Chapter 96: 96 95 Reunion of the Spirits

ninety-five

A tip through a horizontal hole all over the lake. The battle waged in the secret chapel there was moving towards convergence.

The skeleton, which lost one arm, erupts a black mist that erodes the Spirit from all over his body, leaving it to anger to start rambling.

Mira immediately distanced herself, and Popotweiss also caught sight of the escape gap out of range. And when it came to Garm, he had such a skeleton and fierce offense.

The movement of the skeleton, lacking calm, is monotonous, made instantaneous of what strikes the garm, and the arm protruding with an odd voice does not reach just poking at the sky. And at last, the skeleton was slammed to the ground with a mighty blow by Garm's claws.

It is then. The vain eyes of the skeleton captured the holy sword that had been removed in the grass. Moments, dark light dwells in their eyes.

The skeleton reaches out to the Holy Sword in a heartbeat. It was like being possessed by something. Its appearance was like that of an addict, full of signs resembling madness.

But before its reach, the spreads of Arlaune are entangled in the holy sword. And I pulled him straight into the bush and hid him invisible.

Still, the skeleton rushes out in search of the Holy Sword. There was already only the Holy Sword in its eyes, and it ran through the front of the Garm indefensibly.

Shortly afterwards, the columns of the Red Lotus are rolled backwards, and the noise is raised and waved to the horizontal giraffe. That's the tail of a flaming garm. The fierce blow, which reversed the body and maximized momentum, scattered the firepowder that could be bounced and exploded.

If the body of the skeleton struck the deepest part of the blown chapel with momentum, the impact caused a crack in the wall and the surroundings to sway shiftily.

"Well, that's a lot of power."

Mira shrugs like she was impressed to see the falling skeleton without power, stroking the tip of Garm's nose to praise. Then Garm sounded his throat joyfully and swung his flaming tail.

"All right, all right, all right, so why don't you just relax?"

Mira looks at the skeleton as she shakes off the fiercely scattered firepowder.

Little by little, the flames that were illuminating the chapel were misty, and at the same time the silence engulfed the place. And the dry noise rang teasing there.

I got up. It should be noted that the skeleton was treading on the ground with two legs after a blow that could be described as a combined blast of flames and a special attack by Garm.

But at the next moment, the skull flutters. There were countless cracks in the torso of the skeleton and I could see that it was taking considerable damage.

Mira checks the holy sword wrapped in a retrospective crawl, then looks at the skeleton again and walks out one step before exhaling.

"Terribly tough, but now that you don't need to worry about your sword, you don't need to cut it."

When Mira uttered that word, it dropped significantly backwards, as Garm and Popotwise indicated, as she responded to it. And instead, the greenery grows. Dozens of sprawls stretched out of the depressed and lush grass, wrapping themselves around the skeleton where they stood trying to jump.

The skeleton roars, pulling and chopping the crawl. But the accumulated wounds go hand in hand, and the multiple windings are not easy to solve.

And it became a deadly gap for the skeleton.

Mira slowly points her palms at the skeleton. Then the constraint of Arcana that appeared there instantly turned into the summoning formation of the Rosary.

That was preparation for the advanced summons, but it was a little different than before.

"It was out of the sea. Glorious. The end of this sky, the beginnings of the gloomy flourishing. When its heartbeat does not stop and its exhalation is constant, when the world is full of thousands of heavens, dawn, shine twice!

[Summoning Spirituality: Kelvimhart]

The summoning party, which increased the light in response to the spinning words, emitted red and glowing red lotus flames as soon as possible. Then the flame swirls as if it were alive and instantly creates the shape of a person.

It was the dependent price of Dimiargos, the Great Spirit of Fire, made of Mira's mana.

Summoning Spirituality. It is a technique that goes far beyond the realm of man, exercising the power of the immense Great Spirit only for a moment.

The swinging flame became the shape of a person, who looked to the front as if to mimic Mira's movements and protruded Red Lotus's arms toward the skeleton.

Moments later, a sphere with burning heat swallowed the skeleton. It burns white, not red. It is like a small sun.

Flaming spheres that emitted low sounds like snowstorms and emitted intense light did not make them feel any heat at all.

That depends on the nature of the procedure. Summoning Spirituality: Kelvimhart is the effect of filling only the specified area with flames, characterised by the fact that the narrower its scope, the more powerful it becomes. Therefore, there are no heat effects, good or bad, outside the range.

And it was in this range that it was the smallest and most powerful.

A chapel illuminated with dazzling light. Eventually, if that light source disappeared, there were only traces of grass bushes there as if they had been rounded off and the smell of burning.

"Hmm, apparently I couldn't stand this."

It was burned with overwhelming heat and the boulder skeleton could not retain its prototype either. Confirming that, Mira smiled satisfactorily.

The place where he was supposed to be was just scattered with black ash and a hint of fog, but there was no trace of dust in the presence of the culprit.

It is the victory of Mira and the others.

If Garm wins next door as if to prove it, Popotwise, who stayed on Mira's shoulder, "Praise me," or Arlaune gently leaned over Mira's chest to sweeten her.

"Um, the Lord and the others did well."

Mira praises the three of them and then says, "Thank you for your hard work" and sends each of them back. Garm barked proudly, Popotwise spreading his wings with joy, and Arlaune returned with a glowing kneckle.

"Thank you for getting your friend back"

"Thanks"

Words Lambert and Anartine descend as the bushes that covered their surroundings disappear like illusions. The two lined up in front of Mira and bowed their heads deeply, still floating with the joy of all the ripples.

"Thank you and so forth. Get him to your friends faster than that."

That's what Mira said and smiled at the two of them, glancing at the holy sword lying in the corner of the chapel. The memorial came true, and my friend was finally released. You should be delighted with that now.

The two spirits thanked Mira once now for her care and rushed to the Holy Sword with joy and courage.

"Sun. Sun."

"Sanctia. It's okay now, Sanctia"

Antine holds the Holy Sword dearly, and Words Lambert gently calls upon the pattern with his hands.

The change began slowly. That's what slowly brings light particles up around you, like breathing when you wake up from sleep.

Then what do you think, the holy sword trembles slightly and the particles of light emit a dazzling light intermediately. And at the next moment, beside the Holy Sword, there was a woman standing as if she had been there from the beginning.

"Oh! The fog is clear -!

The woman waved her hands up vigorously and shouted so with a hard voice.

"Sanctia!"

"Sun!

Words Lambert grips his hand in a sensational manner, and Antine embraces the woman weeping out of relief. Apparently it's Sanctia, the Martial Spirit she resides in the Holy Sword.

"It's been a long time!

Sanctia, by contrast, held them back hard with a sunny smile in addition to surprise.

(Inspiring reunion, is that okay?)

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Mira gazed at the three with temperature differences somehow, laughing as she seemed reasonably happy so there was no problem.

"Thanks for your help!

Sanctia, who was briefed by the two of them, looks back in momentum and jumps to Mira screaming so, hugging her as she feels emotionally.

"Uh, um, safely, more than anything."

Does this have anything to do with the holy sword's weapon spirits, Sanctia wears armor like Valkyrie, and Mira, whose hard chest armor is pressed against her cheek, answers the sighing symphony?

"It's Sanctia. Thank you so much!"

Sanctia, who finished her well-thanked embrace, said so and bowed her head so that she could take a few steps back and then change. Her armor, which flourishes with blue fabric and gold decorations based on white, is however saintly knightly, and blonde hair, ready for shortcuts, wraps it up more riddledly.

Sanctia, however, had a pleasant personality and had the impression that it was against Rin's appearance. But it also highlighted her uncontrolled smile.

"I'm not Mira. There's nothing like it."

First seen holy sword weapon spirits. Answered naturally, Mira stares seriously at Sanctia with her fingers attached to the tip of her jaw.

"Thank you so much. I'd definitely like to thank you, but I wonder if Mira has any hope. I'll do whatever we can."

You'd be extra happy, Words Lambert lined up next to Sanctia to float and lean on the full face of joy, and said so with a bounced voice.

"Hum, that's right..."

Asked for hope, Mira thinks as she squeaks so.

"How about this or something? They're all treasures of great historical value."

From behind the chapel, Anartine came with a box that looked big and heavy. I put the box in front of Mira. She says, "Make sure you take it" and opens the box lid.

Inside, when I heard that was the gold and silver treasure, it was tightly packed with treasures that came to mind.

"Ho, what is this? It's going to be slightly over 100 million."

Mira was drained from its luxurious contents by the extra luxurious glow of the dazzling. But all that was in there, for better or worse, was gold and silver treasures. There was not a single item that Mira liked, such as artefacts with special powers or equipment that might be useful for her adventures.

"If it's a treasure, I'm not interested in the Holy Sword."

Having checked all the way through the box, Mira raises her face and shifts her gaze straight to Sanctia.

There was a flame of strong interest in Mira's eyes. Sanctia, who received it, said in a decent way, "Uh, me?," he said, tilting his neck.

"It still is, isn't it? I get it. If that's what Mira, the benefactor, wants."

"Right. We owe it to her to save us."

Words Lambert and Anartine gave a slightly lonely look and hugged Sanctia from both sides as they nodded at each other somewhere as they realized.

"Don't bother Mr. Mira. You can't follow people you don't know. Oh, don't like it or not."

"Sun. Good luck with that. And call me once in a while."

Whispering to make you say so, the two with thin tears. It was as if they were rural parents dropping off their daughter going to the city.

Words Lambert, one away, returns with something in his hand from the pedestal in the center of the chapel as Antine continues his parting words.

What the hell is this?

I'm starting to feel like this is a crazy flow, Mira. And it turns into certainty at the next moment.

"Regards, Sanctia"

Saying so, Words Lambert offers Mira the sheath he took from the pedestal. In brilliant decoration, that sheath of colour, similar to Sanctia's armor, was meant to fit the holy sword correctly.

In a grim way, Mira stares at it. In this case, receiving the sheath would mean becoming the holder of the Holy Sword.

But Mira was a summoner in the first place, and there's no way she could have used it where she got the Holy Sword. The answer had therefore been decided.

"Uh, no. I am a magician. [M]" The Holy Sword and all that is left to hold. "

Yes. If Mira refuses to receive it, Words Lambert will have a loose look between them,

"Is that it? But earlier, he said he was interested"

So I rebelled Mira's words in my brain. I was wondering if there was a mistake. Behind it, Antine also leaned her neck and floated a question mark while holding Sanctia.

"I see. Is that what happened? I'm sorry, that didn't sound right. I'm interested in Sanctia, the Spirit of Martial Arts."

Mira, convinced by Words Lambert's actions, apologizes so and then turns her gaze to Sanctia again.

A holy sword that sleeps securely in the chapel ahead that proceeded into the lake. Besides, the armored spirits that dwelt in it. In that they are both first-sighted Mira but summoners, the holy sword's weapon spirits were of particular interest.

"To Sanctia herself, is it?

It looks beautiful if you keep your mouth shut, but does that have anything to do with Mira, the woman? The next moment he thought that, visionary of the lily blooming garden, Words Lambert did hear the sound of a new door opening.

"Oh, could you do me a favor?"

Apparently, the thought of the parties themselves followed there as well, and Sanctia nodded in an uneven manner, blushing her cheeks in disgrace.

I think he's still asleep.

Mira glances back at Sanctia staring at her with glossy eyes, sighing with a shuddering face, and starts explaining.

"I am a summoning magician, and your lord is a martial arts spirit, right? And it is not in my memory that the Spirit of the Armor of the Holy Sword."

Mira stood up in front of Sanctia and let her eyes glow demonically, distorting her mouth.

"Don't you care if I can get a contract? Armored Spirit Summoning of the Holy Sword. I'm worried. Do you know what our Lord is like? What's going to happen?

Ask for consent, more of a pushy tone, Mira approaching as if possessed by something.

"Eh...... I don't know because I've never..."

"Then it's the first time. Hmm, that's interesting. Isn't that interesting?"

Starting off the regular track, Mira grins deeper by grasping Sanctia's shoulder as she eats.

"I don't know, I'm just scared.

Mira's paranoia about summoning is double. Sanctia, barely pressured by the force, asked two of her friends for help. But Words Lambert and Antine only took a few steps back and cheered that it was a chance to reward them.

"Look, it's not on the edge of anything that we met here. I don't know if I can or can't do it. That's good, right?

Maybe I can't make a covenant with the Holy Sword's Armor Spirit. However, if you have never tried it, it also means that you have never tried it. Having found the possibility there, Mira is still pressing for Sanctia's first time.

"Yeah...... Okay. I don't know if I can do this right, but I'll do my best!

Even if Mira didn't understand the obsession she showed, Sanctia, who felt only the enthusiasm, answered with determination and a clear face.

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