The girl lived on the frontier, but she had never been poor.

　She was never wealthy, but her heart was full of happiness.

　Her father, who was an Astaire priest, and her mother, who was deeply religious.

　The people of the village were blessed.

　There were many happy days.

　One day, however, my parents and the Astaire people of the village left to go to the divine city to do some research.

　Sufi thought it was nothing special, just like a field trip.

　A week passed, then a month, then three months, when a letter arrived.

　It was from her parents and people in the village - and it was from her parents.

'There is much that is suspicious about Astaireism now.'

"I've come to the City of God to look into it.

　and so on.

　There was a conjecture but firm suspicion that there was something wrong with the Astaire religion.

"The current Astairean religion has ties to the demons.

"The magic that was supposed to go to the goddess Astaire...

　Sufi just read.

　Until the last line.

"I'm sorry, Sufi. By the time you read this, we'll be dead. That's the way it's supposed to go. When you do, take the top shelf in the house. You will find it wrapped in a cloth. --It's the holy sword that was once entrusted to our ancestors by a brave man of the past.

'Hopefully you'll use it to defend yourself. I hope you'll live modestly and not be as reckless as we are.

I'm really sorry.

　There was a trail of tears behind the letter.

'Why did you ...... tell me to live ...... and mommy and daddy did that to me ......?'

　At first there was a hollow feeling, and then a growing anger.

　As time went on, I had a bad feeling about it.

　These were not the kind of parents who would tell a joke that would hurt someone.

　That's why the contents of the letter stung like a stab to the skin.

　They didn't spell it out in words, but I could feel my parents' disappointment.

　They are so religious.

　The people of this village that were once saved by a brave man chosen by Astaire.

　They are the ones who could notice the blackening of the cult just by looking at it from the side.

　It's impossible that they wouldn't feel a sense of helplessness at the outcome of death and the end.

--a feeling of frustration followed by anger.

　Sufi did not pull out his holy sword.

　No, he didn't pull it out.

　The scabbard was rusty and he couldn't pull it out.

　He didn't let go of it, even though his parents cluttered up with how he was going to protect himself with it.

　But instead, I took the sword to my heart.

　I also founded an organization called True Astaire Faith. At first it was just the people of the village. The people of the village received letters from the bereaved families. No one was negative.

　The Astaire religion would stare at me and I might end up playing second fiddle to my father and mother. Nevertheless, when he became huge enough to have a group of followers who would carry on his will even if he died, he went around to the royal capitals and even the capitals of countries to proselytize.

　He said that Astaireanism today is dubious. He said that the true Astairean religion is here.

　There were times when I was accused of being an insane person to listen to a little girl with no name and no achievements.

　Still, there were many who were struck by the sincerity of his activities.

　Gradually, the True Astaire religion grew, and Sufi heard that 'the brave are determined'.

　A brave person who is decided by people, not the goddess Astaire called the Brave Society.

　But at the same time, Sufi was looking into it. About the holy sword.

　There were several types of holy swords.

　The sword Sufi had was a 'holy sword gives power to the person it chooses'.

　That's why he went to see the person who would be 'brave', even though the heroic society would choose him, and asked the Holy Sword to judge him.

　In order to find a 'savior' who can break the current situation where the largest sect of the human race called Astaire religion is in a lot of trouble.

　The.

　There was no reaction to anyone standing on the field.

　It was true that all of them seemed to be strong, but the Holy Sword did not choose them.

　Just then, disaster strikes.

　A horde of dragons had attacked the divine city.

　And yet, no, that's why the 'Holy Sword' reacted.

　It wasn't anyone standing on the field.

　It was reacting to one man who was watching in the spectator's seat, who looked bored.

''...... Savior-sama ......!

　The man was a ray of light for the girl who had fought so desperately in the dark, but still fought so hard.

　It was a hope that would shatter the unbearable despair.

　That's why he tried to speak to her on the spot - and stopped unexpectedly.

　What if he was targeted by the Astaire cult?

　If you ask me, he's an S-ranked person in the guild.

　It's not that he's not well known.

　What if he joined the true Astaire religion, which is full of bad press?

　Now is not the time.

　Sufi thought.

　But someday, surely, when that time comes.

　Sufi is going to give you the holy sword.