I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

Ride a luxurious carriage with a crest, even when you were just married.

And lots of carriages, lots of escorts, lots of escorts, lots of luxury carriages.

What is this, a Western-style big names queue?

For me alone, my prestige as a "saint" and as a "royal" was also intense, as the exaggerated party set out for the designated place of the "people of the Grange".

In contrast to Lecter, who was seemingly calm on the surface but sent a strangely lonely glitter, the priest's farewell along the way.

"Oh ~ mountain carriages ~ fluffy cushions ~ fluffy blankets ~ and luxurious tents! This is luxurious!"

And every time I took a break, I was constantly peeking around with a candle.

Yes, that sounds fun.

And I know that Father Austin's Lucky Bill, which is a classic pocket money earner for Father's journey, was earned quite a lot by selling it to his companions and other people.

Attention? Of course not.

That's how you sell the priest's "protection" skills, and thanks to the many people in this line, they end up as a big "protection" to protect this line, making them very unlikely to suffer from banditry and accidents, so they can travel.

Anyway, it's expensive and it works really well, that bill.

Recently, I have become accustomed to seeing magic, and if I try my best, I can see things that are under magic.

Then the priest's bill was always shining faintly, and I could see that there was magic there.

And once in a while, it really shines brightly and protects its owner from some bad luck. I can't tell you to stop anymore. Rather, thank you.

"Hey, Lek, that's a good guy. Oh, it's fun."

Apparently, Father Lecter's appreciation also exploded.

At first, I thought it was a lonely journey by myself, but in fact, there were some priests who could come to mind, and I was going to spend some time feeling the signs of Lecter who was supposed to be away.

After all, all of the people who were chosen as my companions in constant contact with me were very serious, kind, and above all favorable to me because Lecter was reassuring because he was re-evaluating them.

Plus, this luxurious piece of equipment and an overrated escort.

Everything Lecter has prepared for me.

In addition to the luxurious carriages with my Lector crest, there are a variety of carriages that carry golden chairs with total embroidered cushions, fluffy pillows hanging on silk, and thick, heavy, large, sturdy and splendid tents that fold. Many other items that would normally be omitted if you were to travel. It's all probably the finest.

I mean, almost everything I used in that castle.

How many beds are there no more? Hey, do you need this total embroidered cushion for your trip? I thought it was scary and not dirty. It's the same as the one I always use.

Anyway, all of it. All of it.

What the hell are you thinking?

Before I left, when I saw equipment that was almost the same as what I was using every day loaded one after the other, I was surprised and stuck with my mouth open. This is exactly what happens when you open your mouth.

"What?" I swallowed that word, but I couldn't take it for granted, like Lecter.

Why on earth did these things exist for travel? For Lectol? Oh, well, I guess so.

But aren't feather pillows and embroidered silk duvets something to carry around?

Wouldn't it be better to round the cloth and put it on a pillow and put it on a blanket?

I thought it would be luxurious just to have someone to sleep with.

As the priest said, it is more comfortable than a small inn.

It's like a luxury hotel in a tent. Even in mid-winter, the heating is dusty and very comfortable.

After you've been wiped with warm water, you'll have a delicious dinner about the table, and a well-timed after-dinner moment of warm tea.

There's nothing here. It's supposed to be mid-winter wilderness, right?

That's great, Father.

"That's what the Farglow royalty is all about!"

Of course, with Lecter's consideration, the priest enjoys the same elegance as I do.

He's with me all the time because of his intentions.

Thanks to you, I don't miss you, and I'm comfortable.

Right now, it's as easy as Father or Lecter to call me "anise" without a title.

I don't know, but it seems that people accompanying me are increasingly looking at the priest with respect, so maybe something happened with the "lucky bill".

It seemed to have become quite popular with this group.

Such a priest sometimes made me complain with distant eyes.

"If Lecter is attacked by an enemy on a large scale that the guards can't handle, he told me to abandon everything and run away with the guards, but I can't, I can't believe I abandoned all this luxury."

I think this equipment alone will probably allow me to buy an accommodation normally. Besides, the labor costs, the food costs, and so on of these large numbers of people. The cost of this journey is enormous.

I think about it all the time, but every time, my stomach is going to hurt.

'Cause this is all about making a scene for me.

Lecter arranged it with a natural look just for one thing: "I'm moving."

And when it comes to trouble, I want to throw it all away.

No, you can't...

The poverty I've had in my life is "a waste! I'm going to refuse with all my strength."

But the priest...

"But there's also this luxury to it. Bandits don't want money. So draw your attention to this golden object and buy us some time to escape. I can buy the equipment later. But loyal" people "can't be collected as easily as things ~"

That's what I said.

I see... it's a plan to cut meat and break bones...

"But I feel like I'm about to become his hobby. He actually likes this luxury stuff."

Recently, I think so. I feel like he's going to spend as much money as he can when he has the chance.

Somehow, the criteria for shopping are different.

I think "which is the most appropriate", whereas he feels "which is the best and the most luxurious".

"Well, it's because I'm a rich country royal. I guess this is normal. And it's a good thing the royal family took the initiative to use the money to show authority, right?

"Oh, yeah... I can't really do it, but I know what I need now."

Indeed, authority is important. It entered that castle in Farglow, stained with bones from my original self.

I don't think people can serve themselves wholeheartedly.

If you don't have the feeling that you are serving amazing people, it makes a difference to your job.

That's why I should behave well in front of my servants. Even if it's a disguise.

"Recently, anise has grown magnificent, isn't that nice? Isn't it nice to live the rest of your life in luxury? Enjoy yourselves."

While drinking tea, the priest said lazily.

"No, this is desperate, isn't it? Because Alice will be very careful if the hair gets rough even now. You're always freaking out already. There's no time to rest, is there?

When I said that, I felt a little upset behind me, but it was really tough, the noble teacher who was also in this shadow. Thanks to you, I grew up quite a bit. Yes, thank you. Thank you, Dr. Alice. Please don't abandon me.

"Fufufufu. Don't let them find out, and don't let them fool you even if you get worn out!"

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have to struggle... but I've certainly been able to taste this comfort for a long time. Getting used to it is amazing."

In the middle of such a winter wilderness, could I have imagined myself relaxing in a thick tent with warm, sweet tea? No. No.

Thank you, Lecter.

He'll take care of me so much, so I can have people take care of me here.

All of this luxury and the presence of many accompanying staff clearly demonstrate that Lecter regards me as an "important presence".

That's why I slept in this magnificent tent all over the fluffy futon today.

Because that is also my role as Lord of this group.

The "March of the Virgin" takes many guards and servants in luxurious queues.

I had no idea that the day would come when it would be at the heart of such things.

It will take a lot of time to get around, but as soon as possible. But the majesty of being a "Virgin" must not be compromised, so the inner heart twitched but proceeded with a smile every day.

Then we finally arrived at the place designated by the "People of Grange".

The place designated by the "People of Grange" is apparently their village? It seemed like.

Maybe it's a nice, big village at first glance?

But as a nomad, does this mean this town is moving?

Can you do that?

While surprised, the representative said.

"Welcome, Virgin. Thank you for your patience."

It was the elder of this "people of Grange" who bowed so deeply.

You're a very sharp old man, and I don't think people are nice.

But he was a majestic man with a fine figure and attitude who could tell at a glance that he was a great man.