Soon, he pressed his hands together and began to pray.
Easier than he had imagined!
In this magical spatial rift, before he even finished reciting the prayer, the Goddess of Holy Light descended.
The foggy light wasn't dazzling, but it illuminated the surroundings brightly, and an ethereal statue of the Goddess of Holy Light appeared overhead.
Saint Son George continued his fervent prayer and then raised his hands, "Courage!"
The light flared!
Endless light burst forth from the Goddess of Holy Light, and wherever it went, everyone's hearts surged with great strength, their bodies became lively, and their minds became active, as if they had endless energy.
Except for that wizard from the International Wizards' Union.
"I knew it," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
The courage spell of the Maiti Holy See discriminated between friend and foe, not by some so-called deity, but based on the inner judgment of the spellcaster's own heart.
