Lynn stepped forward and hit the criminal, whom Simon had nearly crushed to death, with an additional Petrificus Totalus.
At the same time, he furtively cast a Transfiguration spell on the three pistols and the shotgun Rosier had been holding earlier.
He was afraid that Rosier and the others might suddenly turn hostile afterward, point them at him, and go "bang bang bang," so he turned all those dangerous items into magic fairy wands—toys.
The danger had passed, but an eerie silence fell over the church.
Leon and Smith wanted to take Simon, who had been shot in the arm, to see a doctor. But Simon shook his head and refused to go no matter what. He merely clutched his arm and stared at Lynn with blazing eyes.
Rosier wore the same expression, as did the others, making goosebumps rise all over Lynn's body.
But Lynn needed to understand what was going on. The object that had suddenly appeared in his hand and restored his magic was clearly the thing Kira had wanted him to obtain.
And this thing had been in the Saints' possession all along.
"Does anyone know what this is?"
He displayed the object in his hand.
It was a black cross. The reason it was not quite a crucifix was that all four of its arms were the same length, rather than shorter on top and longer below.
The Saints present looked at the black cross in Lynn's hand with expressions as reverent as if they were offering tribute.
Rosier tried her best to keep her voice from trembling as she spoke in the gentlest tone she could manage.
"It is the symbol of your identity, as well as your family's crest."
Lynn frowned, unable to understand why she and Kira both had to be so