At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 32 I also want power to protect all kind people.

"do not move."

Gavin and Eleanor were still in a daze when a gentle voice brought them back to their senses. They looked up to see a nun with long, golden braided hair kneeling in front of them.

“The destiny that the Lord in heaven bestows upon us is sometimes truly wondrous,” Joan of Arc said gently, looking at the two bewildered individuals.

If Britain had not suffered a great calamity soon after, and if the Master had not sought a hero, he would not have come to this city.

If they hadn't come to this city, these two kind people might have perished, as if God had ordained their fate for them.

Perhaps God sent her to this world, which is in the midst of a great catastrophe, to help it overcome this disaster.

"Although we couldn't arrive in time, we've given you a glimpse into the real world, and perhaps this will be the beginning of your destined mission." Joan of Arc said, stretching out her hands, which emitted a golden light—her ability as a Catholic saint to heal all wounds.

Golden magic is a special kind of magic that only heroic spirits like her, who are associated with Christ, can possess, and it has a great restraining effect on 'evil' things.

What is 'evil'? Anything extraordinary that poses a danger to humanity is 'evil', while humanity is absolutely righteous.

If you put a villain who kills for pleasure and a vampire who does good deeds together, the Type-Moon Church would not hesitate to kill the vampire first, and might even spare the villain.

Irene felt that the excruciating pain in her hands had subsided and was now tingling. She quickly raised her hands and saw that the redness had disappeared and the torn skin was visibly healing.

In the short time it took her to realize what had happened, her hands were completely healed, without even a trace of injury, and the pain from the fall had completely disappeared.

My rapidly beating heart calmed down under the holy light, and I felt so warm inside, just like when I was a child and Zoe's grandmother held me in her arms—a feeling of peace, happiness, and redemption.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore…” Gavin touched his body. His shoulder, which had been dislocated by the homeless man possessed by the demon, had been restored to its original state, and the bruises on the ground had disappeared.

"Thank you, respected nun." Gavin quickly expressed his gratitude, then looked to the other side and said, "Thank you, knight-like nun, thank you for saving me."

Huh? Gavin opened his mouth after thanking her, and the nun who was originally wearing knight's armor had disappeared, replaced by normal nun's clothes. The golden sword was also gone.

"Yes, if you ever need my help in the future, I, I will do my best." Gavin clenched his fist and gently pounded his chest, as if a knight were making a promise, but then his face turned red and he lowered his head.

The two nuns are so powerful; they must be God's messengers fighting demons in storybooks. How could they possibly need the help of such a weak 'man'?

"No need to thank me. If I had been any faster, you and Miss Irene wouldn't have gotten hurt." Artoria smiled at Gavin, who was being so polite. As the King of Knights, she could tell that he was trying to learn to be a knight, but it was far from standard.

She saw many storybooks in the church's bookshelf, one of which was "The Legend of King Arthur" with a cover that was almost worn out. She opened it and read it.

The story does bear a striking resemblance to her real-life experiences, and she believes she was better than King Arthur in the story. She also claims that a large portion of the descriptions of knightly etiquette are fabricated.

"No, it was just my bad luck to encounter that monster. How can you blame it on Sister Sister? Anyway, thank you very much." Gavin bowed deeply. This was a life-saving grace. Sister Sister didn't expect him to repay her, but he couldn't be shameless enough to ignore it.

Artoria smiled. What a good child. If her Master were to grant her power, she would surely become a hero like the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

Only those who understand love and pass it down through generations can truly become heroes who love everyone.

Although she arrived a little late, she witnessed Gavin and Eleanor's bravery and the courage they displayed in the face of danger. Most ordinary people, even family members, would run away alone when faced with mortal peril.

This is not cowardice, but an uncontrollable survival instinct.

In her view, only those who can suppress this survival instinct can become heroes who stand alone.

As expected of Lord Buyer, as expected of Master, you have a keen eye for people.

"Let's leave first, the community police might be here soon," Joan said gently.

“Yes, Sister, thank you.” Irene bowed to Joan of Arc and Artoria, and said nothing more. The debt of saving her life was something she would have to repay with her whole life.

Looking at Gavin again, he felt incredibly fortunate.

Fortunately, the priest and two nuns arrived in the city today. I'm also glad that she rushed over just in time, and that the nuns appeared at the most critical moment.

“Let’s go back to the church together,” Artoria said, and then walked out of the narrow alley.

"Phew~" Irene felt completely relaxed, patted her chest, and looked one last time at the place where the homeless were being cleaned up. She held the cross to her chest with both hands and said, "I hope you can enter heaven, Mr. Unknown, Amen."

"Thank you, Sister Eleanor, for saving my hand..." Gavin relaxed, biting his lip and saying guiltily.

“Gavin is my brother, it’s only right for an older sister to take care of her brother.” Eleanor smiled and patted Gavin’s head.

"Hmm..." Gavin nodded, clenching his fists. Only his sister does this. He vowed in his heart that he would protect his sister and everyone else from now on. If he had the ability, he would protect all kind-hearted people like his sister and never let them get hurt.

Thinking of this, he looked up and saw two nuns who had already walked a few steps back looking back at him. Their smiles were full of holiness and justice in the setting sun.

If, if I could also possess such power...

If I also want that kind of power, can I ask the two nuns to teach me?

I know it's shameless to ask your savior for strength.

But I never want my sister to get hurt again, and I don't want anyone in the church to get hurt either.

I want to protect them, to protect all good people as the Knights of the Round Table protected civilians.

Irene grabbed Gavin's wrist and followed in Joan of Arc and Artoria's footsteps.

Gavin glanced at the two nuns, then his gaze fell on Artoria, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the hand.

Images of the monster being crushed kept flashing through my mind.

(End of this chapter)