Maouyome

The sound of shoes moving down the corridor sounds inorganic.

Follow the guide's back between the colored columns and columns of the luxurious sculpture. Somewhere in the corridor that touches the outside air, I feel cold.

As always, I think it's an idle place.

Because the number of people allowed in and out is overwhelmingly small compared to the size of the building.

Nothing has changed or tried to change for a long time.

Just keep trying, even, to be the same, as if you had some special pride.

That's the main mountain of goddess here.

Ladalest book temple.

A painful silence conveys heartbreak.

A place I've always wanted to remain remote, to be honest. But as it stands, I can't say that either.

By the end of the seven-night fever, the reports brought from the open outside were truly, watery in the sleeping ear.

"The Holy Nation (Alistair) is about to start a war of aggression"

Although we responded quickly to factually groundless allegations, late, temporal L.A. was deadly.

The foreign situations surrounding Alistair had already been dealt with appropriately, mainly in the main temple (Radarest).

Two months that were blocked from the outside are spared.

I want to see him in person and ask for clarification.

The envoy carrying a letter from Pope Lydia had even prepared a carriage that had conveyed his country's will to us and had him pulled to Slapenil.

As a divine horse, Slapenil, who is said to rush through a thousand miles overnight, is also treated as a national treasure in Radarest.

That was an obvious trap.

In using the word illustration, it is obvious that we are already hostile, and we ask you to come inside. There's more to it than obviously.

But if you refuse, it will be taken as possession, and the suspicion will be determined. We have prepared a reception for Shenma only formally, because it means that we will be greeted with so much treatment.

We needed a little time. We chose to get into that trap ourselves. Instead of saying, I had to.

There is no hand in missing the opportunity to meet Pope Lydia in person, and even if the meeting ends in vain, the time until then may be able to restrain the Radarest side.

Even though I know it's a trap, I don't have a hand in not getting on it.

It was the hardest part of forgiving and telling my uncle that I was going first. Exactly, the legal master asked Alistair to stay. Light footwork is one of my uncle's charms, but I just have to ask him to pull it off this time.

I don't know if I can make it back safely, because that's my area of expertise. I have carefully selected me, Eusis the Brave, and a very limited number of gestures that I can use to enforce myself if I have to.

Though I have been separated from the brave Eusis in action, that is within my assumptions. Everything will be fine over there, and I, in me, have to put together a good meeting with Pope Lydia.

The Dahiro Hall across the street is itself a single building.

It's not just Ohiro Hall, it's all like that here, and the buildings are different for each purpose.

Because the Temple of Ladalest is a generic name for various temples, large and small, built on a single mountain. Those groups of temples are connected like netted eyes in long corridors and corridors.

Vain and wide thanks to you.

Wishing to protect the Goddess of Light, which symbolizes a side of wealth and prosperity, the wealthy royal families of all nations will compete and dedicate themselves, so they continue to increase in numbers.

Most of them have spoiled their empty beauty without ever being used.

Temple of Decoration.

If we turn that effort and the funds slightly, there will be many more who will be saved. I can't deny that I very much disagree with that appearance of not transferring to realistic action just by praying.

Do what you do, then pray...

I feel that the difference between a Virgin who seeks self-help and a Goddess who seeks other power relief is already beginning to diverge to a decisive extent.

The guide stops. Long luxurious doors were opened vertically full of intimidation and prompted to enter.

Breathe in one big breath.

... Now, let's do it.

Stretch out your spine in the mood and slowly advance beyond the open door.

Inside it was very wide, with brilliant sunlight plunging through the bright windows provided by the time it was open. The light captured from the outside reflects on countless crystal finishing chandeliers suspended from the ceiling to illuminate the interior brightly.

Not a bad hobby, but how much hassle and money do you put into it just for the sake of the light?

A marble polished to the point of reflection is laid on one side of the floor like a mosaic. At its center, an elongated desk seemed unfortunately provided.

A shadow sitting across a desk long enough for a squadron to be able to sit in line, in the red, on the other side of an embroidered tablecloth with gold thread, raises my gaze against my entry.

"All the way, you've come a long way. Welcome."

Its magnificent cleric, dressed in a flashy coat colored with purple gold, sends a giraffed gaze from the gap of his fingers assembled in front of his face, not even nickel.

Archbishop O'Hara.

of Goddess after Pope Lydia, the powerful.

A man from the kingdom of Lind now without, an ambitious man who climbed up without any hindsight but with a knock up. I hear that there are many enemies in that way who shut up around him by forceful means, but because of this, there are few who admire him.

He is also the head of the Goddess fundamentalist of Gatchhich, who makes Virgin Islam his enemy.

... more so than this guy.

Rumor has it that a group of fanatics called 'Worker Bee (Calabrone)' are on their own as pawns for their children. There's nothing more troublesome if those people surprise you.

Explore indoor signs without alarm.

There are... three of them indoors.

Just myself and Archbishop O'Hara in front of me, and three temple knights to refrain from by the door, for protection. I don't particularly feel any other signs of lurking.

Does that mean you're not going to set something up here? Never in an alarming situation. However, if you don't intend to come with force moves, it doesn't matter later.

"I am truly delighted that the Archbishop may speak for himself"

Keep your head down gently, but don't loosen your guard.

"... saying things that are not in my mind. Well, all I can say about the rhetoric is that I see the situation. Not a bad thing."

The calm voice is white.

Which is not in my mind?

There is no obvious willingness to welcome the shards, not even the nickel. But even this way, you can't lose with temper.

"I have asked you today about Pope Lydia's immediate call… what does this mean?"

I thought it was too good a story, but after all, wasn't this something you were going to let Pope Lydia see from the beginning?

Now it seems that one thing, the purpose for which we've come so far, has disappeared. I don't mind if I do.

If it's a broken meeting from the start, it's a little easier if you don't have to wrap it up well.

"His Holiness is rested now because he is not in good health. Instead, I would like to receive your clarification, but I am not satisfied with the Archbishop."

"No, not at all. Instead, I would like to express my profound gratitude to the Archbishop for having placed such a place in his presence."

...... thanks for taking the time to put up the trap.

I will take full advantage of that malice.

Keep your head down, but in that corner, think hard about how to escape.

If this meeting is over in vain, there will be no first thing that will honestly return me to Alistair. I don't even think you like it that much.

Sometimes, we first aim to rendezvous with the brave. As long as you rendezvous with the brave, with the power of him (...) who later accompanied you, you will soon return to Alistair to prepare for defense.

As a liaison from the Land of Demons, it is because he (...) came to replace Mr. Lefia and the others that I see a chance of winning this reckless act as well.

He and the others do not yet know (...) about him.

That's our only trump card.

"Then let me get to the point. Call me if you like. It will be hard to talk while standing."

"It hurts to care. But I'm still a monk. There is no such thing as arranging chairs under the Archbishop. Please proceed."

Untie the arms you were putting together and put a clear no in Archbishop O'Hara, who cuts them out.

Whatever the target is Pope Lydia himself, I'm not even willing to line up my seat with him. Who sits. If you sit down, you have to be restricted in your behavior at times of need.

There is no particular way of returning such a reaction to a clear rejection, and Archbishop O'Hara drops his gaze on the writing at hand and proceeds further.

... I guess.

Did you just formally recommend the chair?

"Your country, Alistair, has betrayed all our nations, and has measured its harmfulness with the demons. … If you have any explanation, say it"

"Illustration and nothing. There's been a factual misidentification in the first place."

There was some terrible talk.

Betrayal or harm in the first place. But what the hell are you talking about?

It's a factual mistake.

"We don't intend to betray the world, let alone work with you."

"... I see"

Archbishop O'Hara wakes himself up and raises his gaze from writing, staring at him as if he deserves this one.

Apparently, there's a lot of complaints.

But if you complain, it's like a mountain over here.

Staring straight back at the loss, Archbishop O'Hara laid his eyes down lightly and smiled slightly.

"Do you see the box I put there?"

Transfer your gaze to the silver-working box placed on the red tablecloth at the point indicated by the Archbishop. A meaninglessly luxurious box, coloured with gems.

"I'll try to open it. Don't worry, it's not like something dangerous pops up as soon as you open it."

Approach the table as prompted and change the appearance of the silver worker's box.... Sure, it doesn't look particularly weird. As soon as it is opened, it will not explode or poison arrows will pop out.

If you are patrolling unreadable intentions, you are further prompted to open them.

Though suspicious of the general archbishop's attitude, he carefully opened the lid, looked at what was inside,... and lost the word.

……

……

This is why I'm here...

Until then, I could see the smile of the synagogue on the face of the archbishop general, who had been speaking clerically.

"That's what I got from a lot of things."

White, loud voices overlap.

What was in the box were three cards.

No, this is more than a card......

"According to what I hear, they're your, uh, personal friends."

I feel something soggy in my spine.

Three bromides were placed side by side in the box.

Needless to say, it's a bromide with an exquisite portrayal of Mr. Lefia, Mr. Leanscheid and Mr. Beradne and the others.

I didn't know you even secured this.

The gaze of a sticky nasty beast is abominable.

... How far the hell is this man?

The cloudy grin deepens with a glaring tip.

"Well, I'm very excited to see how you can explain that. Lord Mariel, Virgin of Alistair."

The beast lurking in the depths of the temple of falsehood was about to strip out its fierce fangs.