Saint of the Dragon and Sea

A normal... Yes, the kind of normal girl you'd find in any town.

I lived happily with my little sister and brother, even though we quarreled from time to time.

I was born in Bethany, and raised in the same town.

I thought that I'd live my life the same as everyone else.

...No. Actually, how shall I put it? Perhaps I never even thought about the future.

Because I was always busy. What should we have for dinner tonight? What would tomorrow's weather be

I was always running around, even when "He" was there.

While my sister listened to "His" words, all I did was worry about making guests feel welcomed.

Martha, you were a girl who put her family first. I think that's admirable.

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I wonder about that. Aren't you disappointed?

Saints whom people love always seem to shine...Yes, like Jeanne d'Arc.

Both Jeanne and you seem like shining saints to me.

In loving people, you became their hope. That's the sort of women you are.

That's why I think you equally deserve to be called saints.

...Thank you, Mash Kyrielight.

Don't mention it

Oh, sorry to interrupt, but I'm detecting multiple magical signatures in the sea ahead.

Just as Martha feared, there's some sort of distortion on the Marseille coast as it's being repaired.

Doctor, do we need to dive under the sea?

I doubt it. If push comes to shove, my Tarasque will guide the "swarm" to the shore.

Swarm?

Fooou?

Guide? Wait, is Fou there with you?

Yes. That's a swarm, without a doubt. My trait allows me to accurately detect that.

A swarm of an incomplete subspecies of dragon. Something that shouldn't be in this area of the 15th century.

GYAAAAAA!

...That's the roar of a wyvern!

I see! As expected of the Saint of Dragons! You sensed the swarm of wyverns gather.

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...This is nothing. This coast was once part of the Tarasque's domain.

Born of Leviathan, created by God on the Fifth Day he is a fierce monster many a brave man tried to slay.

Now the Tarasque exists with me. The sad dragon who knows not of love.

Go now Tarasque, wielding a burning heat equal to the sun...

Grant momentary peace to these creatures made pitiful by the moment of their birth

St. Martha's magical energy is rising! I-Is this turning into a battle of Kaiju Tarasque vs. Wyvern Army?

The wyvern swarm is approaching! Time for battle, Senpai!

Battle's over. No more are coming! Confirming a trailing swarm!

There's just no end to them! This is annoying!

Huh?

Hm?

Fou?

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Did something happen, everyone? Come on, let's hang on a little longer. FIGHT!

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Um, uh, right. We're going to continue the battle! Senpai, your orders, please!

I confirm the enemy is completely destroyed! We did it, Senpai!

Ha. You're no match for us, lizards. Did those mere wyverns hope to best me and the Tarasque?

They're just peeping hatchlings, fresh from their eggs.

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Y-Your Holiness?

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...Ahem. Thus return the poor souls who know not of love.

God's love is equal. Yes, in the past, the Tarasque was treated the same.

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When dragons choose slaughter and refuse to listen, the use of force is the only way♡

O-Oh ...Terrible... I mean, total respect, Your Holiness!

St. Martha may be a saint, but she's also an extremely gifted dragon slayer, isn't she?

I see that now. Senpai, she'll be a very dependable Servant.

Oh, you're too kind. I'm just

Just a magnificent dragon slayer♡

Huh? She called herself a dragon slayer?

Foou, foufou!