this. If the chains were tightened just a little bit more, Noctilla would be torn to pieces.

“Huh, what the…? ”

In fact, the teacher himself was bewildered by the power of the sacred arts, which was stronger than he had expected.

Of course, there is no way that Master Mena, the executor of the sect, could be a rookie who cannot control his power. The power of the magic itself was naturally adjusted appropriately.

However, Noctilla’s magic was of a very low level compared to its vast size. That’s why a violent reaction occurred even when it collided with an ordinary level of divine power.

I was able to quickly adjust the appropriate output by simply looking at the scale of the magic that Noctilla was releasing, but in this case, that was actually the problem.

“Oh, Lord, please be gentle… .”

It was a prayer that was hardly devout, but the merciful God heard her words. The strength of the chains gradually weakened.

Noctilla’s expression eases a little. However, she still can’t move her body. She struggles, but she can’t move because of the chains of light that are tightly wrapped around her entire body.

“I’ve tied people up a lot before~ Hehe.”

She brought her fingertips to her lips. Her glossy lips sparkled. She was a teacher, a nun, and yet she was strangely charming.

“… My heart hurts too.”

Deep in the eyes of the executioner, sadness was building up. How many times is this? Deep regret, regret, and remorse. But I hate it because I always end up concluding that this is right, that it was right.

“You shouldn’t have touched that kind of power.”

Centered around her, a dazzling pillar of light shot up and pierced the sky. No, it was the opposite. Rather than rising from Mena, it would be more appropriate to say that a beam of light descended from the sky.

Seed could guess what she was trying to do.

“I’m sorry for saying such an obvious thing, but… .”

“Teacher, stop!!”

Leaving Seed’s cries behind.

The only thing a teacher can do for a monster that was once his disciple. The sacred magic that he has repeated over and over again as a demon hunter.

“…I’ll send it to you without any pain.”

To execute Noctilla, who has fallen to the level of a demon. Calmly, as a demon hunter.

No, maybe bland isn’t the right word.

A tear ran down Teacher Mena’s cheek.

Damn it. This has to be stopped somehow.

Seed reflexively judged it that way, because he had seen this sacred art several times in his past life.

A sacred art that painlessly ends the life of an opponent, ‘Sweet Death’. However, this is not a technique that allows you to close your eyes comfortably and die as if you were falling asleep.

It may not be that such a thing is completely impossible, but it is at least impossible for a single executor. It is a far-off realm.

Basically, people don’t die for no reason. Whether it’s losing too much blood, drowning in water and suffocating, being burned, being fried by electricity, or whatever, for a healthy person to die, there has to be some kind of damage to their body.

And of course, it hurts like hell.

Avoiding it and giving a comfortable death requires ‘conceptual instant death’, which directly takes the opponent’s life itself.

In terms of magic, it is the pinnacle of all wisdom in the world, the highest level, the 10th class. In terms of sacred magic, it is the closest thing to God, something only the Pope can do.

“Stop! Stop it!!”

Seed pointed the broken tip of his sword at Mena. He screamed loudly. He had to go to such extremes.

So, how does the sorcery called ‘Sweet Death’, which can be used by a single executioner, come about? Causing someone to suffer unnecessary pain and die is torture and a sin. How can one kill someone without pain?

The answer the church came up with was simple.

When the body is injured, it takes about 0.1 seconds for the pain to be transmitted to the brain.

Inside, the target’s entire body is completely destroyed.

With as much force as possible, without even feeling any pain.

That was the true nature of the spell called ‘Sweet Death’.

Of course, even so, it is not like you can just randomly cast spells that have that much power. Such a powerful divine spell requires a catalyst.

“… !! … … !!!!! … !!”

Cid shouts wildly while glaring at Mena, the tip of the sword pointed at Cid. He doesn’t even pay attention to her. She’s already out of his mind.

The catalyst needed for ‘Sweet Death’ was tears. A single teardrop from the caster’s eyes was needed.

They shouldn’t be tears of joy, or tears that come from yawning when you’re sleepy. They should only be tears of sadness, truly sad.

Therefore, it is not a sorcery that can be used reliably when fighting a strong enemy, but rather a sorcery that can be used to send away someone who has fallen to the level of a demon without pain.

Anyway, Noctila Sarsberg is also Mena Ruina’s disciple. Mena is a demon hunter and also a human. Of course, she has a human heart. If she were to abandon that, she would become the same monster.

He has decided to tear his precious disciple to pieces right here and now. He will not be shaken by a sword or anything like that. He will not stop.

so.

“… Get out of the way.”

When Seed stood in Mena’s way, it was bound to be very awkward.

“Senior Noctilla, she is not a demon. Like Irusia, yet… ”

“I haven’t killed anyone yet, so what are you talking about?”

The pillar of light does not waver at all.

“Killed. 4 people.”

I had a hunch that it might be him since I saw that Shakta guy, and it turns out it was.

“That’s not it…!”

“I don’t care what the circumstances are. No, it’s not that there isn’t anything, but I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter. That’s a demon who killed a person.”

“Before demonstrating magic… what if he killed me?”

Similar but different. A demon who awakened magic and killed people. Naturally, it is a target for execution.

However, if you kill someone first, you are just a simple murderer. If you do nothing with the magic you obtain after that, you are not subject to elimination by the sect.

“That’s right, he attacked you with magic, right?”

If you hadn’t done anything.

At this point, you can’t make such excuses since you’ve already seriously attacked Seed.

“If you don’t get out, you die too.”

There’s no stopping the spell once it starts working. I’m holding out as long as I can to delay its activation, but it’s only a matter of time.

And above all, even if I could stop, I wouldn’t stop.

The pride of a demon hunter, or rather, a delusion.

“If you protect the devil even after knowing about it, that’s a serious sin. I don’t care if I kill you here.”

Neither of us backs down. We cannot back down.

Can this be stopped?

Butterflies dance around Seed’s entire body.

Can it be stopped?

Meanwhile, Noctilla.

Although I was tied up tightly in chains of light and couldn’t move, there was one thing I could move.

Magi.

It is impossible to draw out the magic energy from my body now. The chains of divine power are binding my entire body, so I cannot release the magic energy at all. I feel like my strength is being completely drained.

However, the sword fragments scattered around. The faint particles of magic that collided with the seed and shattered.

Just concentrate. Gather them together and shape them into a sword. Compared to the original sword, the power contained within it is so shabby. It feels like it could break at any moment.

This will do, thought Noctilla.

It just took a little bit, a little bit of time.