Berserk stopped Hawkeye just as an arrow was about to be fired.
“Why?”
“You could end up interfering with the Adventurer and the Inquisitor instead.”
“Hmm.”
According to the testimony of those they had picked up at the Demon King’s Castle, the Adventurer’s current condition was the very definition of terrible. There was simply no telling whether he could properly react to an ultra-long-range shot coming without warning.
“He reacted just fine to it earlier, though.”
“Earlier and now ain’t exactly the same thing.”
Misteltein agreed with that assessment as well. There seemed to be a little personal feeling mixed into it, but since it wasn’t an unreasonable argument, no one cared.
“I likewise advise against any impulsive action.”
“Yeah. Looks like they’re doing something right now, so just leave them alone for the moment.”
“…If you say so.”
Commandment, who had been tidying her hair, and Crusher, who was wrapping bandages around her hands, joined in as well.
Hawkeye’s hand, which had been fidgeting with the bow, finally lowered.
“…That is an incredible concentration of power.”
“It is. It appears the Hero is preparing one tremendous strike.”
Meanwhile, the Archmage had been too busy staring in astonishment.
The reason was the horrifyingly immense powers she could sense even from this distance.
“But the power I can feel from the Demon King is even more…….”
“What exactly is that white thing?”
On one side was Divine Power being…