That day, I laughed.
Now, my strength was already quite good. In fact, in most cases, I didn't even need to use divine arts to make those demons obediently admit their mistakes.
The simplest way to convince others was to bless a weapon, cast an illumination spell, then raise the Holy Cross bestowed by God and place it on the demon's head—
They would immediately experience what it meant to be penetrated by justice to their very bones!
Although I had become increasingly violent, for some reason, more people flocked to me.
That day, I returned once again to the temple of Losanda.
At that moment, I saw the "God-chosen of Dawn" again, or should I call her my godfather?
Now, he was no longer the same as before.
Perhaps I should address him as—
"Your Holiness, why did you call me here today?"
That day, he looked complexly at the girl he had rescued from the rubble. Now, after so many years, she had grown up beautifully.
