Maouyome

Mariel Filiano El Refia.

This is my name now.

It's become a conceited name, as if it were a nobleman, but I was only born a hunter's daughter.

They brought me to the temple 12 years ago with a shrine down or something, and it became such a long name within spending somehow.

I think it's been a long time since I was just Mariel at first.

52nd generation Virgin. That's me now.

Filiano is said to be the name of the monastery where the first Virgin was born. The name of that monastery, which now only leaves the site, has been passed down to the Virgin of generations.

Lefia is the name of a village I grew up in until I was five years old. I barely remember when I was in the village, but there's something reassuring about just being in my name as a place of origin.

Is it because somewhere in my heart I am sure that I have my roots there?

Virgin of the Gospel. That's what they say.

The Virgin is usually drilled and chosen from among the trained ni monks. Very rarely, however, it is chosen by a divine commission, and the Virgin chosen for it is specifically called that.

There are only a few of them in their 52s, including the first generation.

In one age, the Virgin seemed to be one, and in the 1200s and 52s, there were only a few.

That one sounds like me. No, seriously.

It seems that the Virgin of the Gospel is born with a rare (rare) power.

Move the stars or wipe out the mountains.

They say the first generation destroyed the Demon King alone.

Are you sure? That's me.

Because of this, the expectations placed on me, the Virgin of the Gospel, are heavier than the mountains and tougher than the sea. Just because normal things can be done normally, there's a sigh of giving up around.

I lifted up the young girl who didn't know her right or left, and I thought I'd put her on track. At the next moment, I looked at her face and sighed of disappointment.

No, wait a minute, you guys.

Bring it on your own, expect it on your own, it won't be because it was a little normal.

Even in childhood I was outraged.

I rebelled to show these guys what I could see.

I thought these selfish guys would make fun of me.

I trained myself to the point without even shaking my sides.

I can't remember how many times I cried.

I regret what I couldn't do, but I don't want to give up.

Eat your teeth, hold your fists.

I wanted to do it in return for the adult sigh around me.

I gradually began to be recognized from around me for working so hard to see if my natural dislikes of losing did me any good. I have done what the Virgin should be, who would want around me, to be what she wanted.

I didn't feel bad.

Because that's what I've been piling up.

Praise and praise made me proud. I've responded to them with my chest stretched.

Ha-ha-ha. Dammit!!

... Phew.

If this happens, I'll do the Virgin.

Let's go for a Virgin more like a Virgin than anyone else.

When I was beginning to think so.

I heard the news.

Marble wallstone with a rugged luxurious sculpture.

Fast-paced through some quiet air.

The sunlight emitting through the bright skylight illuminates the slightest dust dancing to the atmosphere to create a speckle pattern on the floor (as yet).

Spring is also halfway through and the season has come to experience a twitchy fever in the warmth with your skin. If we wait any longer, the colorful flowers that bloom in the courtyard will also wither away and the deep green leaves will flourish. The lush blue leaves of the chest give it a different refreshment than the glossy blossoming flowers.

My favorite season has come around. I think so.

Alistair Episcopal State. Santo Alistair.

There is no king in this country.

Virgin (Alistair) religion, a sect of goddess that is believed throughout the continent. The law lord and the Virgin take the place of kings in this country and consist of dividing rights.

Practical administration for the Lawmaster and authority for the Virgin.

Well, blah, being the Virgin, I'm just a popular person, and I don't have the political power.

The truth is that the Master is like the king of this country.

Visit the law lord's office in the deepest part of the temple.

There are no unnecessary ornaments in the room, just a practical impression. Same as ever.

My fruitful uncle, the law lord Mirialdo, lurked his eyebrows at the sudden visit, but raised his face from the report at hand to urge me indoors.

You look worse than usual.

This guy works so well that I think he's addicted to his job from the edge. Too much work. He says he can't help it because he has to, but he knows mountains of people playing around in this temple alone without doing it.

Roots are serious uncles.

I proceeded straight to the Master's desk.

"How many times do I have to tell you to make a foretaste before you visit? He would have come without a confession. Be a little more aware of your position."

It started with a novel first. Yikes.

I like this sweet uncle. One of the few people I can sweeten with vegetables. I can't believe you're telling me a novel right now, like Yuma and her uncle, the samurai-head.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to check with my uncle right away. Tori came back."

"Well, I wanted to make sure. To me?"

"Yes. She said one village daughter was kidnapped by demons in a village on the border. I can't help it, and the rescue request came around to this holy capital, you know."

Kidnapping by demons is actually common.

No matter how vigilant you are, you won't lose that number. It's one of those problems that always bothers my head.

It is mostly young daughters who are harmed. Demons attack people and take young daughters. It's a shame, but it's also true that there are many things that you can't protect safely even if you go to help right away.

I can't overlook you as the same woman.

If you can't help us, the demons we've taken away to avoid repeating the tragedy will be destroyed.

Some of them are a bunch of demons of a magnitude beyond the reach of the people there alone. Such projects turn to larger cities and eventually reach the Holy Capital.

The fact that we have come to the Holy City means that it cannot be solved anywhere else.

When the Master took my gaze from the front, he breathed softly and drowned.

You're pretty tired, this.

"I know. I just received a report of an additional investigation into the matter."

"Then you're quick to talk. I'll be there in a minute. Which is the location?

"The Demon King."

"... Yes?

"The one who kidnapped her seems to be the Demon King"

……

Doubt your ears.... Demon King?

"Don't be ridiculous, old man."

"The ground is here. Calm down. A daughter was abducted from a village on the border. He was taken by the demon king's men, and he was taken to the demon king."

Too lady of shock. Word broke.

A demon king, that demon king?

You killed an earlier brave man and the Virgin, you know?

You mean Sunra, the tyrannical demon king, who hasn't seen a move against us for 13 years and kept a creepy silence?

Seriously?

"Finally, the Demon King moved out. Is that...? He said the time had come."

Blood caught my mind at once.

"I don't know. I don't know, just calm down. I want you to calm down and listen to me first. Listen to me calmly."

"I am calm. … what is it"

"The report says there was no harm done to the villagers. In the first place, they've nominated the daughter by name. It seems that only one of his daughters was meant for the first time."

"... what is it? That's unusual."

For demons, humans are only young and old.

It is not meant to be young or old, but only discerns whether a man or a woman is young or not.

At least the demons I've seen so far have been. I've never heard you come to kidnap me by identifying me as an individual.

"My kidnapped daughter is 17 years old, unmarried, no lover"

You're the same age as me.

The Virgin is not allowed to fall in love or marry. I feel a little familiar with that kid that he's the same age and has no lover.

It's not weird being married and having a toddler around, but it's not enough to say I'm late. But I start to worry about the area and it gets a little soggy.

Seventeen is a delicate age, isn't it?

"The village's name is Mariel Village"

"Oh, there's a village with my name?

"They say the kidnapped daughter's name is Lefia."

"... Hey, old man"

That's why I'm telling you to calm down.

No, wait. Yes?

What? That. What do you mean?

There was a 17-year-old daughter in Mariel village named Lefia, and the demon king said she had taken that daughter under the name of Wazza Wazza.

That's the thing.

Coincidentally, I have one daughter here.

A 17-year-old daughter named Mariel from the village of Lefia.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Seriously. Seriously. Are you serious?

I've never heard of a neighboring village daughter being targeted by the Demon King by name, but if that was the Virgin, things would be different. I can reason to be targeted individually.

Because she's a Virgin.

I defeated the demon all over.

That's what I do.

Gadan makes a loud noise and stuffs it to the law lord.

"What's that! No way! That child, mistaken for me!?

"Don't rush to conclusions. It hasn't been decided yet. Rather......... No"

"We need to hurry up and go help! This is not how I want it! Be ready to travel soon."

"I'm going to."

"Huh?"

"Prepare to travel immediately. Things prefer awkward speed. I can't use the anti-demon king agreement on this one. Because waiting for the formation of a kingdom coalition would take too long. We have to help this girl immediately."

My uncle's condition is different than usual.

It's like being indecisive and picturesque with your usual uncle. It's like someone else.

I wonder what's wrong. I think he's getting worse and worse.

"You're a quick decision that I don't think is the usual lawmaker who carefully overlaps prudence. Do you have anything?

"Don't look. We have to hurry."

"But if we're going to fight the Demon King alone, we're going to be in danger of winning or not."

"I guess so. But you don't have to win this time. I want to avoid even fighting if I can help a daughter named Lephia."

"I hope you're doing well."

"It doesn't work or not, we just have to do it right. I will also take you, the brave men and the Virgin. Even the brave nobleman hates to help his village daughter, surprise or work. I'll take the Knights of the Sacred Sword, too."

I said take him, no way.

"No way, your uncle's with you?

"This time I'll take command. I'll leave command of the battle to the Knights Commander, but try not to fight."

"Okay. We will be getting ready to get out even soon. May I tell the brave man from me?

"I'd like to ask for it if I could. Will you do that?"

"Take care of it. I was wondering if my uncle should take some time off. The colour of your face has not been pleasant since earlier."

"Oh. I'm sorry, but let me. Let the words sweeten you. … I want to rest a little"

"It's an important body, don't push it. Now if you'll excuse me."

Your uncle's leopard is awesome. I feel compelled to hide something. It's suspicious, but I'm not the kind of person who pursues it and gives it a rundown, so let's find out how it goes for a while.

I'll leave my uncle's room behind.

My chest motive hasn't subsided since just now.

Demon King. King of Demons. Ravaged Demon King Sunra.

The previous Virgin was torn and killed by the Demon King without power.

What about me now, compared to my predecessor, the Virgin? I hate to think it's out of reach at all, but I don't even think it's over.

Honestly, I'm scared.

I thought one day it would come more than I decided to do as a Virgin, but I knew what I was afraid of was scary.

If you don't extend, you'll be killed.

Like previous generations.

I'm never special.

But I think about my daughter, the same age, who would be in more fear than that. I would be somewhat prepared to be the Virgin. Because that's what a Virgin is. But she's not. She wasn't even a Virgin, but she was unreasonably blind to it.

Maybe you've been mistaken for me.

I have to help.

Turn your readiness into courage.

I gutted my trembling hands and feet.