The Great Cathedral, in a messy reception room, the Hero stood motionless.
The girl's eyes were closed, holding a dark gold Magic Guide Book, while in front of her, a woman with a mature appearance and sharp blades protruding from her arms sat slumped on a sofa, encircled by an illusory barrier.
In this room, originally protected by sound insulation magic and thus very quiet, faint noises from the outside seeped through the walls that had been slashed open.
"Is the inspection complete? Can I go in now?"
"No problem, brother, oh no, Viscount, Lady Saintess she is just..."
"Of course. Leave it to me, I will handle it properly."
Then, the young man with black hair and emerald eyes pushed open the door and walked into the room at a relaxed pace.
"Dealing with these believers is troublesome."
Not knowing how many times this month he was called "brother" by strangers, this Pantheon-level Mystic Master rubbed his forehead and then looked up at the room.
