The moment I raised the mace above my head, the divinity bestowed upon me by Armadi began to surge.
It was an order of magnitude stronger and purer than the divinity I possessed.
The overwhelming energy was more than enough for my insufficient body.
Normally, I wouldn’t be able to control the flow of such power.
In fact, I would have screamed in agony from the chaotic movements of that energy.
But not now. Grandpa was controlling the divinity that resided within me.
I knew Grandpa was incredible.
I had seen his tales of heroism, experienced his power, and followed the path he had walked.
However, feeling his abilities coursing through me left me in awe.
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To handle divinity in this way is possible?
A portion of the divinity gifted by Armadi was being used to enhance my body.
It wasn’t just about strengthening my physical form like I usually did.
From my heart to every single blood vessel, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes, every part of my body was being protected by this divinity.
Thanks to this, despite the unbearable movements of the divine energy, I felt not even a hint of pain.
But that’s not all.
The divinity gathering at the end of my mace didn’t just stop at mere accumulation.
Even while that was happening, it continued to weave magic with the divinity, amplifying itself over and over.
When I turned to look at his face, I saw determination shining in his eyes.
From the concentrated divinity emerged a massive magic circle.
Even though I was still a novice in magic, I now had a basic understanding of it.
So, I could distinguish what was happening.
This wasn’t something granted by a deity.
It was created by humans.
It was the outcome of earthly humans struggling to recreate what the gods had accomplished.
{What are you plotting?!}
Had the evil deity sensed the divine energy?
It shouted at me, glaring with its hollow black eyes, filled with hatred and malice.
The hostility emanating from one who held the title of a deity should be feared. Yet, for some reason, all I could do was smile.
{Did you think I would let this happen?!}
While the evil deity moved to prevent the miracle, all its actions were futile against me.
The flames of the evil deity were obstructed by the suddenly materialized ice.
The curses spewed by the evil deity were thwarted by the blessings spoken by the priest.
The judgment of the evil deity aimed at punishing mortals was blocked by a human’s greatsword.
Of course, that confrontation was not equal.
Even if imperfect, the evil deity was still a deity.
The power possessed by a being beyond the realm of mortals could never be countered indefinitely by humans.
While the count of Alrn seemed to have some stamina left, Georg and I were different.
Even if we held on through gritted teeth, a limit would eventually be reached.
Hah. What were the heroes of the past, who had once triumphed over complete evil deities, really like?
Facing an incomplete version was already overwhelming.
Respect welled up within me.
{Do not interfere! You insignificant beings!}
As the evil deity roared, Johann, clutching the crucifix in his hands, felt a warm energy flow from behind him.
It was different from the suffocating heat that had previously occupied the area; it was the warmth of the sun, providing comfort and calmness.
Feeling that, Johann turned to look behind him.
“...What is this?”
The sun was there.
This was not just a metaphor; it wasn’t akin to witnessing a massive flame.
It was surely the sun watching over everyone from the blue sky.
How could this happen?
The sun that should warm the world—how could it be here, in this narrow cave?
Am I hallucinating?
Am I confronting some bizarre spectacle after being overpowered by the evil deity?
{This is impossible! You think I would allow this?!}
“Ha-ha♡”
As Johann doubted his own eyes, he gazed down at the mocking yet vibrant laughter resonating beneath the sun.
And there it was.
A girl, raising her mace as if holding the holy light, bathed in the sun.
Ah. I see now.
The sun that should protect the world did not fall underground.
That little girl created a sun within this cave.
Reflecting on it, I realized how absurd the description was.
Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would have dismissed it as mere exaggeration.
Even if mixed in with the verses of a bard’s song, I would have scoffed at how overstated it was.
But all of it was true.
The girl holding up the sun, wearing a sly grin, was looking at the horrified evil deity from a distance.
“Did you expect me to scream?♡ Did you want me begging for my life?♡ Were you trying to fill your pathetic ego with that?♡ Wow, so gross♡”
{You wretched little girl!}
“Ew, how scary♡ Really. Puh♡ Just like an evil deity. Puhuh♡ Such overwhelming pressure, huh?♡”
{How dare you mock Bahda! A mere mortal!}
The flames that had been endlessly writhing around began to scatter all at once, concentrating all that heat into the hands of the evil deity.
I was also a sun.
Not the sun that warms the world, but a sinister sun that burns and kills humans.
An entity that laughs at those starving to death on drought-ridden lands.
A being wishing for the suffering of every living thing upon this earth.
{I will make you regret this, Armadi! I wish for all that you love to turn to ash!}
That cry marked the end.
In the end, the sun raised by the girl filled the cave with its warmth.
The evil deity, having lost its way, could only target that which it most despised.
As everything of Bahda was sealed within, the cracks etched in the seal began to restore.
With all of this in view, Johann knelt, still staring at the warm sun remaining in place.
It was something that could not be accepted by common sense, nor could it be understood.
Had I only heard it, I would have laughed and dismissed it.
Those with weak ears would be awed, and pessimists would dismiss it outright.
People call that a miracle.
And at this very moment, Johann was witnessing the unfolding of that miracle.