Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

I am taken with my sleeves pulled by a toddler pope with colorful flowers on his little head.

The destination was the central Ravenna Chapel. Along the way, you may also see a terrace in the courtyard with a large fountain and pool. A truly splendid temple.

"Hey, brave man. By the way, what is Lolibaba? Praise or disparagement?"

"What, no..."

That was my inner voice again earlier, and of course I didn't put it in my mouth.

This young lady pope wouldn't have inferred from my perspective either, as she doesn't seem to know what Loribaba means.

"Takel, Anastasia II Holiness is read the other person's mind. I won't lie to you."

"Yep..."

That's what Leah tells me. If I thought maybe, would I still be able to use reading minds?

Well, it's the culmination of a cleric who can use a miracle move called sacred magic, so I wouldn't be surprised if he had one or two special abilities.

"Under Holiness, Lori Baba is a Lori on the outside, but the contents are about Baba. I'm definitely not sure if it's a compliment or a denigration, but Takel is married to Loribaba. It means I like Loribaba, so you may take it as a compliment."

"Yeah, well. The Virgin Steriana is deeply contrived. I still can't grasp the meaning of peeking at your head, but a compliment would be good."

Leah bows her head slightly to Pope, the young lady who seems convinced.

Leah is vainly familiar with this kind of knowledge, but don't think you should take too many peeks at Leah's head.

"It's just Takel, it's not Loribaba under Anastasia II Holiness. I am a real young girl."

"What, are you really a kid?

He said he was eight years old.

Truly. As it seems. I was more surprised that she was normally a young girl than a mind reader. The church of Arthama, which sets an eight-year-old girl at the top, is off track.

The Toddler Girl Pope, who is walking with my sleeve grabbed, also asks, "What is a real toddler, a compliment or a denigration?"

In contrast, Leah returns, "Takel is a lolicon, so it's a compliment to say one way or another," he says.

What a cont. Real toddlers aren't me, Leah told you.

And I'm not a Loricon!

"Takel. Anastasian Holiness can read the mind because its heart is clear and its boundaries with the mind of man are blurred"

"I don't know what that means."

"Should I say possessive physique that draws information by keeping your mind in tune with your opponent, rather than just reading minds? For this reason, it is also easy for the Holy See to pass through the hearts and minds with the Virgin of Creation, Arthama."

"I see you've been bought that ability and chosen by the Pope even though you're a young girl"

It's called the Anastasia of the Goddess Grate, and they see it as sacred.

It is an alias like a radish grate.

"Holy Virgin Steriana, is radish grate a compliment?

"I've never eaten a radish, but it seems to be delicious."

The young pope nods.

Wow, I can't think of anything extra about this......

It's time for me, too, to be excused for most of my rudeness because no one has emerged better than me, but only at the top of the Arthama Church is bad.

The other person is a pope of world religion.

Turning the young pope against the enemy is synonymous with turning the Arsama followers of the world against the enemy.

Without needing to recall the humiliation of Canossa, turning the religious authority of this hand against the enemy would be troublesome.

"Leah, is that a compliment to Canossa's humiliation?

"I'm in shallow school, so it's a word I haven't heard in a bit, but it probably means that Takel, who is a dm, definitely wants to be given a sweet humiliation from under Reiki Holiness. On top of that, I think it's a compliment."

"Um, yeah, I can light it up"

Presbyterian pope Anastasia laughs that she is not even full.

How long will it last, this cont? Either way, I don't want you involved in my monologue.

When Leah gets involved, there's usually nothing we can do about it.

And I'm not even a DM!

Apparently, Anastasia sent a wave of praise all the more because she should praise.

That's kind of mushy. Did I praise you?

Anastasia Holiness suddenly swells her cheeks like a puckoo marshmallow and she softly takes her hand off my sleeve and ears all over the rear.

Oh, my God, tell me directly. Did you think I was a bad guy?

"Takel, 'cute' isn't a compliment because he's used to saying it. I'm used to saying it. It feels a little bruised, and you're angry when you're being treated like a child. And then they say," Chick, "which is obviously not a compliment."

"Too many kids who are used to being praised and hard to handle in addition to being able to read minds..."

That's how he was led to the Chapel of Ravenna, the heart of the Great Mountain of the Church of Arthama, as he struggled to get in the mood of the young lady Pope who bent his navel.

The vast White Asian temple, the Church of Arthama Daimoto Mountain, begins with a small chapel built on the hill of Ravenna, where legend remains that Arthama descended into this world and sanctified the world.

They say this giant temple was born as a result of repeated additions and alterations to the original small Ravenna chapel.

The old chapel, built with a pile of white bricks built between the backs, is small enough to be qualitative compared to the marble temple that they say they spend how much money surrounding it.

Still, when this is said to be the center of world creativity, it also feels majestic aura.

The roses, casually decorated in flower barrels near the stained glass, were white and blue, also symbolic colors of Arthama.

With this cruel fantasy (real fantasy), which is awkward without genetic manipulation techniques and knowledge of varietal improvement, roses of colour other than red are born only by miracle and have a broken value.

If you look carefully at the condiments that are casually placed, they are all supreme beyond the finest.

Above and beyond the cost of money, the selected items dedicated to the chapel represent the reverence of the devotee and also symbolize the miracle of Arthama.

True holiness is not determined by the luxury of buildings and conditioning items.

It is determined by the sincerity of those who worship it.

This little chapel, to which the supreme veneration was dedicated, is the centre of prayer in this world.

Even the high bishop of the Church of Arthama can only enter a limited number of human beings, while I step in the back of the main mountain.

Presbyterian Pope Anastasia II sat down for a moment in a small chair placed in front of the altar of a stone statue picturing Arthama.

"Well, I seem somewhat nervous"

"Yes, I will."

"Do the valiant Silesiers honor what is created in the hands of men more than the Goddess Chuangsheng?

"I can't pin the power of a miracle on me without magic. In that regard, the hard work leads me to lose my head because I can see how it was harvested and carried and made in what was created with human hands"

Or maybe my view will be that I look low at the power of the Virgin of Creation.

But in front of Anastasia, a young girl who reads people's minds, you can't throw up.

"I suppose Arthama cares because he is such a brave man, who honors the hearts and moves of men"

"Speaking of which, under Anastasia Holiness. Did Arthama tell you I need to talk to you?

"Oh, yeah. You know, I'm just calling you right now, so just hang on."

"Right."

When I hurried, the tone of the great pope broke and the face of an age-appropriate toddler seemed clear.

It's rude to keep people here and not come, but I guess they're gods.

Arthama, the only goddess in this world, always seems busy.

According to the Arthama stream, it is an ass-cutchin.

From the small back of Bassa and Anastasia, silver feathers grew.

Moreover, unlike when it descends on Leah, it grows three bottles.

"Ah testes. Yeah, the audio is clear. Since there are three silver wings growing, the wavelength would be called a bin. That's right, the total Hongshan is different."

"Arthama, it's been a while. Is that wing like a cell phone antenna?

Is there always only one wing out because it's far from the base station?

When you descend to the main mountain, when three wings grow... the descent of the goddess is like a cell phone radio wave.

"The performance of the receiver... depends on the talent of the receiver, but the closer it is to this Ravenna, the center of my power"

"I see."

"Nothing else called Sonata. Apparently, Sonata is looking for a new continent in the West?

"Right, I'm aiming"

Could it have been an arsematic thing?

I was a little nervous thinking maybe I could be blamed.

"Me, it's not a bad thing."

"I knew it..."

Arthama says things like you read my mind.

Uh, well, now that I'm descending to Anastasia, where I can use reading minds, maybe my mind looks clear, too.

But is it still a bad idea to go to the New World? Otherwise you won't eat a call or anything.

I was kind of wondering if that wasn't the case, but even I had a lot of ideas and planned to go.

Even if Arthama stops me, I can't stop wondering if I look high.

"Uh, you don't have to, I'm not gonna force Sonata to stop doing this. In the first place, Sonata is not my creation, so I wouldn't be entitled to it."

"But Maz, right?

"The thing is, Sonata can't reach the new continent she's trying to go to with my Creation Sacred Wave. In other words, Sonata's power as my brave man becomes trace."

"Oh, my God, is that so"

"That's not how it works. With today's ship technology, long-distance navigation would be dangerous. There's probably got to be a continent on the other side, but I don't know what's going on because it's an unreachable realm of my creativity. You can't help Sonata when she's in danger."

I mean, Arthama's worried about me.

She is a very good looking after goddess.

"Arthama, the purpose of my voyage to the New World is potatoes and corn. If we get those calorie-efficient crops, we should be able to eliminate a significant part of the hunger going on in this Eurasian continent."

"On the other side, I didn't make them, so I can't even cover them..."

If Arthama didn't make it, it would mean that Mother Earth God, the original source of creative holiness in this world, is shaping it.

Then, in my opinion, there is not a continent similar in shape to the Americas of the North and the South, but there is also the possibility that a stranger world of wonder is being created.

Thinking about it makes me think I might be a little dangerous, too.

I think there is a good chance that there will be crops that are not on the Eura continent, as the 'old man', created in Tai Ancient by the Mother of Chaos God, also spit out cereals containing rice.

"I hope Arthama produces potatoes and corn,"

"I can't do that..."

Arthama is the goddess of the Virgin of Creation, so she really should be able to.

Although I can, there are reasons why I can't.

When Arthama, a symbol of order, produces energy-efficient crops that dramatically change the world.

Mother Chaos God can also be a response to Arthama's power to spread hunger all over the world.

Arthama herself does not directly attempt to do something about the tragedy of this world because she is constantly learning from history that there will be a reaction of Mother Chaos God.

You can say that even indirect salvation by the clergy of the Church of Arthama has created a demonic stir.

Conflict between Saints and Demons, Conflict between Order and Chaos (so much so).

This cruel fantasy (real fantasy) is made up of an extremely subtle balance of power.

"Arthama, I'll be fine. Mother Chaos has also given me a" Neutral Sword, "and I don't think I'm the right person to talk to."

"Sonata is the first brave man who said things like talking to Mother Chaos God. That's why Sonata is precious. This is the first case where there was no reaction to Mother Chaos because she came from outside this world, and she successfully communicated her will."

"It's subtle if I should say that I've been able to communicate."

"It would also be Sonata's influence for people living in this world to think about working with the Demons. The nations began to aim to improve their lives by stopping useless strife. The world is gradually becoming richer. Sonata is still good enough and has had a good impact on this world. What, don't you have to risk it?

"That's why, Arthama. Once the war stops and the population grows, hunger and poverty will happen again if we do not have enough food to make up for it. It's my job to stop it."

"Sonata is still a brave man..."

It's not even that splendid.

I want to work with the Demons, because my kids are half as good as the Demons, and I want to make the world better because I want to make a better future for my kids.

"So I'm going"

"Well, I'll give you a goodbye."

Arthama handed me a bunch of 'silver wings' from wings growing all over her back.

"This is..."

"I put my power into this' Silver Feather '. Sometimes I ask you to come all the way here to give me this. A brave man on a journey is a farewell, isn't he?

Wings growing on Arthama's back.

It's a beautiful "silver blade" that seems expensive to sell, and I can get it straight from the goddess, so I think it's a good alternative to getting a copper sword from the king.

"Thank you."

"Just in case I tell you, don't sell it, okay?

"Ah, yes..."

"This is not just a feather. If you stay too far from the Eurasian continent, you will not be able to use the 'Sword of Light' I have given you, but only the number of these blades will allow you to exercise the miracle of my Creative Sacred. I'll take care of it."

Speaking of which, Karoline, who had undergone Arthama's secret, was once protected by the power of the Goddess.

I see, Arthama can put her own strength into her own feathers.

"You're acting like a limited number of items."

"Oh, that's what it is. If you wield too much of my power, the Mother Chaos God recoils, so it's a power to rest. Sonata's wisdom would also come up with a good way to use it. Then my brave man, Takeru Sado. Please, I hope you're back safe."

I don't know, when I even get another item like this.

I also feel like a flag for bad trouble, but thanks for the favor.

Thus, I am to embark on a new adventure with a direct drop off from my goddess, Arthama.

It's been a long time since I've felt like an orthodox brave man and I don't feel bad.