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Anos had no idea the Four Great Maou were discussing him.
Even if he did, it wouldn't matter.
He was about to leave this world for a time.
And when he returned—
He intended to be beyond concern.
At least, when fighting at full strength, there would be no one left in this world capable of killing him.
Before that, however—
There was one more thing to do.
Sacred Spirit Summoning.
With Asia watching, Anos cast a golden summoning circle into the air.
There was no chance he would send Asia alone to another world.
Originally, he had planned to accompany her personally.
But after obtaining the Sacred Spirit Summoning Circle—
He changed his mind.
If someone could guard her, he would be free to pursue greater objectives.
"Sacred Spirit Summoning, Begin."
He narrowed his eyes and let a single strand of hair drift into the circle.
That was his catalyst.
"You stand beneath me, and entrust your fate to my blade."
"Answer my summons, should you accept this decree and the laws of world"
"Respond."
"I swear—"
"To be the good of this world, and the destroyer of its evil."
"I who command these chains—"
"Through the words of our covenant, from the Throne of Heroes, come forth, my guardian!"
Golden radiance erupted.
The system-guaranteed circle would always summon a spirit aligned with sacred attributes.
Such spirits were rarely weak.
In temperament, power, and nature—
The perfect companion for Asia's mission.
"I am Ruler, summoned in answer to your call."
A young woman stepped forward from the light.
Golden hair tied into a long ponytail. Blue eyes steady and resolute.
Her attire blended battle armor and the modest elegance of a nun's habit.
A silver cross rested at her chest.
And in her hand—
The banner bearing the fleur-de-lis.
A flag that inspired calm and faith simply by existing.
"Jeanne," Anos said, golden light blooming faintly in his eyes, "welcome."
He wasn't the Biblical God But occasionally borrowing the role had its advantages.
He knew exactly who would answer.
The relic he used was a strand of hair belonging to a descendant of Jeanne d'Arc in this world.
According to the system's calculation, it maximized the probability.
Using his own blood would have broadened the range too much.
Given his history of subduing dragonkind, he might have summoned a dragon-slaying hero instead.
Asia didn't need a slayer.
She needed a guardian.
So Anos entered Sacred Overdrive—
And extended his hand.
"May I ask… who you are?"
Jeanne looked at his outstretched hand uncertainly.
Was this the engraving of Command Seals?
Yet she clearly saw golden seals already etched upon him.
Or was it simply a greeting?
She hesitated.
For a maiden such as herself, taking a man's hand upon first meeting was… startling But refusing her summoner seemed improper.
Strangely—
The moment she saw him, she felt comfort.
A pull.
Almost a desire to rest forever in his embrace.
After several seconds, she reached out.
The moment their hands met—
What had happened to Asia happened again.
A channel opened.
Sacred power flooded into her in overwhelming waves.
Jeanne had believed all her life.
From childhood until the flames consumed her, she never doubted the existence of the Lord.
The supreme.
The omnipotent.
The merciful.
The one she believed would someday appear before her.
"…Lord… why are You in another world?"
Tears gathered in her eyes.
Anos let golden light envelop him.
"To spread My faith, Jeanne, will you become my envoy in another world? Stand beside the Saint, Carry My grace to lands yet untouched."
A faint aura radiated from him.
Authority.
Purity.
Even an Upper-Class Devil would be reduced to ash upon contact,, Even a high-ranking angel would instinctively bow.
Jeanne was no different.
She had endured betrayal.
War.
Execution.
And through it all, she had clung to faith.
Now—
The one she believed in stood before her.
To be summoned by Him personally—
What greater honor existed?
"To spread Your faith… is my duty."
Jeanne lowered her head.
Now that she understood his identity, she could not treat him merely as a Master.
"Raise your head."
His voice carried quiet command.
She hesitated—
Then obeyed.
Before her stood a black-haired youth with golden eyes.
Not the form described in scripture.
But after what she felt—
There was no doubt.
"Jeanne," Anos said calmly, "you are worthy to look upon Me."
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