I don’t know if it’s Faust’s original body, but since I took possession of Faust’s body, I didn’t make much of an effort.

but did it

It was completely different from even being controlled by [Faust] from time to time.

Would it be similar to the words just uttered out of a feeling that I couldn’t control, as if I had been drinking?

[You ran away. As a result, you didn’t want to take responsibility, so you ran away on your own. It’s really funny.]

[How many lives will you be responsible for in the future? If you’re going to live like that, you’d be better off hiding alone in the deep forest.]

[Come back. And take responsibility for your actions.]

If you look at the overall context, it is the same as what I was originally trying to say.

But, as you can see, the horse is too aggressive. There is absolutely no sympathy or consolation I was trying to say.

Obviously, aggressive, resolute words are a great medicine for people who are lost and wandering, but you have to watch the situation as well.

When it comes to rushing people, first of all, you have to speak kindly, but if you just say something as decisive as you just did, advice will have no effect at all.

But the problem is… it worked.

“Mr Faust…”

Boy… why are you doing this…?

The hero who was listening to the advice suddenly asked if it was possible to pay for the soul in another way, and he said it was okay because I had no interest in the soul anyway.

The hero who always looked at me and treated me with fear or hardship, now looks at me with admiration as if he ever did.

No, it’s not just the longing gaze. So is the attitude.

You are kneeling on one knee as if you were swearing a knightly oath to me like this, as if you were going to worship.

‘Is it so good that I don’t have to sacrifice my soul? No, of course it would be nice… What’s wrong with the image of a warrior, isn’t it?’

It seems that the hero still believed in the postponement of the soul payment, which he had struggled to escape the situation. To the extent of leaving the side of colleagues and wandering.

Was he so depressed because he thought he would lose his soul to me after he died?

Ummm… well, it could be.

Who in the world likes to have their souls stolen by the devil?

“Please tell me what you want… I’ll definitely get it…!”

I don’t think this is a little bit though.

you look so bad From a side view, it looks like a priest offering sacrifices to the devil.

Of course I said you could sacrifice something else instead of your soul, but if you act so desperately, what will other people think of you… huh…?

It’s like if you told me to kill someone, I’d just kill someone.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and if there was anyone…

‘…there is.’

No matter how deep in the forest it is, it’s really difficult if someone finds out about this scene, so I looked around just in case there was a witness.

A very familiar person, no, an elf.

Lena, who ran after the hero, was very worried about the hero who ran out of the party, hiding behind a tree in the distance and watching the two of us.

“Once you return to the party, continue your journey.”

“However…”

“You still have a lot of life left, so why is it so urgent?”

Fortunately, Lena doesn’t seem to have fully grasped the situation yet, so if she behaves from now on, she’ll be fine.

You have to pretend that it’s not a big deal, pretend it wasn’t something like that and pass it on.

“all right.”

Hearing my words, the hero wakes up with his liver, gallbladder, and madness that has been about to give up until now.

But it’s not completely shut down.

Like this, isn’t it just radiating eerie energy just by looking at it?

“Mr Faust.”

Hearing my words, the hero who was about to turn his back and go back to the party suddenly turned his head again and looked at me.

The warrior’s eyes flashed blue in the sunlight that barely passed through the thick leaves of the forest.

“This pattern on my lower chest… Is it magic that is connected to Faust-sama?”

After saying that, the hero puts his hand inside his clothes and touches the pattern.

His clothes were lifted up to the point where he could see his stomach, but the hero didn’t really care.

“Then, if I sing Faust-sama with this pattern, will my voice reach Faust? Even without making a wish.”

That… it is.

Because that magic pattern was engraved by me to know what would happen to the hero before making a wish.

If the hero or the person around the hero goes out of the story and is in danger of dying, the pattern is activated and automatically contacted me, but once the hero strongly wants to contact me, the effect is activated.

But when I admit it, I feel like something is about to go wrong.

It was as if he would contact me all the time.

Yes, for now, denial here—

“Looks right.”

As I waited for my answer, the hero blushed slightly as if he thought he was right, and smiled mischievously.

I didn’t know that the warriors I’ve seen so far only always have a gloomy expression on their faces, but when they smile like this, the atmosphere changes surprisingly a lot.

Uh… um…

“Well then, let’s go.”

Saying that, the hero greeted me with a smile and then went back to the party.

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My footsteps are lighter and more cheerful than ever. Joy radiates from all around the body.

Even just a moment ago, it was hard to imagine that he was a hero who was so desperate.

‘What… are you okay?’

If the hero’s mood worsened, it was completely resolved, but the situation won’t go down any further here.

In order to protect the world in which Lucia will live, you just have to proceed with the story properly.

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“Why the hell can’t you!? Uh!!”

Cheek-!!

A young man in dazzling clothes throws a wad of paper at an old man with wrinkles.

From a common sense point of view, such a disgraceful spectacle should of course be prevented, but the others standing around have no such thought at all.

Yes, because the status is different.

If the person who threw the roll of paper and the person who got hit had swapped each other, they would have pulled out their swords rather than blocked them.

“Your Majesty, we cannot investigate this case.”

Despite the atrocious atmosphere that filled the surroundings, the old man who was hit with a piece of paper continued to speak calmly.

your majesty.

That is, the emperor.

The anger of the young emperor, who succeeded his grandfather who was unfairly killed by the devil, is directed at the old man with an iron plate on his face.

“Then why don’t you tell me why! His Majesty’s Majesty died terribly, and it was also related to the devil, so why is the Seraphia Church unable to cooperate!!”

There is, of course, a reason.

But if you say that, you will be reunited with a terrible demon, so the old man does not speak.

Pierre, who was once the bishop of the exorcism priesthood, who made a deal with Faust in Montpelio, and now the archbishop of the Aquileia Empire, bows his head to the newly crowned emperor, acting a depressed expression.

“Obviously, you said you would properly cooperate with the investigation, but why are you changing your words now!! Is this an insult and an insult to Jim!?”

“I have nothing to say but sorry. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

Pierre had said he was fully cooperating with the Empire, but then changed his words like flipping the palm of his hand.

But that was when we didn’t know who the main culprit of this demon summoning case was.

Pierre, who could never forget that Magi even after 15 years had passed, immediately recognized who the culprit was as soon as he arrived at the island, and soon broke all of his promises.

Life is too precious to fight against such a demon.

Above all, the deal with Faust was a fatal Achilles heel that could end Pierre’s political and physical life, and the need to avoid confrontation as much as possible was also a major reason for this judgment.

“I will fully cooperate with Magi’s purification, so please don’t be too angry. Then, let’s go back. May Goddess Seraphia’s protection be with you.”

The Emperor cannot catch Pierre as he leaves.

If the main nobles are wiped out and the empire is in ruins, and the cooperation of the Seraphia Church is completely lost, the future of the empire is very bleak.

There was nothing the Emperor could do but clench his fists so tightly that his nails dig into the flesh.

“For sure… my must-“

flash

At that moment, something extraordinary happens.

The eyes of the young emperor who had only clenched his fists and suppressed his anger inwardly stood out.

It’s not just a simple appetizer.

No light is shining down on it, and the eyes of the emperor, who are just ordinary humans, are shining golden even in the dark.

“What is this…”

“Your Majesty? Your Majesty!!”

“…noisy.”

All of the attendants are startled by the sudden anomaly and try to call the emperor, but the emperor, who has gone out of his mind for a short while, answers calmly.

But there is an immeasurable divinity in that casual answer.

“ah…”

Like a computer that has been forcibly unplugged, like a livestock that has been sedated, the servants who listened to the emperor’s words quickly became discolored.

The livestock will soon take the position of a believer who welcomes the prophet and bow down to the emperor.

“Faust, find Faust. The Goddess… is here.”

The emperor, who is adored by countless followers, declares on the spot as if praying.

No, strictly speaking, it is right to say that we pray as if we were making a declaration.

It’s a very unnatural and random prayer, but not everyone here has such a thought.

Literally, every word and deed of the emperor was overflowing with sacredness.

The emperor, who was angry at the imperial situation and the rudeness of the denomination, and the servants, who were tired of work, are now mere fanatics.

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