Maouyome

The bells of the Great Hall had been ringing in the morning.

Funeral rows march solemnly down the boulevard, watched by large crowds.

The faces, clerics and knights, who were the lords of the country, including the Master of Law, followed by the remains of the victims and the surviving families who held them.

The joint funeral was held by giving up the Sacred Capital.

Tilt the glass and include the amber contents in your mouth.

Nobody's Adventurer Guild counter is probably just in good shape to mourn the deceased.

I heard the number of victims was 16.

He said most of them were elderly people inferior to health.

16 of 20,000.

Nothing, you don't have to go in there on purpose.

"... No way, you..."

He was a good loving guy.

He was a cute guy.

Somewhere, he was a promising one.

It doesn't even seem like it, it depresses me.

For the last time or so, I wanted to say goodbye.

He just kind of made me think so.

I didn't know there would be no goodbye greetings...

Batam opens the entrance door.

Tilting the glass with nothing to worry about, the muddy old man inexplicably entered and sat right next to him.

I thought you'd just gone.

"At least until I'm done with my condolences. I also thought I could do that.... That's all."

"Is it because the Demon King is just one human kid?... Damn. I can't help but shake my previous common sense with you."

"I liked him for what he did..."

"... thanks. I'll have the same one."

The brave man looked somewhere down and ordered the same thing from the old man at the counter as I did.

I'm not particularly thankful to the brave, but I don't dare deny it.... I thought so too, so I'll keep quiet.

"I don't usually drink alcohol in the morning, but... well, you don't mind about today"

"... brave man"

Grab the glass served all the time and drink it up all at once.

He also seemed to be connected to the brave.

He's a dick too, I guess he's pretty depressed.

……

... but.

"This isn't booze."

"Oops!? Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"It's diluted vinegar. I don't drink."

"... tell me first, what is that?"

I ordered it myself and drank it on my own.

Don't blame me.

"... you're a sinister drinker, you"

"Don't be sinister. More than that. You're not even close enough to soak up the sentiment. Hurry up and tell me what to do."

In the meantime, I urge you to move on.

After being alone, the brave man sat back down again.

You don't just drink, either. You drink vinegar every once in a while?

It's also the duty of the strong to pay attention to their health.

"It's about the captured" Worker Bee (Calabrone). "I've heard it from them. I thought I should tell you too."

"Those fanatics used to crack their mouths."

"... that's what's going on, but I'm not feeling well. He told me honestly, as if some kind of possession had fallen. It felt like I'd been brainwashed."

The three working bees (Calabrone) who were squatting in front of the chapel were eventually captured alive without killing.

Sometimes it was because he obeyed adults without resisting, but most importantly, he couldn't kill them in front of Lephia, who was worried about death that way.

I couldn't get that place dirty with blood.

"I guess it's because I saw something that rocks values from the ground up,..."

I was overwhelmed by what Lefia looked like then.

I thought it was beautiful enough to make my soul eagle.

I've never seen a goddess before, but it seemed like a goddess herself in a position where there was nothing else to express.

... even me.

What did Lephia look like to him and others who gave everything to the goddess and lived only for her?

"I didn't think I'd get the information from those fanatics, but I figured out some important things"

The brave man keeps the look on his face.

"... it was they who brought the Seven Nights Fever to the Holy City"

Unbelievable anger cages in words held low.

I also thought it occurred terribly abruptly, but was it really man-made?

... the outer passage.

"They had frozen and preserved the organs of infected people who had died of seven-night fever in the past. They threw it into a joint well in the old town."

Remember how ugly people are.

Even if they are one another, will they get that far?

"They were planning to destroy the Holy City with a seven-night fever and restrain Mr. Lefia, who survived alone,"

"... what do you mean, what's that?

There is no connection between destroying the Holy City and turning Lephia.

If the plague spreads, we risk the lives of both ourselves and Lefia.

In that state, how...

"Mr. Lefia doesn't get infected with seven-night fever.... I don't think you knew that."

"Not infected?... How can you say that? He's just a human being. No one knows if he's infected or safe."

Indeed, Lefia has long been physically sturdy and has never had one cold. He's like walking in clothes with good health and energy.

... That's not why I can assure you I won't get infected with the plague.

The brave man looked back at me with a serious look.

"It's the blessing of the goddess. Mr. Refia has the blessing of a goddess."

"... what are you talking about?

"He who has the protection of the goddess shall not suffer from any illness, nor shall he be offended. Poisons and medicines have no effect.... You really didn't know."

One breath, the brave man said clearly.

"Mr. Lefia is the Virgin of the Gospel."

"... No way, no. He's the Virgin..."

There's a lot to joke about.

I know him well.

Where I was born and how I grew up.

I've been watching, right on the side.

You think he's the Virgin?

... I don't have that kind of hassle.

There is no reason why he is a Virgin.

In an attempt to return a denial to the brave bullshit, I let the words cut off to that, even now, look that was going to kill me.

What kind of face is that?

I have no idea what that means.

"... what do you mean? The Virgin is Mariel, isn't she? Why do two Virgins exist in one age?

"It was actually Mr. Lefia who was ahead of us in the indication of the gospel. Nobody's ever noticed that before."

"... so what. What's wrong with that? If you're willing to do something..."

Take your hands off the glass and distance yourself from the counter.

Take the position of pulling out your weapon at any time.

... but the brave cut his gaze and took the glass of the counter in his hand.

"... but our Virgin will always be Mariel. Mr. Lefia is going back to you without a thing."

Clearly with a low, pressed voice, the brave drank the glass all the way down.

"... brave, it vinegar"

"Boop!? Let it go."

De-alert the brave man who can.

Relaxed the physical tension and sat back down.

"Gu,... you look so clear you can drink, you"

"... is that your answer?"

Ask for a replacement for the glass that has been drunk by the brave.

Lefia was... the Virgin.

It's not something you can believe, but it's not something that would benefit him where you lied to me like that.

Even if Lefia is the Virgin, it would be even worse if she were to say that she would do nothing as she is now.

... then really,... Really?

……

……

I know I can't deny it.

If I hadn't seen Lefia then, still, I might have been able to deny it...

When I heard that Lefia was a Virgin, I was also certain that I was convinced.

Refia then, indeed...

"That's the thing.... but some of them are not convinced by that. I don't know where he found out, but I smelled the gospel on Mr. Lefia."

"Is that what you want to say when someone moves Calabrone?"

The brave man slowly returns the nod of affirmation.

"'The working bee (Calabrone)' was abandoned. They were not informed of what they had brought to the Holy City."

"... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

"The plan I just mentioned is a conclusion we made, backed up by the information we heard. They just said," Give Lephia to the goddess. "

"... which bastard is behind it"

"There's a limited number of people who can move 'Worker Bee (Calabrone)'. They realized what they had brought to the Holy Capital and tried to at least give Mr. Lefia's life to the goddess before he was struck by the plague and couldn't move."

"That's a bad story about chest feces, you throw up backwards"

"... I'm sorry, it's gotcha on this side. annoying."

"It's not your fault.... That's how much I know."

Some people have good guys, and some don't.

... naturally.

"... the goddess is after Mr. Lefia. Yatsura learned something about the gospel.... I don't even think I'll give up now.... please, I want you to be careful"

"That's an extra worry. You think I'll forgive him for targeting Lefia?... and if you're right, he's indirectly taken my favorite."

I don't know, I have feelings for words.

I wasn't particularly willing to do anything.

I remember one day fu, and I'm glad if you just think that way whether you're well or not.

I wish I could have remembered that impressive smile once in a while and somehow looked forward to seeing you grow up.

...... torte.

"I won't allow it.... Never."

I will never forgive anyone for taking something from me.

... absolutely.

Empty the glass and stand the counter.

... I also stayed a little too long in the Holy City.

No more, it won't be very good.

"... are you going"

"You took care of me. Thank you for your advice."

Round the back of the brave man to the exit.

I really took care of him.

To the brave, to this holy capital.

When I tried to put my hand on the door, a brave man threw a single card at me and gave it to me. Take it casually and realize it.

I mean cards,... this.

"... of Lefia, bromide?

"Torte took care of it till the end. I thought I'd put him in a coffin with you, but I also thought I'd burn what I cared about..."

"Why would you do that to me?

"It's the shape discernment of torte. He cared most about me, about Sole, about the thoughts I put into him.... If I were to entrust it to you, I thought you were the only one... was it a misprospect?

Hands with bromide tense.

Refia in the bromide, was laughing fine.

... I don't even know how people feel.

"... I'll give you something heavy."

"Leave me there if you can't. Because I'm going to keep it with Torte's grave."

"... fuck you"

It makes Torte's bromide nostalgic.

Only one bromide feels so heavy.

This is the weight I have to take.

It's a weight I can't give anyone else.

... Let it go, Torte.

It's me who protects him.

I'll make sure he's protected.

I offer a firm oath to the heavy pressures I feel in my nostalgia.

I prayed silently for a while and removed the butterfly silver mask.

"... dude. You, it."

Throw a mask at a brave man who shows confusion.

"You can't just get a treasure like this. Hand over the Soitz to Torte."

"Lily, you.... No,... Demon King"

"I say Maogrid Asla. Do not call those close to you Maori. It's my real name."

The person you really have to name is something else.

Remove the mask, I have to name myself Soytz.

If you don't,... you won't.

... Sorry, Torte.

Give me a little help.

"... for a long time, a kind face. That's the face of the Demon King. You don't look great."

"Huh, leave me alone"

Open the door and go outside.

"... don't die. Lily."

I feel light and delightful in the voice I hear over my back.

You went out of your way to name him after me.

Do you dare call that name?

I knew I didn't hate you.

You're a master, Bossan.

Close the door of the Adventurer Guild and leave the Holy Capital behind.

To get back where I belong.