Herscherik

Church bells ring.

That was a signal that the soul of one dead person would travel. Hershelik and his bellies were looking up at the bell from outside the church after the ceremony.

It seems that mourning is also determined to be black in this world, Hershelik, who has become a black all over his body. Her pale golden hair swayed lonely in the wind, and the red copper piercing reflected and glowed into the sunlight from the gap in her hair.

A week after that incident.

The incident was planned by extremists inside the church to rebel in the Kingdom of Gracis, but was suppressed by the activism of Hersheliks and others. All persons of the Church involved in this case, including Henil, were turned over to the Church side. Those who belong to the Church cannot be judged by national law, and all are judged by the Church. Because that is the indiscipline that is being exchanged between nations and the Church. There was some objection in the country, but in the end it took the form of drawing on the views of the Church, and Henil was to be tried within the Church. But because the church prohibits the death penalty in teaching, it will be in the form of a lifetime of solitary confinement at worst.

The funeral of one young lady involved in that rebellion took place today.

"Hershey, how are you feeling?

Spring is near but still chilly. Crowe coats Hershelik's shoulder.

"It's okay.

That's what Hershelik makes me smile. But Oran, who was next door, called out worryingly.

"It would still be sick. Don't push it.

"The fever was down three days ago and I'm fine.

Hershelik leaks a bitter smile at the two overprotective people at all times. I just can't help it either. Oran is right, because Hershelik took a ton of magic into his body, or because his fever didn't go down for three days after the incident and he was a resident on the bed until yesterday.

But now, thanks to my time with Guutara until yesterday, I am in good health. Besides the fact that the magic that should have taken in, by the way, was emptied like balloon air was soaked.

"Your Highness Hershelik, thank you for your hard work this time.

Wolfe Barbasse was politely bowing there when Hershelik and the others looked back. He is also dressed in black mourning and has a sinking look. A person who knows nothing would be a pathetic father whose daughter was involved in a case. But for Hershelik, who knows his nature, all he felt was disgust when he thought the look was a crop. But Hershelik did not put his feelings outside, and answered with a sinking face just like him.

"No...... I am sorry that I was unable to protect your daughter.

Barbasse shakes his head beside Hershelik's words.

"Your Highness's work has protected the country. As long as I am happy as a subordinate...... just forgive me for grieving as a father.

So leaning minister. Everyone would have been fooled if they didn't know what was going on. A little wind blows through between them.

"... there's an old raccoon nesting in the country.

Hershelik squeals as if he throws up. The Minister's shoulder moved piquely in the words.

"…… What?

"No, what?

Hershelik smiles at the Minister's inquiry. The minister could not pursue that smile any further.

"Then I apologize for this. Please also say hello to Violetta.

Saying so, Hershelik turned himself over, and his bellies continued after him.

"I'll definitely peel that thick carburetor skin off.

Hershelik's face, who told her to throw up with so much voice that she could only hear her bellies, did not smile as she did earlier.

Barbasse hits his inner tongue as he drops off the departing prince.

(Something that could have been erased in a little while……)

The first discomfort was when the prince first met him when he was three years old. When I was relative, I felt uncomfortable dealing with a toddler I didn't think I was dealing with.

And after the fall of last year, after the discovery of the drug case, the number of disobedients from my party began to increase. The renegades went away without speaking much. Some nobles stopped cooperating even if they didn't leave.

That's what the last prince found out, because there was a snitch from the church side. If you look into it, the last prince existed in the shadow of all the rebels. So this time, we put in place a plan to either pull it into the camp or turn it off. If you're going to be with Violetta and get it in your hand, fine, otherwise you can turn it off. And the prince never came to himself.

(Little girl, you interrupted me to the end.

No matter how much he cows the great power from behind, it is not easy to reach the royal family. So multiplying this noise by assassination was most convenient. But the assassination ended in failure because Gene took refuge on the brink.

(On top of that, when that information is in hand……)

Barbasse smacks his tongue into the prince who takes his two bellies away. This development was very inconvenient for me.

A breeze rushed through. Barbasse shelters her face with her hands in the strongest wind of spring winding up dry sand. I saw the princes from the gap between their hands.

Four follow the prince. The brunette butler and the knight with the dusk hair remain the same. But there was a posterior figure of a magnificent aristocrat with light yellow hair and a posterior figure of a courtier with polished copper coin-like hair.

Barbasse rubs his eyes and looks at the princes again. There were only three backs there, including a prince.

in a room where the light is only the sun or moonlight from the gap in the stone wall. There was one Henil in the darkened room. The arms are fitted with demon-sealed shackles, and this room also depicts demon-sealed magic ceremonies.

"No way, I didn't expect to fail…………"

Hahnil sitting on the ground and weakening. Even though I was in the position of Archbishop, a laugh engulfed this fallen self through despair.

Return to the face.

"But how did you stop the ceremonial failure?

That ritual will not stop if activated. And if they didn't succeed, they were set up to burst into the area and destroy the evidence. When the controller was gone, all he had to do was die. But the doll survived, and there was no outburst.

(Doll controlled?

I thought so, but I come to the conclusion that I can't do that. It's impossible to control that enormous amount of magic instantly, even though you haven't completely demonized it. Then it would be that other human beings controlled that enormous amount of magic. But the two of us were there, except for the dolls. And it turns out the minister's courtier doesn't have the magic ability. Then the only person left.

"No way......"

It's the blonde prince with the blue eyes that floats behind his brain. The doll's story meant he had no magic.

"I see that prince... yes or no?

No magic. That doesn't mean there isn't even a vessel. Henil knows that the art of absorbing magic is never just the ability of a doll. The ability was once taught, that is, the ability that living humans had in their oldest days.

This means that the prince also has the ability to do so and has a vessel that can withstand even absorbing that enormous amount of magic.

Hahnil trembles with joy. You get what you gave up, that's what I thought.

At the next moment, Henil shook his body as if struck by lightning. And scream flat right away.

"Lord, our Lord! My apologies!

If someone had witnessed it, they would have thought it had finally gone off track. But there was no one here. No one is supposed to be there, but Henyl stares into the void and nods over and over again.

"I was unable to take advantage of the knowledge I received because of it, which exposed me to ugliness………"

Henyl that lifts and drips your body from a flat surface. But he nodded at the only voice he could hear, and gave a blissful expression.

"What a warm word, what an extra honor. And please be happy. I found your possession! It's not a dispute, it's a real possession bill!

Wait for a response from your own words.

"Yeah, yeah.

And over and over again, Henil replied with a tranced look.

"Understood. Let's say we wait until the time is up. My lord, Saint Ferris.

In the dark, only his voice sounded creepy.