: Sword of Zenith (1)
"Are you really okay?"
"It's a little nauseous, but that's okay."
Jamie smiled and nodded, as if reassured.
Beiryl let out a short sigh.
"You are lucky."
He must have been really startled, with drops of sweat on his forehead.
He didn't sweat a drop when he ripped Reeta into pieces, so why was he so surprised?
'Because he was the son of a woman he loved in the past?'
I don't know the details, but it wasn't too bad to receive a concern.
"What happened to Gremia?"
It was Theberon.
He sat down on a few trees and looked at Jamie with a rather serious face.
As the manager of Gremia, he held power until the last moment of his collapse.
However, at some point, the authority suddenly disappeared.
It felt more like a return to the owner than a feeling of being stolen.
"As the author said, I feel a special power within you, but if I am not mistaken, did something happen in the light?"
Beiryl also seems curious.
Jamie got up. He was still a little dizzy, but his body was more energetic than ever.
It was thanks to the life orb full of vitality.
What made it all possible is-
"I took over Gremia from Armion."
Jamie raised her hand instead of explaining.
A few shiny dots floated up on my hand, forming a line and starting to build a shape.
And it gradually expanded in size and became a huge ship.
does not make sense ."
Theberon muttered with an astonished face.
"Is this Gremia? I was guessing to some extent... ."
The true identity of Gremia is unknown, but Tiberon, who had lived there for 600 years as a manager.
He knew that Gremia was not just an architectural artifact, but now that he had confirmed the reality, he had to admit that his imagination was poor.
"Huh! This Something worse than him."
Beiryl also gave an honest impression.
I have never heard of a piece that can freely change from size to shape and at the same time preserve the characteristics of each object as it is.
Theberon asked Jamie as she watched Gramia change in real time.
"Uncle Armion gave it to you?"
He was a wizard who disappeared 600 years ago.
I don't know what happened after that, but it was impossible for a human to survive for 600 years, no matter how great a wizard.
Unless you become an undead lich.
Armion, whom Theberon knew, was not a great man to defy the providence of nature. I would never have been rich.
Jamie resolved Teveron's curiosity.
"I put my thoughts in Gremia's final security system. And when he got out, he gave me all the rights of Gremia."
"Why did I give it to you?"
Well.
He couldn't even tell the reason, but Tiberon didn't even bother to ask.
As soon as he saw Jamie for the first time, he wondered if the person Armion was waiting for might not be Jamie.
However, Armion, who is no longer in the world, felt a bit heartbroken.
"Sheesh. Why didn't you tell me this important fact when you said you were going to entrust me with Gremia?
Jamie grinned at Theberon's grumbling and walked up to him.
"What is it, you little human?"
"Stay still."
Jamie placed a hand on Tiberon's front paw, which had been hit by Reeta.
Then, he raised the life force of the marble and sent it to his front foot.
Seriously deep cuts began to heal like a lie.
healing?
Beiryl's eyes widened.
'Healing' was the privilege of the priests, and it was the power of restoration through divine power.
It was similar to recovery magic, but the effect was different.
In particular, the healing used by high-ranking priests was enough to return the paralyzed body to normal if it did not die.
'No, is it a little different?'
It looked like healing, but it was also like recovery magic, so it felt like a mixture of the two.
Theberon felt the pain go away like a lie and smirked.
"Could you do something like this?"
"Let's say it's thanks to Gramia."
Theberon shook her forefoot, which had become healthy.
"It seems to be better than before."
"Because I've raised my condition to the max."
" Thank you.
"What is an inappropriate greeting?"
He turned around saying it was Jamie.
Beiryl glanced at Theberon and then looked back at Jamie.
"Let's go back now. Sears will be waiting for you."
"It should be."
It's all over here.
Jamie watched the sun rise in the distance.
It was night when I first entered the forest, but it was morning when everything was over.
I had a really tiring morning.
However, there was a lot to gain, so it was a business that made sense in its own way.
Jamie took a step forward with a satisfied look on her face, then lifted her head at the alarm ringing in her head.
Ricky!!
Ricky's soul is subordinated to Jamie.
The Pyro didn't make him a servant, but it wasn't difficult to feel his soul.
And now the goddess's apostle was in great danger.
"Ricky, Ricky is in danger!"
"Why?
Beiryl frowned at Jamie's sudden remark.
Jamie looked at him and said hurriedly.
"The messenger of the goddess is in danger! Maybe I'll die!
"If you are an apostle of the Goddess Are you referring to your friend who appeared this time?"
Yes! This is not the time! Come on, go to that guy... !"
Beiryl stopped listening and took Jamie in her arms.
If it was Jamie normally, she would have been terrified, but now is not the time to worry about that.
"Do you know where it is?"
"Southeast. To the southeast of Apton!"
He grabbed Jamie and ran out of the woods in an instant.
Tiberon, who was left alone, looked blankly at the place where they had disappeared, and then got up from his seat.
"You can't even say hello properly."
Then he turned around and started walking.
"Now do human work amongst humans."
I didn't want to worry about human affairs anymore.
I've done all I can
"Let's go home."
I don't know if those who recognize me are still alive.
Theberon, leisurely and with a huge body, headed to Ariazad's Great Forest.
And there was one person that everyone had forgotten.
"Uh ."
[Are you awake?]
Bena opened her eyes at Philion's voice.
With her pink hair again, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around.
" Where are you?"
[I do not know.]
"Where did the master go?"
[I do not know.]
" How do you get home?"
[I do not know.]
She stood up blankly.
"Am I lost?!"
In the vast forest, her voice resounded.
* * *
visor!
Two swords flashing in pure white collided.
The Pyro's Holy Executor, Airak, kicked his tongue and stepped back a couple of steps. The opponent also took a couple of steps back.
'Is skill a whistle?'
He rolled his eyes and looked at the other Holy Executor Philos.
As the second rank among the Holy Executors, he was constantly driving his opponents.
It was Philos who listened to the sound of approaching the Master as if eating. He was pushing his opponents with minimal movements while spreading swordsmanship with restrained movements.
"You are not an easy person."
"If you stand in my way, you must be prepared to die."
Philos raised his sword to chest height, laid it down, and rushed towards the enemy.
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