Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

In the dark corner of the room, something is ringing.

That's one girl who snorts.

She continues her search with a crying voice whining "I can't find it".

When will she ever give up doing 'what's important'?

This is all I look for and it doesn't come out, so I would have lost it somewhere else.

"... ha"

Hoozki accidentally sighs and hurries to hold his mouth with both hands.

It is strictly forbidden to sigh.

A glimpse, but apparently the girl didn't hear me.

She hastily removes the rubble to see if there's anything to look for underneath it.

Sighing is forbidden by the doctrine of the temple.

When they find him, the priest (Priest) will scold him for "leaking virtue (karma) from his mouth."

"... oh well"

Hoozuki relieves himself of remembrance.

That this is not a monastery in the first place.

That there are no more priests or snitch nuns (sisters).

Because this is a maze city dungeon.

Where you shouldn't be.

"... ha"

Hoozki sighed again, reflecting on the position he had been placed in.

◆

It was the other day.

Hoozuki, who became thirteen, was to leave the monastery clear.

was summoned to a temple in a distant land called the Labyrinth City

She rejoiced.

that you will finally be free from the painful days of that temple.

That we can get out of that giddy collective life and just live the obstinate harassment from the older nuns.

But that was the beginning of the tragedy.

This is what the old bishop (Bishop) of the Labyrinth City told me the morning of the first day smiling.

"Let's go to the labyrinth first and load up the virtues"

That's a word I can't even think of.

It was a pit.

I just thought that Hoozki was what would be assigned to the treatment center.

Because it is customary for something good in prayer to be assigned.

There, he is supposed to brush his prayer arm while providing allowances for the injured and sick, and build on his virtues. The job is tough, but if I can earn a track record, I can get him to give me an Equestrian ranking in a few years. And slowing down is not a dream to be a priest either.

Life is already cheap, I thought.

"Um, wasn't I called to save someone who was injured or sick?

Hoozki raises natural questions.

But the old bishop slowly shook his head beside him.

"You've been in a narrow world called a monastery."

……

"Therefore immature. We decided that it was still too early to assign a nursing home."

"No..."

If that's not possible, Hoozki wanted to scream.

I have talent. Above all, he has been training in prayer in the monastery for over a decade.

I am proud that I have the strength not to even take a pull on the upper feast.

That's why he thinks he can be active even if he is assigned to a treatment center.

For Hoozki, excellence in prayer is the only base of mind.

Because of this, I could continue to endure without despair, no matter what the nuns (Sisters) did to me in the monastery. She could affirm herself, even if she was ridiculed for being as tall as she was every day or for her habitual redhead.

It was denied, and it darkened in front of me for a moment.

……

"You seem dissatisfied?

The bishop smiles thinly as he sees through this heart.

She only looks like a good-looking old woman, but she wears a scarlet monk coat that can only be worn by a high priest.

She is definitely a bishop.

The supreme power of the temple in this maze city.

It was impossible for a nun style not even given a rank to defy that decision.

"No......"

Hoozki realized.

This is a de facto left transition.

I don't know why, but because she didn't like me, I was told to drop a gate on my way to the nursing home and do some unfavourable work, such as exploring the labyrinth.

"In that temple over there, they're sending people in trouble to the labyrinth, Ginseng."

"You don't have to be in trouble, because demons will kill you. Because, Mr. Chilli-head,"

"Hehe, be very careful not to do that, Mr. Othibi."

I recall rumors that the nuns, who should have been jealous, had made before they set up the monastery.

I should have laughed at him with my nose that stuff was just a rumor.

I felt uncomfortable wearing my skin clothes with a gentle sweat.

I didn't catch a cold, but I got chilly.

My ankles trembled so much that I couldn't stand without eating my teeth off.

The only thing Hoozuki could do anymore was cut the mark with his trembling hands and squeeze out his voice "... excuse me".

◆

In the dark corner of the room, a girl is squealing bumps.

I repeat the word "not found" over and over again in a succumbing position.

- You won't find it. Haunted?

Hoozuki can hardly stand wanting to get into it.

And I got sick and tired of it and distracted myself.

There are ugly, amorphous gelatinous masses rolling on the ground.

Monsters. Doctrinal beings classified as impure.

It's fungus (slime).

She says she lost something important as she struggled with it.

At first, Hoozki was also dating and looking together.

But no matter how many times I glanced at the floor, one crap never came out, and after half an hour, I got tired of it.

Looking for such a dim spot with just one cantera is not going to work.

Hoozki sat on an affordable size rubble and now decided to wait for her to find it or give it up.

- Speaking of which.

- What would her name have been?

◆

It was a tavern called the "Drunk in the Night Darkness" pavilion.

At a time when the sun hasn't set yet, the round table (table) seats are filled with badly dressed, patterned people. Everyone was cheerfully noisy.

Hoozki lays it aside and drinks something from the jock.

What I ordered is just water.

Alcohol is an immoral drink.

An uncomfortable substitute whose only harm is to loosen the heart, to melt the faith mind, and to mourn the distinction. Even monks are allowed to drink fruit liquor, but they will not drink it for life.

I even think I should disappear from the world.

"... hiku"

Wooden jocks smelled slightly liquor.

It's probably because I usually use it to pour barley wine (ale), the water had a unique smell like a mixture of citrus and grass, which was also slightly bitter and uncomfortable.

I didn't even want to visit this tavern if I could.

But I had to find a searcher to accompany me at this searcher's place.

Because Hoozki alone can't fight monsters nesting in dungeons.

We need competent warriors to fight on the front line as shields.

"... hiku"

If the bishop asks you to explore the labyrinth, there is nothing else to follow.

And I'm going to do it with a track record that no one can complain about more than I do. All you have to do is dive to the 10th basement. I have heard that if a monk hands on the 'testimony' he gets there, his status as a priest will be guaranteed unconditionally.

Even if that's the way you want to be assigned to a treatment center, you must not be complained about.

"So one day I'll give you back that bishop... hiccup"

I knew that Hoozuki had abandoned himself a little.

Then I decided to speak to the Seekers a few times, but they didn't deal with me at all.

I also explained that I was mastering prayer, but it was as if I could not believe it and it was the end of being laughed at with my nose. Everybody doesn't seem to think taking a little girl like this into a dungeon is going to help.

"I'm confident in prayer. Be one of us...... hiku"

"Gahahahahaha. Drunk lady is a monk. That's awesome."

The middle-aged man with the horned helmet (Horndhelm), who spoke up, had the same reaction as the others.

It showed an exaggerated, surprised bare gesture, but it seemed more like an awkward half than impressed.

By and large, calling others drunk is a terrible term.

I only drink water.

"If you're such a master, show me your skill."

"Are you skilled? I don't mind...... hiccup"

I thought it was a chance.

Even if I've said it in the funny half, this could add me to the party if you make me recognize my strength. It doesn't have to be. If you show him strength in this place, he might catch the eye of someone in this tavern.

"Oh. For example. Easy enough to light that candlestick, huh?

The corner helmet looks delightful, fingering the hoozuki bags (back).

From there, the candlestick I took out of the temple stuck out without being able to get in.

"... hiku"

Hoozki stares at the candlestick and thinks with a head that for some reason doesn't turn well.

The horn helmet has said that easily, but there have been some problems.

If you look closely first, you'll see that this candlestick does not have a candle attached to it.

Above all, monks do not have the art of making fire appear in matter.

I can't do anything I can't do, no matter how much training I build.

Because that is the realm of magic.

The confusion between prayer and witchcraft is nothing more than blasphemy to the Lord, but at this point I close my eyes. The question was how to explain and make understanding of it to this no-nothing corner helmet.

"Um..."

But Hoozki noticed as he looked up.

That the kind of eye you're looking at here is familiar.

That's the same thing as when the nuns in the convent are harassing you and hiding Hoozki's shoes and books and asking how you're doing.

Curiosity, ridicule, malice.

If the horn helmet just doesn't hold any expectations as a force of war, I'm still glad.

In other words, he understands that Hoozuki cannot manipulate the fire.

"What's up? Can't you, little lady?

Then he nodded as if he understood the horn helmet, and he spoke aloud so that the guests in the tavern could hear him.

"Ha-ha. Young lady, it's not good to lie about anything at all. We're searchers at work. I can't even do that. It doesn't work in dungeons."

……

From somewhere, he laughs more and more, and Hoozki bites his lower lip.

Momentum pushed me to say nothing back.

If there is a technique that can be salvaged here and now, it is to show off some powerful, visible prayer technique.

If you can clearly demonstrate your strength, you should be able to review it.

But unlike witchcraft, prayer can only be relatively plain.

Most importantly, my head doesn't work properly for why, my vision is getting rough, and I don't turn Lu Rhythm.

"Ma, I'm not going back out with ten years of silly training. And then your grandma's gonna make you one of us, but hey, hey?

The horn helmet hits me on the shoulder with a dirty hand with a satisfactorily inferior laugh. Then he sang his cheerful nose back to the table.

"Hiku...... chi"

I thought Hoozki had failed.

Whatever the facts, the people in this tavern must have put a price tag on it called 'Nothing Can Be Done, My Lady'. Probably whoever you speak to anymore, you won't even be able to listen to me.

- If I don't even get this stuff.

Hoozki looks resentfully at the candlestick sticking out of the bag. It's just heavy, it doesn't do any good. Rather a useless long object that just pulls this leg.

It was given to me by that bishop.

◆

"Let me give you this."

Handed to me. That weighed a lot.

Brass candlestick.

Three legs grow from the pedestal. There is no candle in the candle dish, instead the needle stretched from it is just a little longer.

After ordering Hoozki to go to the labyrinth, that was what the bishop had given him, as I recall.

"... What's this?

"I'm going to the labyrinth to say the least to you."

You should like to sell it or use it.

It might help if you just took it to the labyrinth, the bishop said.

That just seemed like room equipment, no matter how you look at it.

Hoozki also knows as much as he needs lights to explore the labyrinth.

I guess it will do some good, but I thought it might just be more practical to give me cantera than something like this so it's not too heavy and sticky.

……

You should have said thank you, but I didn't feel that way about Hoozki. I've been ordered to explore the labyrinth and so on, and now I'm just going to do the best I can to think about my future situation.

Underground Labyrinth (Dungeon).

I knew when I heard that it was not a place. Those blinded by greed are the nests of uncleanness that fight monsters (monsters).

It would be bad business, not virtue, to be in a place like that and accumulate. Because virtue is built up only by doing good deeds.

"That bishop...... what do I go to the maze for?

Hoozki asked what was at stake.

Freeing the monsters, especially the undead of wandering souls (undead), from the neck trees of the world is one of the monks' missions.

So I thought maybe I should purify about a hundred skeletons. That sounds tough, but it doesn't seem like there's anything you can't do.

But the bishop just slowly shakes his head to the side.

"That's what you think for yourself. All I can say is get experience and virtue."

……

"There's got to be something you can only hear there, something you can't see, something you can't."

Indeed, accumulating virtue was an important deed.

Because the Lord was in heaven, watching over all the works of men.

For he who constantly faileth in good deeds and keepeth virtue shall be summoned to heaven after his death, and he who dies while he hath an evil deed that cannot be paid shall be brought to hell and severely punished.

But at this time, that wasn't the problem.

I didn't understand what she was saying.

"I... when can I go to the treatment center?

"I'll call you back when the time comes. You don't have to think about anything extra right now."

……

Her statement just sounded like she was telling me to go away and die wild in an underground labyrinth.

- No kidding!

Hoozki wanted to throw a candlestick at the old bishop in front of him and spit it out without leaving any starch in his heart.

"Let's go out into a big place first and find out that there's something that won't change if you keep praying"

But when you do that, the reality remains the same.

"Thank you," Hoozuki said, chewing his lower lip tightly, leaving the chapel in a dark mood.