The pope was hit squarely by Leold's fist and was blown away with great force.
The pope crashed into the wall of the cathedral and collapsed, and only now did he feel the shock that ran down his face.
"I can't believe it. ...... What the hell is this?""
After stroking his beaten cheek, the Pope exclaims in surprise as he realizes that he has been cut inside the mouth.
The Pope shuddered at the incomparable power of the blow.
Not from fear, of course.
It was a shiver of delight.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
The Pope, who was laughing like a madman, covered his own face with his hands to restrain his twisted face.
Many were bewildered by this scene and had expressions of bewilderment on their faces.
Among them, only Leold guessed the cause of the Pope's laughter.
"Are you that happy? That I have become stronger?"
Everyone could not believe their ears when Leold said that.
But the Pope was possessed by the god of war.
If that is the case, it is reasonable to say that Leold is happy that he has become stronger.
"It's only natural!"
A roar shook the church.
It is not the roar of the Pope, but the roar of the god of war who is sealed away in a distant place.
"How could I not be happy? You have evolved from an excellent warrior to a superb warrior. How could I not be delighted? I certainly love to fight. But before that, I am a god who blesses warriors! Therefore, Leold Harvest, I praise and bless you. You have reached the realm of the great."
"I am not pleased by your praise. Let's just get this battle out of here".
"I think you could enjoy seeing me a little more, don't you?"
Don't spout off creepy lines with your old man's face and voice. Besides, you may be a god, but you are a male.
"God can change his gender. If you want, I can become a woman.'
"Nonsense. If you turn into a woman, all you want from me is to fight. Then be a man. It's easier to beat you. That's all."
"I see. Women are harder to hit?"
"Just because they are harder to hit doesn't mean I won't hit them. If they are my enemies, I have no mercy on them, no matter how old or young they are."
"I see."
While continuing to ask and answer questions, both walked slowly and closed the distance between them.
Then they came within arm's reach of each other.
As if they were about to duel, they looked into each other's eyes, smiled wryly, and at the same time shot out their fists.
Leold's fist punched Pope's cheek, and Pope's fist punched Leold's cheek.
The two men's faces were transformed as their fists dug into each other's faces, and their mouths were agape as they shot their sharp eyes at their opponents.
"Let's have fun to our heart's content!"
Let's finish this quickly and I'm going home!'
What began from there was a rush of rage that was not even visible to the naked eye.
Leold and Pope released their fists at an unusual speed.
Hundreds and thousands of punches were delivered in a matter of seconds.
Those who were watching the clash between the two men could do nothing but watch with bated breath.
The fight between the two was of a different scale.
The mere clash of their fists created a shockwave that shook the church and destroyed the glass.
There was no longer a single piece of glass left in the church, and the cathedral was now nothing more than a formality.
'Is this how god fight ......!"
}At least it looks like there's no room for us ......."
Gulping, Jex and Barbaroth are overwhelmed by the fight in front of them.
The two, being military men, knew that Leold and the Pope were far away from the area they were fighting in.
How much more training would it take to reach them?
Would they be able to reach it in one year, ten years, or even a hundred years?
Jex and Barbaroth longed to see the two of them venture into the endless realm.
"Leold ....... I knew it, you're a great man}.
Ji, Sieg is about as good as he is!"
"Elina ....... I know it. I can't reach it. Leold is an overwhelming genius."
"It's an insult to Leold to just say that."
The one who interrupted the conversation between Siegfried and Elina was Sylvia.
She was upset by Siegfried's comment.
She could not forgive Siegfried for thinking he understood everything with a single word, "genius."
She was aware of Leold's efforts.
She knows Leold's resolve.
Sylvia, who had been watching over Leold ever since she met him, did not like it when he was spoken of him only as a genius.
"Leold has not missed a single day of effort in the past few years. He has never made any compromise while fulfilling his duties as a lord. He has pushed himself to the limit, he has hurt himself to the limit, and yet he has never stopped walking. That is why he is the man he is today. It is very displeasing to hear you say that you understand this just because he is a genius."
"No, no, I didn't mean it that way."
"Yes, I know. you don't mean any harm. But ...... no, I was a little mean . I am sorry."
Siegfried has no malicious intent.
Nevertheless, Sylvia was at fault this time.
Sylvia apologized to Siegfried, who knew nothing about the matter, for having scorned and blamed him for his ignorance.
"Oh, no, there's nothing to apologize for."
As Sylvia lowers her head and Siegfried is panicking, the aftermath of the battle between Leold and the Pope comes crashing down on them.
Siegfried there reached out his hand, but Isabelle quickly intervened, supported Sylvia, and popped Siegfried's hand.
"Sylvia-sama is the fiancée of His Lordship Leold. Even if it is an emergency, it is not a person whom the other gender is allowed to touch. I'll let it slide this time because it was an emergency, but there won't be a next time."
'I'll let you off the hook this time, but there won't be a next time! Seig was just trying to support her highness when she was about to fall down!"
"Elina-sama. I'm sure you, the duchess, will understand what I'm talking about.'
"Well, that's true, but there's a way to say it - geez!"
Isabelle's statement is not wrong.
However, just as Elina was about to complain about that and that, the shockwave from the clash between Leold and the Pope hit the girls again, and Elina was caught off guard and rolled over in a heaping heap.
"Elina!"
Siegfried rushes to the rescue as Elina rolls over in the shockwave.
The girls surrounding Siegfried, such as Anastasia and Clarice, followed suit.
Isabelle took the opportunity to get away from them and headed for Leold's subordinates such as Jex, Barbaroth, and Gilbert.
"Lady Sylvia. I understand your feelings, but you mustn't carelessly approach that man."
"I'm sorry. I understand perfectly."
Sylvia, who was being held by Isabelle, remembered her earlier blunder.
She had almost touched a man other than Leold, even if it was on the spur of the moment.
How fearless that would have been.
'I wish I knew. Come on, it's better that way."
When Isabelle reached Barbaroth and the others, she put Sylvia down and turned her attention to Leold who was in mortal combat with the Pope.
Sylvia, caught in the moment, also turned her attention to Leold.
There, she saw Leold fighting single-mindedly with his teeth clenched.
"Leold-sama ......"
All Sylvia could do was pray.
The battle between the two was on another scale, and her sacred wards would be of no use.
No longer is anyone in a position to interfere
(Gghh ......! Each blow was heavy! Even with the power of the earth, the speed of lightning, and the control of water, it's even! And it's an extraordinary amount of magical power consumption! And because of the magic circle in the sky above, magic power is constantly being absorbed! What the hell are they doing?)
Leold, who was engaged in an extreme infighting with the Pope, looked at his men with a sideways glance.
His subordinates were just looking at him as if they were praying for Leordo's victory, and none of them were going to destroy the magic circle in the sky.
It was no wonder.
After all, the battle between Leold and the Pope that was taking place in front of their eyes was so intense and extreme that it was a sight to behold.
Because of that, they had completely forgotten about the magic circle in the sky above us.
(Why are you just looking at and not doing anything? No, no. This is enchantment! Damn! Yeah, I can't help it! I'd forget a lot of things too if I saw a fight like this right in front of me!)
Realizing that his men had become a gallery and were entranced by their fight, Leoldo head-butted the Pope and gave him a few moments.
In less than a second, he took a deep breath, and then, speaking from the bottom of his stomach, he gave brief, precise instructions to his subordinates.
"Listen up, all of you! Destroy the magic circle directly above the cathedral! Once that is gone, we will have a chance to win!"
"You've got a lot of time on your hands to look around!"
'Agh!
Leold, who had shown his openness, took a few shots from the Pope and fell back.
But there was still something to be said.
Those who understood this immediately sprang into action.
Most of them moved to destroy the magic circle deployed just above the cathedral, but some stayed behind.
Sylvia.
She was going to leave the destruction of the magic circle to the others and watch Leold's triumph.
Sylvia?
"Please win ......! Please win! Leold!"
Leold!"
Sylvia crossed her arms and prayed as she shouted for Leordo's victory.
Hearing this, he froze, his eyes wide open.
The pope took aim at him and punched him on the cheek, but Leordo held his ground and looked confident.
"What is that? What's that look?"
"No, it's just that I've learned that nothing works better than a cheering from a woman I'm in love with!"
Receiving a cheer from Sylvia, Leold shook his fist vigorously.
The Pope attacked without mercy, but Leold was undaunted, and he fired his fist straight at her.
"Gub!"
I'll teach you! The power of love! (T/n at least not power of friendship ..)
Leold shouted in high spirits as he punched the Pope.
The pope was hit squarely by Leold's fist and was blown away with great force.
The pope crashed into the wall of the cathedral and collapsed, and only now did he feel the shock that ran down his face.
"I can't believe it. ...... What the hell is this?""
After stroking his beaten cheek, the Pope exclaims in surprise as he realizes that he has been cut inside the mouth.
The Pope shuddered at the incomparable power of the blow.
Not from fear, of course.
It was a shiver of delight.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
The Pope, who was laughing like a madman, covered his own face with his hands to restrain his twisted face.
Many were bewildered by this scene and had expressions of bewilderment on their faces.
Among them, only Leold guessed the cause of the Pope's laughter.
"Are you that happy? That I have become stronger?"
Everyone could not believe their ears when Leold said that.
But the Pope was possessed by the god of war.
If that is the case, it is reasonable to say that Leold is happy that he has become stronger.
"It's only natural!"
A roar shook the church.
It is not the roar of the Pope, but the roar of the god of war who is sealed away in a distant place.
"How could I not be happy? You have evolved from an excellent warrior to a superb warrior. How could I not be delighted? I certainly love to fight. But before that, I am a god who blesses warriors! Therefore, Leold Harvest, I praise and bless you. You have reached the realm of the great."
"I am not pleased by your praise. Let's just get this battle out of here".
"I think you could enjoy seeing me a little more, don't you?"
Don't spout off creepy lines with your old man's face and voice. Besides, you may be a god, but you are a male.
"God can change his gender. If you want, I can become a woman.'
"Nonsense. If you turn into a woman, all you want from me is to fight. Then be a man. It's easier to beat you. That's all."
"I see. Women are harder to hit?"
"Just because they are harder to hit doesn't mean I won't hit them. If they are my enemies, I have no mercy on them, no matter how old or young they are."
"I see."
While continuing to ask and answer questions, both walked slowly and closed the distance between them.
Then they came within arm's reach of each other.
As if they were about to duel, they looked into each other's eyes, smiled wryly, and at the same time shot out their fists.
Leold's fist punched Pope's cheek, and Pope's fist punched Leold's cheek.
The two men's faces were transformed as their fists dug into each other's faces, and their mouths were agape as they shot their sharp eyes at their opponents.
"Let's have fun to our heart's content!"
Let's finish this quickly and I'm going home!'
What began from there was a rush of rage that was not even visible to the naked eye.
Leold and Pope released their fists at an unusual speed.
Hundreds and thousands of punches were delivered in a matter of seconds.
Those who were watching the clash between the two men could do nothing but watch with bated breath.
The fight between the two was of a different scale.
The mere clash of their fists created a shockwave that shook the church and destroyed the glass.
There was no longer a single piece of glass left in the church, and the cathedral was now nothing more than a formality.
'Is this how god fight ......!"
}At least it looks like there's no room for us ......."
Gulping, Jex and Barbaroth are overwhelmed by the fight in front of them.
The two, being military men, knew that Leold and the Pope were far away from the area they were fighting in.
How much more training would it take to reach them?
Would they be able to reach it in one year, ten years, or even a hundred years?
Jex and Barbaroth longed to see the two of them venture into the endless realm.
"Leold ....... I knew it, you're a great man}.
Ji, Sieg is about as good as he is!"
"Elina ....... I know it. I can't reach it. Leold is an overwhelming genius."
"It's an insult to Leold to just say that."
The one who interrupted the conversation between Siegfried and Elina was Sylvia.
She was upset by Siegfried's comment.
She could not forgive Siegfried for thinking he understood everything with a single word, "genius."
She was aware of Leold's efforts.
She knows Leold's resolve.
Sylvia, who had been watching over Leold ever since she met him, did not like it when he was spoken of him only as a genius.
"Leold has not missed a single day of effort in the past few years. He has never made any compromise while fulfilling his duties as a lord. He has pushed himself to the limit, he has hurt himself to the limit, and yet he has never stopped walking. That is why he is the man he is today. It is very displeasing to hear you say that you understand this just because he is a genius."
"No, no, I didn't mean it that way."
"Yes, I know. you don't mean any harm. But ...... no, I was a little mean . I am sorry."
Siegfried has no malicious intent.
Nevertheless, Sylvia was at fault this time.
Sylvia apologized to Siegfried, who knew nothing about the matter, for having scorned and blamed him for his ignorance.
"Oh, no, there's nothing to apologize for."
As Sylvia lowers her head and Siegfried is panicking, the aftermath of the battle between Leold and the Pope comes crashing down on them.
Siegfried there reached out his hand, but Isabelle quickly intervened, supported Sylvia, and popped Siegfried's hand.
"Sylvia-sama is the fiancée of His Lordship Leold. Even if it is an emergency, it is not a person whom the other gender is allowed to touch. I'll let it slide this time because it was an emergency, but there won't be a next time."
'I'll let you off the hook this time, but there won't be a next time! Seig was just trying to support her highness when she was about to fall down!"
"Elina-sama. I'm sure you, the duchess, will understand what I'm talking about.'
"Well, that's true, but there's a way to say it - geez!"
Isabelle's statement is not wrong.
However, just as Elina was about to complain about that and that, the shockwave from the clash between Leold and the Pope hit the girls again, and Elina was caught off guard and rolled over in a heaping heap.
"Elina!"
Siegfried rushes to the rescue as Elina rolls over in the shockwave.
The girls surrounding Siegfried, such as Anastasia and Clarice, followed suit.
Isabelle took the opportunity to get away from them and headed for Leold's subordinates such as Jex, Barbaroth, and Gilbert.
"Lady Sylvia. I understand your feelings, but you mustn't carelessly approach that man."
"I'm sorry. I understand perfectly."
Sylvia, who was being held by Isabelle, remembered her earlier blunder.
She had almost touched a man other than Leold, even if it was on the spur of the moment.
How fearless that would have been.
'I wish I knew. Come on, it's better that way."
When Isabelle reached Barbaroth and the others, she put Sylvia down and turned her attention to Leold who was in mortal combat with the Pope.
Sylvia, caught in the moment, also turned her attention to Leold.
There, she saw Leold fighting single-mindedly with his teeth clenched.
"Leold-sama ......"
All Sylvia could do was pray.
The battle between the two was on another scale, and her sacred wards would be of no use.
No longer is anyone in a position to interfere
(Gghh ......! Each blow was heavy! Even with the power of the earth, the speed of lightning, and the control of water, it's even! And it's an extraordinary amount of magical power consumption! And because of the magic circle in the sky above, magic power is constantly being absorbed! What the hell are they doing?)
Leold, who was engaged in an extreme infighting with the Pope, looked at his men with a sideways glance.
His subordinates were just looking at him as if they were praying for Leordo's victory, and none of them were going to destroy the magic circle in the sky.
It was no wonder.
After all, the battle between Leold and the Pope that was taking place in front of their eyes was so intense and extreme that it was a sight to behold.
Because of that, they had completely forgotten about the magic circle in the sky above us.
(Why are you just looking at and not doing anything? No, no. This is enchantment! Damn! Yeah, I can't help it! I'd forget a lot of things too if I saw a fight like this right in front of me!)
Realizing that his men had become a gallery and were entranced by their fight, Leoldo head-butted the Pope and gave him a few moments.
In less than a second, he took a deep breath, and then, speaking from the bottom of his stomach, he gave brief, precise instructions to his subordinates.
"Listen up, all of you! Destroy the magic circle directly above the cathedral! Once that is gone, we will have a chance to win!"
"You've got a lot of time on your hands to look around!"
'Agh!
Leold, who had shown his openness, took a few shots from the Pope and fell back.
But there was still something to be said.
Those who understood this immediately sprang into action.
Most of them moved to destroy the magic circle deployed just above the cathedral, but some stayed behind.
Sylvia.
She was going to leave the destruction of the magic circle to the others and watch Leold's triumph.
Sylvia?
"Please win ......! Please win! Leold!"
Leold!"
Sylvia crossed her arms and prayed as she shouted for Leordo's victory.
Hearing this, he froze, his eyes wide open.
The pope took aim at him and punched him on the cheek, but Leordo held his ground and looked confident.
"What is that? What's that look?"
"No, it's just that I've learned that nothing works better than a cheering from a woman I'm in love with!"
Receiving a cheer from Sylvia, Leold shook his fist vigorously.
The Pope attacked without mercy, but Leold was undaunted, and he fired his fist straight at her.
"Gub!"
I'll teach you! The power of love! (T/n at least not power of friendship ..)
Leold shouted in high spirits as he punched the Pope.
