It was at the same time that Phil and Yusuf got up.

　One by one, the defensive magicians of the True Astaire religion were being broken one by one - inside, the knights who were called the elite of the Holy Republic were moving.

　The knights who were patrolling outside, and the knights who were inside asking for time or organizing personnel, moved in unison.

　The walls were collapsing and the walls were being attacked.

　Naturally, there were many who were caught up in it. But it was making its way in a way. They were trying to climb up and out of the rubble in places, trying to get out.

'Where are you looking?'

　Yousef closes the distance between them in one go.

　A fist harder than lead, strengthened by the magic power that has diverged from the flesh and blood, flies in.

　I avoid it with just barely a head.

　But it's not because he had room to spare.

　Yusuf's speed was unusual.

'I ask again. Who are you?

　I heard a snap and a crack in the surface. When I touched it, it seemed to be cracked from his eyes to the size of his chin.

　I guess I hadn't been able to avoid it.

'Totally. This is not good.

　Yousef's question was unanswered and cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

　It's the first sign of death I've felt in a long time.

　The magic power in Yusuf's body was gathered from nearly 100,000 followers. It's just a part of it, and even though he shared it with another demon race, it's still too huge.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what's going on.

''Answer me!

''Your opponent will be me!　Don't ignore it!

　Yusef was about to strike again when a silvery white sword interfered from the side.

　It was Phil.

　He had gotten up and leaped to the pedestal.

　But it was the same thing as before.

　He was caught in a raw arm again.

　A light wind pressure is created in the collision of the two sides.

　Thanks to this, the mask that was cracked is removed. The cracks that were at an angle are falling from the bottom to the top.

'I knew it, Jeed-san!

　Soria is the first to react.

　Then Phil and Yusuf look at me.

Jeed ......⁉ Well, you get Master Soria away from here!

'Hahaha!　It was a miscalculation to have Zied come in, but ...... Well, that's okay. All you have to do is kick your man's ass. But you don't want them both to come?

　Yusuf scoffs at Phil's words.

　It's just that the difference in competence is obvious.

'...... This guy's competence doesn't help anything!　I'm good enough for you!

　That's what Phil said. It's a terrible rant.

　Soria is next to me, looking miffed.

'Phil!　I've been thinking for a while now that you're disrespecting Mr. Jide--!

Well, okay. I agree with you about getting Thoria off her pedestal. It's too precarious here. Thoria and I are going to stay down.

　I hug Soria to the side as I say it.

　It's too late to walk down the stairs.

'Ho, ho, ho ......!　Zi, Ziad, you can go to ......!

'It's going to fly. Clench your teeth so you don't bite your tongue.

Hi, hi ......!

　He had an unruly mouth, but still had a firm, small, peachy lip cupped shut in one letter.

　I jumped down to see how Soria was ready to go.

　She was able to land quickly on the ground.

'Oh, weren't you heavy ......!

　Soria was the first to get off and the first to look at me.

　She asks with an anxious upward glance.

'Not at all. It was rather light.'

Oh, yeah?

　She nods somewhat contentedly.

　But Soria quickly huffs and looks around.

　Many wounded. Some of them are ...... dead.

　A pained look came over her face as she looked at them.

''I will move on to healing the wounded.

　The dignified language and the words and actions directed at the wounded in an instant were a personality worthy of being called a saint.

　Now, Yusuf said that Phil would do it, so let's hit the other demon race to deal with them.