When the light subsided, the appearance of Old Pi changed.
He wore a set of simple armor and held a lavish and exaggerated long sword, exuding an indescribable aura.
Miracle Child, the destined one, the blessed, Savior!
Pinocchio stood there, and an inexplicable sense of security began to spread throughout the entire Fairy Tale Subspace.
The Hero has arrived! The sky brightens!
The Hero has arrived! The world is saved!
Any enemy, in the presence of the great Hero, shall turn to ashes!
This is the delusion exclusively belonging to fairy tales!
Perhaps, in the ordinary world, there isn't such an exaggerated power.
But here, now, in this kingdom of fairy tales!
He, Pinocchio, will win and win again, saving everything!
"What a joke!"
The Eye of Truth of the First Apostle was trembling in rage. As an absolute believer of truth, he could not allow the existence of beings outside the realm of reason like the Hero!
