The traces of the years are clearly visible.

It seems that everything is normal, and everything seems to be abnormal.

The priest looked at Airlie with his dark eyes that seemed unable to see any light source, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.

After looking at each other briefly, they both turned around and walked in completely different directions with their backs facing each other.

Just, at the moment of brushing.

【I really want to... really want to... ah...】

【Birth... how longing... to come to this world...】

This is the whine of the incomplete little Holy Grail from within the heroic spirit.

The heroic spirit cannot hear, but the priest can hear.

——God will not reject the birth of any life.

The figure of the priest in black gradually faded away.

The cross swayed left and right with his steps, with bright silver light flowing around its edges.

——In this case... Hehe, I can only replace God and fulfill my wish for it.

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