On the frontier of the Kingdom of Kuzela, the wounded from the conflict that occurred in several areas were gathered at a single point in the rear.

　Naturally, there was no way they could be treated in time and the number of wounded was growing with every second.

　However, organizations and individuals with religion and principles that had heard the story were beginning to gather.

''They're sending in the wounded from Area 4!　'Open the place!'

　Such calls echoed day and night.

　Those who possess healing magic used it until their magic power ran out, while those who didn't were creating places, carrying water, and carrying the injured and dead.

　It's an environment that is at odds with grace.

　And yet, no one complains about it, they work with their hands.

　But only to the environment.

'You infidel!　This is our division from here on out!

What does it matter to you?

'I don't give a shit!　Don't get in my way, that's why you're so f*cking religious: ......

'Oh!　Your guys are praying to a god that was made out of feces!　Suck it up!

Jesus Christ!

　People of various religions are here.

　Even these arguments would be born.

　It becomes something that involves all the believers.

　The wounded are no longer left behind. It's not very high quality. But because there are so many injured people, we have to call people even when this happens.

　In that situation.

'Please stop fighting. Will you not use your hands rather than your mouth?

　Sufi.

　An emerging religion, and in direct opposition to the largest Astaire religion, he's a smoking gun.

　After all, the two people who were fighting with each other also looked at Sufi and looked at him with contempt.

''Haha, you can't get through to me even if you're trying to take advantage of the Astaire religion!

'Now is not the time to talk about that. You have to treat the wounded first.

　Sufi was exercising healing magic as best he could use himself while returning the words.

　The man glared at her toothless attitude, clicking his tongue.

'Ha, you don't care if you and this religion are made fun of!　You're right, you only see me as a money grabber!

'That's enough. It's disgusting.

　One of the groups passing by calls out to him.

　The man turned around to yell at the owner of the voice, his eyes widened and he gasped.

　It was Soria Aiden there.

　She was back at the rear, healing the wounded in the front line. Behind her, several knights were on guard behind her.

''So, Lady Soria: ......!

　The gaze of the people in the area was riveted.

　Even the groans of the injured disappeared.

''Widespread recovery (ex-heels).''

　Magic power creates a wave in such a murmur by Soria.

　The wounds of the people hit by the wave are healed. Even the slightest scratch.

'You didn't come here to fight, did you? Move your hands rather than your mouth.

'Yes!'

　At Soria's words, the men nodded like scolded children.

'Excuse me. Thank you.'

　Sufi thanked Soria and bowed his head.

　It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are a hostile organization, so to speak.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.

You are ......, right, Sufi?　True Astaireism. I've missed you. We always miss each other at the volunteer work in the war zone. I thought I'd meet you at the upcoming Great Holy Prayer Place, but it's a coincidence. My name is Soria.

　Soria.

　It's not an uncommon name. If you look for one, there's at least one person in each village.

　However, there is only one representative of the name Thoria on this continent.

　First Priestess of the Astaire Church, S-ranked Adventurer of the Guild, Saint of the Light Star ----.

　She's a girl who promises to go down in history along with many aliases and legends.

　Many worship not the goddess Astaire, but rather Solia Aiden.

　She stands alongside the brave men of the past and is considered 'hope'.

''It's nice to meet you, Sufi. I'm a high priest in the True Astaire religion. As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to speak with you, Soria-sama.

　The healing in this area had just come to an end.

　There was room for both of them.

'Is it a story?'

　So Soria asks Sufi back.

　There was no hostility. Rather, I could sense favoritism from Soria.

　Soria had heard about the activities of the True Astaire religion many times. The activities of the True Astaire religion.

　Rather, it was precisely because Soria often went to the front lines that she was able to know the serious activities of Sufi and the others.

''Yes. Soria-sama has faith in the ...... goddess Astaire, right?

'Yes. I'm a member of the Astaire faith.

I ask you a rude question: "....... What do you believe in?

What were you thinking about?

　I nodded my head, unable to gauge the truth of the question.

　Sufi asked again, breaking up the words.

'For example, did you have some kind of connection with Astaire-sama, did you find the lesson satisfying, was there a passage in the scriptures that you liked ......, etc.? I wanted to ask you some sort of reason for your faith.

　Of course, Sufi knows that there are people who believe in it for no deep reason.

　But Soria's activities are enough to lightly jump over that category.

　He wanted to know why he could be so active.

I'm sure you're right. Eh, yeah, nah, nah, nah, ......

　Soria nodded repeatedly, clearly upset.

　Her face turns vermilion - she reacts like a maiden in love.

　As Sufi waits, troubled by the reaction, Soria gives one cough and regains her mind.

'Wow, I'm a form of faith, or rather 'hope','

Hope ......?

　This time Sufi nodded her head in response, a little unexpectedly.

"Does that mean that Astaire-sama is a miracle?

Perhaps?

......?

　Sufi couldn't understand the intent of Soria's words, which she couldn't grasp even if she tried to grasp them.

　When Soria saw that, she gave an apologetic and bitter smile in acknowledgement.

''I'm sorry. There was a 'miracle' when I was just starting out. It was just at that time that I began to believe in Astaire-sama without a second thought.

So that's what happened.

　Sufi thinks.

　The perception of religion and coincidence is probably correct.

　But the fact that he says 'hope' without mentioning Astaire's name there doesn't seem to be a pattern of intense delusion.

　He has faith in the reality of the situation.

'Let me ask you something that I don't know, but what is that miracle ......?　And hope is .......

Yeah, yeah, that's ......!

　Soria's face turns red again.

　All the while embarrassed.

　But before Soria could answer, she was side-swiped.

''Haha, what's this?　Aren't they the true Astaireites? Are they coming to the battlefield to brainwash people again?　You don't learn your lesson very well, do you?

　A man with blue hair, dressed in a grandiose priestly outfit, approached.