And well, after scraping away the lifespan of General Grades in that way, we moved to achieve our biggest objective.
“Uhm…Haine-san.” (Karen)
“Yes?” (Haine)
“Why did you bring the Demon Lords to Apollon City in the first place?” (Karen)
A valid question from the accompanying Karen-san.
“Karen-san…..the Demon Lords are currently hurt by the shock of experiencing the loss of a comrade for the first time. They may have strong divine power, but they were born recently. They don’t know how to take the sadness.” (Haine)
“I see…” (Karen)
“It is because they are in that delicate of a state that there’s the need for fitting skill or it will be impossible to heal them. We need a specialist in handling the heart.” (Haine)
And from the people I know of, the one who is the best at this is this person —the Light Founder, Yorishiro.
The three Demon Lords and her were having an audience at the altar of the Light Church.
“WAAAAAAAAAAIT!” (Karen)
Karen-san was conspicuously agitated by this.
She closes in on me who is spectating this together with her.
“What’s going on?! Why are you having Yorishiro-sama face the Demon Lords?!” (Karen)
“Didn’t I tell you already? We need someone to treat the heart of the Demon Lords.” (Haine)
The one most fit to do this is Yorishiro.
“A specialist in evaluating the heart, diagnosing the wound, and has the best technique for it; don’t you think that’s basically Yorishiro, Karen-san?” (Haine)
“Well, yeah…” (Karen)
After all, religion is specialized in filling the openings of the heart.
And Yorishiro who rules over the Light Church is the best heart controller.
“Mind control is a necessary skill in religion after all.” (Haine)
“This is not a cult!!” (Karen)
But I have already brought them before her.
Now then, Yorishiro, heal the wounded hearts of the Demon Lords with that silver tongue of yours that brought you all the way to the top of the Light Church at a young age!
“…..I have a rough idea of things thanks to Haine-san.” (Yorishiro)
Yorishiro speaks in an austere stance.
A voice that could pull even us in. And for the spiritually wounded Demon Lords, this had great effect.
“Gugh…” (Michael)
“What’s with this voice?! I feel as if I am being drawn in…!” (Gabriel)
“The divinity is…!” (Uriel)
The Demon Lords were all ears now.
“The first taste of separation. It must have been painful to even describe in words. Saying ‘I understand your feelings’ here, would be hypocritical. Your pain is yours only after all.” (Yorishiro)
“Ugh…”
The Demon Lords endured the words of Yorishiro that felt, at a glance, as if she were pushing them away.
“The death won’t resurrect. What’s lost cannot return. Even if you were to say ‘if I had done those things at that time, it might not have turned out this way’, time will still not rewind. No one can change what has happened in the already gone past.” (Yorishiro)
“We already know that!!” (Gabriel)
Gabriel rebutted as if she couldn’t endure it any longer.
“But that’s all we can do! We can’t stop thinking about how there might have been a chance to save Raphael!” (Gabriel)
“And what if there had been a chance?” (Yorishiro)
Yorishiro asks cool-headed.
“We would only be carving that uselessness of us for letting that chance escape.” (Michael)
“That’s right.” (Yorishiro)
Michael mutters heavily.
“We are incompetent. No matter how much divine power we are overflowing with, or how big it is, we couldn’t even save one comrade. We are useless people that are only flung around by our own strength!” (Michael)
“That’s right, but…” (Yorishiro)
Yorishiro stops her words for a moment and says.
“That’s how everyone is.” (Yorishiro)
“?”
Uriel raises his head.
Like a sinner that had noticed the existence of God in the middle of their prayer.
“The longer one lives…the more regrets one will surely shoulder. They painfully think ‘if I had done this’ while regretting a past that they can’t do anything about. This is something that everyone who has made decisions would experience.” (Yorishiro)