Kuro no Senki

November, four hundred and thirty-two years of the Empire Calendar...... Zion held the cup in his hand and carried it to his mouth.

Do not mouth immediately and enjoy the fragrance.

This incense tea is a relaxing herbal blend made by Theon himself.

Theon drank incense tea and exhaled ho.

Truly a moment of bliss...... I even feel like I'm working for this one cup.

"Sheriff, you smell like a woman."

"Bubba, bitch?

Theon peeled his eyes at the surprise, staring at those who spoke.

Then, two female clerics...... Granet and Plum were sitting on the couch.

The way they sit is in contrast.

Granet tilts her body sloppily and Plum sits properly and properly.

"Mr. Granet, your mouth is too much"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Granet said without a bad look, as Plum embarrassed himself with a tone of tone.

"Well, it's better than getting stuck in your face,"

"Mr. Granet!

"Ah, yes, yes, it's my fault, it's my fault. Whether the sky is blue or the sun sets to the west, it's my fault, my fault"

Granet said in a throwing mood.

"... was that such a strained face?

"Pram, you answer."

"Huh?

Plum leaked a missing voice between them.

"Eh, before I went to the Holy Argo Kingdom... it felt more like I couldn't afford it!

"Perhaps."

Scion nodded small and placed the cup. I replied vaguely, but I certainly couldn't afford it.

Theon knows that better than anyone.

We did not know whether the agricultural reform would succeed, nor could we use kamikaze.

Honestly, I was anxious.

Now that I think about it, it seems to me that back then Zion was looking for someone who would take me positively.

Not now.

Agricultural reform was successful.

He also regained his divine authority.

It could be a big deal to be able to take things positively.

"With that said, the chief cleric... Ah!

"Mr. Granet, what were you trying to say?

"How old is the Chief Cleric?"

"... Mr. Granet"

"Yes, yes, it was my fault."

When Pram blamelessly said, Granet scratched her head like a bat looked bad.

"I was twenty-eight the other day?

Ah, and Granet and Plum groaned in a low voice.

It's like I'm just saying I've heard things I shouldn't have heard.

"What's wrong with my age?

"Plum, I got it."

"Heh heh, am I going to say it?

Pram raised his pity.

Pram stared at Zion and made his residence right.

"... Dear Cleric, there is something in the world called the right age for marriage. The Chief Cleric is out of wedlock age."

Theon thought for a while and looked up hah.

I totally forgot because I've been living a life I can't mentally afford.

But if you worked as a cleric, wouldn't you have met him? and Theon questioned.

"How, are you getting married?

"Uh, Mr. Granet"

"You have no choice."

Granet scratched up her hair.

"Normally in the temple of the Empire City"

"The temple of the Empire is where you study to become a priest, right?

What, and Granet groaned.

"That's right, but who cares?

"Because I've been busy studying"

Guru! and Granet groaned.

"Let it be, a caregiver's boss will prepare a meeting place for you, right?

"It was about as much as I heard from my father when he died?

Grrr! and Granet groaned.

"I should have had a chance to get to know the son of a rich man, Bonbon"

"Uh-huh, how'd it go?

Theon fished his memory, but I don't remember it like that.

You weren't convinced, Granet frowned in surprise.

"Chief Cleric, how have you been collecting donations?

"Activity funds were making money selling beats."

Granet pressed her temples to get a headache.

"I've solved all the mysteries."

That being said, Granet exhaled a long sigh.

"Chief Cleric, you usually make an effort to collect donations."

"... donations cannot be collected"

"I can't help but collect donations! The bottom line is you collect donations, you pay up, and for the first time there, you're asked to treat them according to the amount!

"Ah, the chief clergyman was in the village for not paying the payment."

Granet barked with a tremendous sword screen and Plum supplemented it with a sigh of sigh.

"Uh, uh, excuse me"

Theon had no choice but to be afraid.

"Well, now I'm paying my dues... oh, but I can't have a meeting place"

"Why not, Mr. Granet?

Granet scratched her head at first sight.

"Maybe, but the people up there think the clergyman is good friends with Master Chrono, don't they?

"Me and Master Chrono don't have that relationship."

Chrono donates for the operation and development of the Poverty Salvation Hospital.

It shouldn't be any more or less.

"I know. But Master Chrono is a bad feminine, isn't he?

Ugh! And now it was Zion's turn to groan.

"So I don't think the people up there are going to create a meeting place for the Cleric Chief."

"Ku, Master Chrono is... Ku, Master Chrono is"

Theon tried to say it back to Granet, but there were no defensive words.

"Mr. Granet, Master Chrono is not a bad feminine habit"

It was Plum who defended Chrono.

"So, what's that mind?

"Master Krono is loyal to the Mother God who makes it loess and conducts abundance." Born, bred, full of earth. "

"That's it!

Granet pointed his left and right index fingers at the plum.

"... what about Mr. Granet and Mr. Plum?

"I can't!

"Me too!

Granet and Plum indicated their willingness to reject by crossing their arms.

"Why?"

"After all, you have to be the one who thinks about me the most,"

"I have someone who promised me a future."

Granet seemed hard to say, and Plum said shyly holding her cheeks by her hand.

Really, Theon stared at the cup and sighed deeply.

Apparently, Theon's troubles are endless.

Scion looks around the first floor of the Sanctuary with the candlestick in one hand.

The first floor of the Sanatorium was surrounded by silence.

Sometimes bedtime is prescribed, but the number of hospitalizations is low.

When the Sanitary Home reopened, Booth... it was a word Krono started using... but it was all buried, but now there are more empty booths.

It was not until some time after the paper workshop was founded that the empty booth became noticeable.

Not all of them were employed in paper workshops, some of them engaged in growing beet.

I'm in a position like a dwarf.

But they're not dissatisfied.

Regardless of what the beat is made of, it seems a good place to earn a certain amount of money.

Some parts are inexplicable as serving the Mother God who makes it loess and conducts abundance, but it is also true that without them the cultivation of beet would not be reminiscent.

Those involved in both jobs left the Sanatorium.

The Marquis Elakis' Home for the Salvation of Poverty is less disciplined than it is in the margins, but there is discipline to be observed.

Leaving a sanatorium to live like before is a natural consequence.

Currently, those who cannot survive in a sanatorium due to various circumstances… the injured, the sick, and the three orphans.

Theon climbs the stairs and stops in front of Tony and Matthew's room.

The three orphans are given a room.

The three of them are being treated specially because they have to live in a sanitarium for years to come.

Theon closes his eyes and exercises the divine art of 'activity' … lifting his hearing.

Hearing bottomed up by divine authority captures Tony and Matthew's sleep.

Theon turns his consciousness to Sophie's room and confirms Sophie's sleep.

Theon relieved himself of his divine authority and was uncomfortable with his surprises.

While I consider that I cannot exercise divine authority so well, I also feel so naturally.

Theon shelved his doubts and headed to his room.

Scion enters his room at the edge of the hallway and closes the door behind his back.

"... give me the light"

A lighting magic item on the ceiling emits white light in response to Theon's voice.

There are only three rooms with lighting magic items… Dean's room, Scion, Granet and Plum room.

It's a waste, and Zion blew out the candle fire and grinned bitterly.

I care about the length of the candle because you use expensive lighting magic items.

That's what made me feel weird.

Theon takes off his clergy clothes and stares at himself in the mirror.

The chief clergyman is out of marriageable age, the pram word passed the back of his brain.

Ugh, and Zion groaned.

Scion's skin is surprisingly white.

However, that is only the part hidden in cleric clothing.

Usually, the exposed face and arms are burned in the day.

Mr. Granet and Mr. Plum felt like they hadn't burned much in the day, and Theon tilted his neck remembering the two of them.

Maybe there's a technique for not getting sunburn.

Still, I'm with Master Chrono? Impossible, Theon shook his head as he felt his cheeks get hot.

"Indeed... Master Krono is a kind man and a very brave man"

Scion joins hands in front of his chest and squeals small.

The figure of Chrono, who came to help me without saving the danger, passes behind Zion's brain.

"... there's something scary about it, and it's not bad for women's relationships."

Theon gazes at himself in the mirror.

The figure of the Empress Tilia and the General passes behind her brain.

I didn't lose, and Theon swelled his nose.

But a little droopy...... no, just a little.

Just a little, a little if this big, and Theon looked up hah and shook his head with a pull.

"You must be tired."

Theon told himself and dived into bed.

The next morning, Theon finished some work before leaving the Sanatorium.

We're going to have a meeting with Chrono.

When meeting with Chrono, Scion was always careless.

The footing was also naturally heavy, but now the footing is light.

Is it because of the reduced burden? and Theon thinks that way.

In fact, Theon's workload was exceptionally reduced compared to one time.

Teacher Arthur Weisman and his men were to be in charge of educating Chrono's men, and instruction in agricultural technology is given in hands-on with his men.

"... my daughter there"

"Yes?"

When Theon saw those who spoke, the clergyman...... the great clergyman of the 'Painted Black Temple' in the Kingdom of the Holy Argo was sitting in a crate.

A crude sign that says "The Lacquered Black Temple/Marquis Erakis Territorial Outpost" invites pity.

"Lord, are you worried?

"No, nothing."

Theon responded instantly.

"Mm-hmm. There's something. Something."

"No, especially"

Theon responded instantly again, turning his gaze around.

The clergyman is in the corner of the area where the outdoor shop stands.

The area itself is busy, but only idle around the clergy's shop.

"Isn't it the cleric who's bothering you?

"That's right!

The cleric stood up and said.

"I was wondering if you'd listen to my problems! Look, don't sit here!

"... ha"

Theon sat in an empty crate, prompted by the cleric.

"What is the priest bothering you?

"Gold"

"I can't help you"

"Wait!

When Zion stood up, the cleric grabbed Zion's wrist.

"I don't know what it's like to suddenly try to walk away or be a cleric!

"All of a sudden, I wonder if it's a cleric to talk about money."

Theon had no choice but to sit back on the crate.

"You can't talk about debt."

Theon declared earlier.

The budget for the Poverty Salvation Hospital comes from Chrono and the funds for the activities come from the 'Temple of the Loess'.

There is not so much money that Zion is free to spend.

"I get it. I just need you to talk to me. As a matter of fact... I opened an outdoor shop, but I couldn't make as much money as I thought."

"I think you should work seriously"

"If I work, I think I'll lose."

The clergyman kept his eyes open and said his bedtime words.

"I'm just kidding. How can I make money?

"I think we just have to work seriously"

"I want to make money from this job. Yet I can't make money. Blah, how much more money does a suspicious fortune teller make! What you're doing doesn't make a big difference, but it's unreasonable!

The clergyman knocked on a crate instead of a desk.

When Theon felt his gaze and looked to the side, a fortune teller dressed in a robe stared at this one with a muddled face.

Excuse me, and Theon narrowed his shoulder.

"Isn't it hard to make money from life counseling alone?

"I thought there was demand."

Even if there is demand, it is difficult to consult the first person you meet.

I'm sure the fortune teller is implementing a way to ease the resistance to bringing consultation to the first person he meets.

When Zion stole the neighbor, a guest was at the occupier's place.

The fortune teller glanced at the cleric and smiled proudly.

"... what happened to the matter of emigrating the subpeople from the Kingdom of Holy Argo?

"Once on hold"

Really? Theon gave it back short.

I guess it also affects General Ignis and General Aqua's launch of the new 'Temple'.

"We have to do something and make some money"

"Why, do you need money?

Ugh, and the cleric groaned.

"The Marquis of Elakis will charge you for dinner and alcohol. In the meantime, instead of asking me to extend my repayment deadline... I was humiliated."

"... humiliate me"

Um, the cleric nodded with a strange face.

"Well, what is it?

"... called to the room"

Theon embarked on himself.

"... put on a dirty outfit that will be a swimsuit"

Theon swallowed the gokuri and the raw spit.

"Yes, they posed as they told me"

"Oh, is that all?

"That's not all! I've never been humiliated like that before!

The cleric banged the crate.

Well, Theon would also think he would have been humiliated if he had been in the priest's shoes.

"The clergyman thought he had a lot of experience with that because he lives long?

"Not abundant! When I was younger, when I was younger... well, what happened when I was younger?

The clergyman tilted his neck.

Apparently, the Cleric's experience was so long ago that he forgot.

As much as I've forgotten, I doubt 'I've ever been humiliated like that'.

Nor can we deny the possibility that we are not as experienced as we say by mouth before that.

"Huh, life consultation's over. As we're going to figure out how to wield ourselves... Lord, you really don't have a problem, do you?

"None."

Ho, and the cleric had a mean grin.

"Lord, don't you remember the discomfort?

"Uncomfortable, is it?

Theon could not understand the cleric's intentions and tilted his neck.

I remembered that Fumi Kamikaze has been successfully used, but I take it for granted that I can do that.

"You don't realize you've been eaten?

"Eaten?

Theon looked down at his own hand.

I felt like I was forgetting something.

What the hell am I forgetting?

"You saw me, didn't you?

Oh, and Theon shrugged small.

Zion had a profound sympathy with the Mother God, who made it loess and presided over abundance, in the Kingdom of Holy Argo.

God's identity...... I learned God's name.

At that time, I wonder what '......' would say he ate of Scion.

If you say that you have been eaten, what is the part that has been eaten made up for?

Theon was furious with his imagination.

"You don't have to worry. In the eyes of the eagle, the Lord is not in the realm of man. Well, what. Your Lord is no longer afraid because he is able to use divine authority successfully... maybe."

"Do you know much?

Theon inquired in an up-rubbed voice.

"Because we can now use Kamikaze successfully."

……

"It's not true! The range of things you can do has widened, so you can afford it!

When Theon shut up, for some reason, the cleric mumbled and said:

"You may not only be able to successfully use Kamikaze, but you may be able to acquire a Futuristic Vision."

Future vision (vision) is said to be the ability to see the future.

Few saints have the ability to see the future.

However, the frequency of expression of abilities varies greatly from person to person, with some seeing the future frequently and others only seeing the future once in their lifetime.

"... the verse that comes to mind"

Theon took a ha-ha-ha breath.

"Apparently, there's a verse that comes to mind?

Theon was stuck in words.

There was certainly a verse that came to mind.

I had a dream.

That was a dream that could only be described as a horny dream, but Theon was a little relieved.

Because at least the future of being single for life is likely to be avoided.

"... With that said, is the cleric wearing a futuristic view?

"I'll wear it."

The clergyman strained his chest arrogantly.

"Isn't it easy to make money using futuristic vision?

"Well, it's not like I can see the future as I want."

The cleric shrugged smudgingly.

"... and"

"Is that it? What's wrong with you both in here?

"Noooo! Lord, you've come to take this place away!

The cleric jumped up when he heard Chrono's voice.

"Master Chrono. Why are you here?

"No, I thought I'd go on an inspection of Count Cado's territory because Mr. Scion isn't coming to the mansion very well..."

Chrono turned his gaze at the carriage at first sight.

An elf man sat in the passenger seat of the carriage.

Scion felt like he heard the sound of blood pulling.

What a huge failure to soak up a meeting with your patrons and get into the conversation.

"Wow, let me accompany you on the inspection too!

"Huh? No, if you come back, we'll have another meeting."

"Me too, I'm going!

"Oh, I see."

When Theon asserted, Chrono nodded like he was barometric.

A wagon travels west down the street.

The carriage was comfortable.

Theon slept well last night, but his comfortable vibrations induce drowsiness.

Consciousness interrupts only for a moment.

Theon regained consciousness immediately and looked next door.

Then, Chrono was having a major abduction.

"If you want to sleep, you can sleep, okay?

"Yes, no...... too comfortable to ride"

Theon replied to Chrono sitting next to him.

"With that said, Goldie fitted the spring."

"Oh, so"

Theon nodded.

Unlike regular carriages, Chrono's carriage consisted of two parts.

One is the wheel… the base part, including the wheel, and the other is the carrier part.

The foundation and carrier were connected by a piece of metal bonded together.

Perhaps it absorbs the impact that a bundled sheet of metal transmits to the carrier.

"I don't think it's a carriage."

"I have a seat."

That's what I said, Chrono laughed.

It is long but installed on the left and right sides of the carrier.

The hardware was on the outside of the carrier, so maybe it can be put on the front.

"I'm glad it's a regular carriage."

"I'm sure I did my best for Master Chrono."

"Didn't you want to try new technology?

Chrono doesn't seem as full as he says he is.

Theon and Chrono continued to chat for a while, but the conversation broke off.

Suddenly, Chrono leaned over.

Theon looks at Chrono reflexively.

Then, Chrono slept feeling good.

Theon stared at Chrono's side...... lips.

In the evening, the carriage arrived in Sylvania, Count of Cado.

More than a year after the harbour was completed, the harbour town, named Sylvania, continues to grow.

Though buildings tend to get blurred as they leave the harbor, the city is trying to reach the deputies.

However, Zion didn't like the Sylvanian atmosphere.

The people of Sylvania pursue all their interests and novelty and do not try to spare others or the old.

I didn't even like the fact that the city itself seemed alive and in a hurry.

But Theon narrowed his eyes.

But now I love Sylvania.

This is what people do for a living.

And begat, and reproduce, and fill the earth, and Zion grinned, and slapped his temples with a ton and a flat palm.

Is this also an effect that Kamikaze can now be used successfully? and Theon looked down at his hand and blushed his cheeks remembering his vision of the future.

Uh-huh, Chrono groaned.

When Theon looked next door, Chrono's eyelashes were trembling.

How comfortable the carriage was sleeping, Chrono stayed asleep until Sylvania.

"... Good morning, Mr. Scion"

"Dear Chrono,"

Theon stared at Chrono.

"Master Chrono, do you believe in destiny?

"Eh?

Krono moved away from Zion and put his arms around him to think of something.

Then let your gaze wander and see Scion again.

"... Do you believe in destiny?

Uh, uh, excuse me, I'm a Buddhist.

For some reason, Chrono apologized and left Zion.

Scion packs the distance only as long as Chrono is away.

With a frightened look on his face, Krono stepped back toward the passenger seat and stopped moving at the edge of the carrier.

"Zag, Zag!

"Attention, one second, injury for the rest of your life"

Even if Chrono called his name, he would not look back.

I just circled my back sorry.

Scion smiles and leans over to Chrono.

"What do you think of fate?

"No, no, no, no, I don't believe you."

"I want Master Chrono to feel destined."

"No, no, no, no!

Theon deepened his grin and, for some reason, Chrono screamed.

Theon was led to the office barracks by Aria, a middle-aged maid of honor, and Quaint, a maid of honor apprentice in the deputy office...... to a room on that second floor.

"This will be Mr. Zion's room" (Pumpkin)

"Thank you"

'No, because Master Zion is an important person. If anything happens, don't hesitate to tell me or Quaint' (Puppy, Puppy ~)

Don't hesitate to say it.

Quaint let his face peek from Aria's shadow and said in a blurry tone.

Pupa ~, and Aria rang to exhale.

"Quaint, you're a maid of honor, so you have to be polite" (Puta, Puta ~)

"I'm a warrior."

Quaint said, punctuating the words.

She claims to be a warrior, but what she wears is very exposed made-up clothing.

"Ugh, I'm a warrior."

Quaint clung to Aria with a crying face.

Aria stroked Quaint's head gently and headed for the stairs.

Quaint remained clinging to his hips, but Aria had no way of making it bitter.

Theon smiled off Aria and Quaint and walked into the room.

"... you're cleaning up properly"

Theon stood in the center of the room and let his gaze circle.

The barracks of the deputies are not only used as residences for officials, but also as bases for cavalry forces.

The cavalry stays in the barracks precisely, for a day or two.

I'm sure you won't find out if you lose your hand, but Aria is cleaning the barracks for that day or two.

Theon sat in his chair and joined his hands as he did when he prayed.

However, the purpose is not prayer.

To find out what Chrono is doing.

When Zion closes his eyes, Sylvania and everything there... can barely grasp the existence of what is in the sky and the sea... floats behind his brain.

Master Chrono, and Scion follow signs of Chrono.

The signs of Chrono are unique.

No, even heterogeneous through uniqueness.

Theon found Chrono and smiled.

Chrono was in the mercenary guild.

The mercenary guild was in the heart of Sylvania… quite far from the port and its environs.

The building is two floors of brick.

According to what I've heard, the number of mercenaries living in Sylvania is more than two hundred.

The Mercenary Guild building is too small for two hundred people to live in, so I guess there are other homes for the mercenaries.

It's hard to see, Theon frowned.

It's supposed to be a normal building everywhere with the naked eye, but it's terribly hard to see for Scion right now.

It feels like a thin piece of paper is blocking my vision.

Scion breaks through the obstacle forcefully and sees Chrono.

Chrono was in a reception room on the second floor of the mercenary guild.

Chrono isn't the only one in the reception room.

The Alliance Master of the Mercenary Alliance was with him.

Chrono was sitting on the couch and drinking incense tea.

I put the cup on the table and had a happy grin.

"Ah, the incense tea is delicious"

"Right."

Mercenary guild guild master...... sure, I thought I said shiv...... was sitting opposite Chrono on the top of the Buddha.

"By the way, what can I do for you? I'm guessing you didn't come all the way here for incense tea?

"I came all the way here for incense tea"

Chrono leaned down and said in a shady tone.

"I think it's the right thing to do."

Yeah? And Chrono tilted his neck wonderfully.

"It's time for you to give me permission to call a relative"

"I just accepted a hundred mercenaries the other day. What... seven or eight months since Schiff came to Count Cad's territory with that said?

Chrono said deliberately as he broke his finger.

Schiff answered Chrono in silence.

I guess you're wary that something will be demanded.

"Well, it's a promise."

"Thank you"

Schiff drowned his head deep in Chrono.

"... for consultation"

"Well, if you just ask"

Chrono put his legs together and leaned against the couch.

"I want you to lend me the land"

"Why, it's not a house, it's land?

……

Schiff closed his eyes as he meditated and opened them as he had decided to.

"I want to farm"

"You mean you want to export crops? If they export their crops, they'll have to increase their headcount taxes, so we'll be sun-dried from paying too much taxes, won't we?

Chrono's worries are good.

If Schiff intends to export crops for what he pays as taxes, Krono must make him pay taxes in other parts.

Even if we are going to export the crops we have left at our disposal, it will be difficult to maintain the willingness of those engaged in agriculture if nothing remains at hand.

"No, we want to move to a rich land."

"You mean you want me to accept you as an immigrant?

"Of course, the costs of pioneering will be borne by the tribal federations until they are on track. This shouldn't be a bad deal."

"It's not a bad deal."

Chrono poked his elbow at the couch's elbow and smiled unfaithfully.

"It's certainly not a bad deal. I can just increase my tax revenues if you pay for it and pioneer it. But is it hard to accept?

"Why? You've already accepted immigrants from another territory, another country. I also hear you've welcomed the Lou's daughter as your daughter-in-law."

Scion had the same doubts as Schiff.

"It's no problem accepting people with no place to go home. But..."

Chrono punctuated the words.

"The question is where your hearts are. My country... Well, I doubt if this is a good way to put it, but if your hearts are in the Bethel Mountains, I can't accept them as immigrants. If they rule effectively, they can't even look at you."

……

Schiff is silent.

But it doesn't look remorseful.

Perhaps Chrono's answer was within Schiff's assumptions.

"Again, will it come"

"If you've been a lord for more than three years, even ordinary people can make this much of a decision. Sorry to hear that."

No, and Schiff shook his head and denied it.

"Dealers better not be stupid"

"What about that heart?

"Dealing with fools doesn't last long"

"Tough hands"

Chrono raised his hands so that he could play.

"... I'd like to talk to you a lot."

Schiff stood up as he glanced at the tattoo on his right cheek.

The glow of pitch black colours Schiff's body like barbarian warfare makeup.

"That's it for peeps."

The moment Schiff stepped on the floor, Schion's consciousness was bounced off.

"Ouch!

Theon was shocked and opened his eyes.

The shock itself was no big deal, but the alarm that it wasn't supposed to be attacked made the shock feel more than it actually was.

Alert? No, Theon insulted his opponent too much.

I failed to be vigilant even though I knew my opponent could interfere with Kamikaze.

Now a little more cautiously, Theon closed his eyes and explored the signs of Chrono.

But I couldn't find any sign of Chrono.

Why? And Theon concentrates his consciousness.

I know where it is.

Mercenary guild.

But I can't see Chrono and Schiff even exploring the mercenary guild.

Perhaps Schiff is in the way of Scion in some way.

Why are you doing this? I just wanted to know how Master Chrono was doing, and Theon bit his lip off.

Theon took his seat after worrying if he should go looking for Chrono.

I've been worried about it for quite a while, but if I decide to go looking for it, all I have to do is run it.

When Scion got out of the room, he made a small run towards the barracks front door.

Theon grabbed the door knob and nearly fell.

The door opened on its own.

Take the Scion someone nearly fell over.

"Ah, Mr. Theon... are you okay?

"Of course!

When Theon looked up, Chrono turned away at first sight.

I wanted to hug Chrono a little more, but I had no choice but to leave.

Theon stared at Chrono.

There must be a reason I can't find any more signs of Chrono.

Scion moved his gaze from top to bottom and noticed a change in his neckline.

Little pieces of wood were added to the neckline.

Fine letters are engraved on wood pieces.

Apparently, this piece of wood is scratching off signs of Chrono.

"Master Chrono, what's that?

"This?"

Chrono picked up a piece of wood from the neckline.

"The exorcism."

"The exorcism?

Theon turned his voice upside down, not surprisingly.

I didn't expect to treat the priest who serves "Mother God, who makes loess and conducts abundance" more like an ordeal.

"You think a bad spirit is trying to harm me?"

"Evil or harm?

Theon was confused by an assessment he didn't remember.

You just treated me like a disaster, you treated me like an evil spirit.

I was just watching Chrono but it was a lot of appreciation.

"Master Chrono, why don't you take that off?

"Huh? No, it's not good to take things off that you've been generous with."

"So why don't you let me touch it a little?

"Well, that's about it"

If you can touch it, you should be able to disable the piece of wood, and Theon reached for the piece of wood.

Bathyed black sparks scattered where Zion's fingertips touched or did not touch the wood pieces.

……

……

An awkward silence descended between Chrono and Zion.

"This is some mistake. Perhaps this piece of wood will also reject the power of the Six-Pillar God. That's how it's decided."

Scion rolled up.

"Oh, yeah, well, maybe that happens"

"Wow, I... I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my room"

Theon turned his heel back.

The next day, Theon headed to Pioneering Village.

Chrono seems to be doing something else for the mercenary guild and the 'Sinner Trade Union'.

Theon stopped and looked over at the pioneering village.

The number of houses does not reach eighty.

The house is built more splendidly than any other rural area.

The distance between the house and the house is wide.

They take wide intervals to carry the chopped down trees.

Chrono buys anything that could be used as building material in the cut down trees, otherwise it becomes firewood for use in pioneering villages and salt fields.

The excess firewood may be sold in Sylvania, but Chrono doesn't seem to intend to limit it very severely.

Scion takes a slow look around the village.

I don't feel many signs of people.

Everyone must be at work.

It's also because I can't see a child playing outside.

Children are also an important workforce in the pioneering village.

The pioneering is going well, but it's going too well and scary, Theon feels that way.

Pioneering is harsh, Theon learned, but it may be possible to reduce harshness if the Lords fully support it.

Theon stopped on his feet as he passed through the village.

To the north of the village lies the unconscious forest.

I'm going to be overwhelmed by the power of the coma forest, but slightly lowering my gaze, there's a field spread out there.

Moving your gaze sideways and sideways, the field interrupts unexpectedly.

Beyond that lies the wasteland and the woods.

There elves and beasts cut down trees and carry trees.

As soon as Zion uses Kamikaze, he can end the pioneering process.

But this is more than just pioneering.

It is a rite of passage for the pioneering people to recognize their existence to other inhabitants.

With that in mind, Theon felt the hindsight of having power but not being lazy to use it.

As Theon approached to see how things were going, one elf rested his axe-waving hand.

Ship-eyed elves...... it's Dino.

"Ooh, guys! Break!"

When Dino called out loud, everyone rested their hands.

The way to rest varies from sitting back on the stump to walking over to the barrel for a drink of water.

Dino approached Zion as he wiped his sweat with a cloth on his neck.

Dino was severely skinny when he reached the territory of Chrono.

I am still thin to lose weight, but I was in a healthy state of losing weight.

But the most unusual thing is the look on his face.

I think the insurance seems easier than it was when we met.

"... Dear Sion"

"How's it going?

"The Minotaurs are kind... and the people who came later are good people"

Dino said in a traceable tone.

I guess I'm overmeasuring my distance from Theon, the cleric chief of The Loess Temple.

I can't help it.

Although it is another organization, the 'Temple' of the Empire of Kepheus and the Kingdom of Holy Argo is dedicated to the same God.

Theon heard recent developments from Dino, leaving Pioneering Village behind.

When Zion returned to Sylvania...... the deputies, Chrono was leaning against the carriage.

"Master Chrono, you've been waiting for me."

"Well, you're usually waiting, aren't you?

"So is that."

Theon laughed and got in the carriage.

As Chrono rode, the carriage slowly began to move forward.

Theon hung up on Chrono.

"Master Chrono, do you believe in destiny?

No, I'm a Buddhist.

That's what I said, Chrono shut up.

Theon was unhappy with Chrono's answer.

If Chrono tells me he believes in destiny, Zion can be Chrono's.

"... but it bothers me to believe in God when we should have met by chance, but then the relationship continues or means more than coincidence"

Chip, and Scion pounded his tongue.

A far-fetched denial, or far-fetched affirmation.

Little haters trying to leave a way out.

That's good, and Theon closed his eyes.

I can't help but be in a hurry.

Zion is destined to be tied to Chrono.

Kufu, and Theon laughed.

It was that evening that Zion returned to Hashel.

Break up with Chrono in front of the Sanatorium.

Then the cleric appeared from the shadows.

"What's up?

"There was nothing"

"Well, I guess so"

When Theon answered, the cleric said with a mean looking grin.

Theon accidentally thought the cleric was about to say something when he broke up.

"... when we say goodbye"

"Um, isn't it about futuristic vision? Future vision is not the future you want to see."

And the cleric punctuated the words.

"Blah, I can't tell if you're really looking at the future or just daydreaming!

"Become!"

The cleric laughed with pleasure.

"Oh, my God."

Theon turned pale in his face.

Ask Chrono if he believes in his destiny, or explore how Chrono looks with divine authority... like a woman in pain.

"Your Lord should learn to doubt people a little more."

That's what I said, the cleric laughed.