The second week of January, the fourth day after the attacks on the Nordic magic circle continued to ferment.
Since the tenacious resistance of the top five mythical associations ended with the collapse of all fronts, the two "saints" finally restrained their purge operations.
Although the situation seems to be calming down gradually, the impact of this incident still remains within the scope of the world level.
And those who took action in order to grasp the direction of the 'situation' were far more than just the special forces from the 'British Puritans'.
In addition to them, those people who have been active on the "backside" are also gathering for "certain purposes".
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——Vatican City, St. Peter's Basilica.
Inside this headquarters of the Roman Orthodox Church with 2 billion believers, a rude female voice sounded that was completely contrary to the solemn atmosphere.
"Hmph, you actually called me back for such a reason. Who do you think is adjusting that troublesome carving technique at sea?"
In the corner surrounded by the shadows of dark stone pillars, a female figure could be seen trampling on the ground with dissatisfaction, releasing the pressure that had accumulated up to now.
The person she questioned was an old man with a unique aura and courage.
"What is your attitude? Since you are a being similar to the 'Son of God', there is nothing wrong with being respectful and cautious. As a Christian, I think you will understand the meaning of the 'Saint'."
The old man's answer showed a dignity that ordinary people don't have, but in the end he still showed bitterness because of the other party's ignorance.
Even if he is the Pope of Rome, he is so powerless when facing the "darkest part" that really has the power to speak internally.
"Haha, so what?"
The woman with wide eyes and biting the imitation cross came out of the shadows.
Her face was pierced with various metal products that disfigured her appearance, but she didn't care.
"No, it's not okay to care about the 'saint' so much. Have you forgotten the goal of 'our'? You finally got to this position, but you still haven't learned to be satisfied?"
"you--!"
Without giving the old man a chance to get angry, the woman continued to speak in a frivolous tone.
"Besides, isn't 'Terra' already gone? Why do I need to go out? Isn't it a problem to go to such a high level for a 'saint'?"
"..."
The old man who was questioned in this way fell silent.
As the woman said, ‘they’ are not entities that can be mobilized at will.
The so-called 'ultimate weapon among two billion' is not just a casual title.
If we really want to discuss it in detail, the most suitable person among 'them' to handle matters related to the 'Saint' is probably another man who used to be a mercenary.
So, there are actually two people who are doubtful here.
Unfortunately, they don't have the final say.
"Maybe."
It's better to end the unpleasant conversation as soon as possible.
The Pope shook his head and glanced "behind" in a compromising manner.
"But this matter is not my fault alone."
He believes that the other party understands the implicit meaning.
So, the old man who said no more words turned around and walked in the opposite direction from where the woman came.
"...I know! Otherwise, why do you think I would talk nonsense to you here?"
After venting her anger, her eyes slowly moved forward.
That is the "deepest part" of Roman Orthodoxy.
"You guy, what are you thinking about?"
The woman in charge of "Vent" smacked her lips and read a name somewhere.
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Inaccessible snow areas are not suitable for travel.
This is the conclusion reached by the girl who temporarily stayed in the countryside near the lake.
Although this is a good place to conduct experiments for those who want to study something, even a "saint" would want to drink a cup of hot food in a store surrounded by heating after running around in the snow for so long.
Of coffee.
To be honest, Zela herself doesn't know exactly where in Northern Europe she is now.
However, I have seen road markings before, so I should be entering the Danish border.
Along the way from Sweden, probably because there was so much noise the past few days, intelligence agents searching for her whereabouts could often be found in villages and small towns.
This was deliberately allowed by Zeira.
This body has just been 'born', and she needs more battles to hone her abilities.
At the same time, she can also take this opportunity to find an 'opportunity' to truly integrate into the magic side.
Although the status of "Saint" brings many benefits, its positioning is a bit embarrassing.
Those big forces based in the world will not 'let' her go easily, nor will they 'accept' her casually.
Trouble is trouble, these are just secondary.
For some reasons, she has been staying here for several days.
The results obtained are still unsatisfactory.
With her eyes closed while communicating with magic, Zera faced the lake with a rare look of exhaustion.
She didn't expect that it would be so difficult to correct the four major elements of just one leyline, which somewhat hurt her self-confidence.
(…I don’t have enough ‘knowledge’ about ‘fire’ and ‘earth’, so it’s really too hasty…)
After fiddling with her hair, Zella used her other hand to hold up the 'original code' that outsiders now saw, collecting today's more valuable magic information.
Before that, one thing has been confirmed.
That means the "laws" of this world have indeed been distorted.
Obviously the arrangement and corresponding positions of the four elements are slightly tilted, but the magicians are still using magic as usual.
Without anyone noticing, this "world" is facing a crisis.
It was precisely because of this that she encountered no obstacles when making this body, because there had already been a bigger 'loophole'.
Maybe the characteristics that Zera possesses now and the magic she uses are the 'most correct form'.
This was really a question that made her don't know whether to be happy or troubled.
after all……
——Ta-la, tap-la.
In this narrow space of thought, there was the sound of footsteps that seemed to be made deliberately from behind.
(……Um?)
After a slight surprise, the corners of Zella's originally calm mouth curved into an elegant arc.
She had long known that some people would not be indifferent to what she had exposed, but were they the first ones to lose their composure?
"Oh my god, I didn't expect that the 'saint' in the report was really just a little girl?"
Saying this, the 'guest' who came with 'weapons' showed a calm smile.
"...Haha, in the magical world, judging by appearance is the stupidest behavior, don't you think so?"
She also smiled and looked at the man in front of her.
The darkest organization of the "Roman Orthodox Church".