Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Eland is the capital, Le Grand.

The cathedral, once used as a palace, is covered with finely crushed tiles and illuminated red by the burning sun of the evening.

Everyone on the spot was barefoot and revealing their brown skin to avoid treading the sunset, the last blessing of the Spirit of Light's day, with disrespect and shoes.

About ten men sit in that space where brightly colored spiritual cloths cover the walls.

Many of them wear less decorative white robes and stop the slightly different design headscarf Gutura with a gold ring.

They were uniformly staring at the pedestal resting in the center of the room, breathtaking the moment the old mentor took away the cloth that was on there.

'Oh, my God...'

A crystal bead that emerged from under the cloth, as much as a baby's head.

Also called the Spirit Pearl, during the ritual, in the treasure of Elland, which is also the dependent price of the Spirit of Light - for there were disastrous spots.

Everyone could not hide their upset that the beads, which should otherwise shine like the sun, were stirring up bloody red.

In the meantime, only one person with a black robe and gutula stands up.

He opened his mouth quietly as he looked down at the old mentor who was kneeling beside the bead.

'-... what does this mean, Aryl Ad'

The leaking voice is a bass that lacks discouragement.

The deep look of the sculpture peeking from Gutura is marked by brown skin and long, blue-grey eyes, pity even within this cathedral, where enthusiasm lingers.

First name is Safita.

Name of the family. Manasilius Al Eland.

Avoiding the designation of "Protector (Manasirius)," a particularly honorable family name, he, known as Safita, is the descendant of a blood family that has ruled the area, which was destroyed seven years ago and has since become the "Autonomous Community of Eland" - that is, the Prince of the Diaspora.

Will it reach twenty or not when I'm old?

Even within the court of the Weitz Empire, which had a reputation for having many beautiful people, he must have attracted attention, with exotic beauty, but narrowed his eyes to noise and asked low.

"The beads must be unsealed for seven years for the covenant festival, torn apart, and now most beautiful and radiant. Why is that so dirty?

"Ha."

The mentor, called Aryl Ado, responds briefly with a flat head.

A small body for a calmly year-round look.

Instead, he was a teacher, a high archdeacon who had been on its throne since the time of the kingdom, a caretaker who served Safita for a long time, and the current Regent.

He let that soft face, now bitterly distorted and played on.

'I'm afraid I do. The beads were already in this state when I prepared for the covenant festival and unsealed it. There is no mention of this condition of the beads as long as the literature is fished, and no matter how much prayer is given for the gills, the spots do not disappear. … Perhaps this is close to corrosion, not filth'

As soon as I heard the report, my surroundings crept.

Some frowned 'ominous...' while others frowned 'Spirit...!' and mumble the words of prayer.

Safita, who controlled it, urged with her gaze, Aryl Addo continued.

"The beads are made the patrons of Eland, the dependent bills of the Spirit of Light that unites the continent. If you were suddenly obscene, let's say that there was a mutation in this world as well. But seven years after the last covenant festival, this country - no, there was no noticeable disaster in this area, nor in the Weitz Empire '.

The voice of Aryl Addo, who replaced the flourishing kingdom with a "region," is riddled with a bitter colour for a moment.

But Safita dared to listen to it and lay down her questions.

'... that the beads took the time to proceed with the corrosion?

'Probably.... yes. It's as if the fruit rots little by little from where the water is worn'.

In that metaphor, my surroundings swallow my breath.

Safita also perceived what the other person intended and made the voice even more harsh.

"... by wearing magic, corrosion?

…………

Aryl Addo does not answer.

He seemed to be an archdeacon who did not blame others, trying to avoid unilateral determinations and spinning his answers carefully.

"... magic is the blood of a dragon. The spiritual power that lives on the light and the earth, and the magic that depends on abominable blood, are more incompatible than they used to be. Seven years ago - at the time of the war ahead, it was true that this cathedral was occupied by Weitz for a time and ravaged by magic. In doing so, if one of the magic scales splashed on the beads... it is not surprising that you took the time and corroded the beads'

The surrounding area is annoyed by its contents.

When Safita controlled it with a slight movement of her hand, she dropped her gaze to think about it for a while and eventually pulled up its pitiful face.

'... if that were true, Weitz would have humiliated us twice'

A low, quiet voice echoes with an unquenchable rage.

'But the evidence...' said Aryl Addo, whining to forgive the deviant former prince, but Safita, in a lower voice,

'There is no evidence. But there's no other cause for the beads to corrode.'

By saying so, I sealed the objection.

At that time, one of those who was in the union raises a grunt that sums up the nasty.

What do you want to do about it, rather than find out why? Now the Spirit of Light may not manifest itself at the Covenant Festival. Where there was no manifestation, there can be immediate harm, but let the people who look forward to seeing the Spirit be greatly disturbed. For our Association of Ten entrusted with the autonomous community of Eland, it is the resolution of corrosion that should not be given priority over anything else?

And went on.

There is nothing to be blamed for in the content itself.

But that twisted tone, the mouth caught in disgrace and, more importantly, the eye-catching sight of the opponent, showed that he just wanted to argue with Safita anyway.

When Safita did her gaze silently, the man narrowed his eyes and took over the words.

"Dear Safita, The honorable prince of our flourishing bloodline, the young head of the Ten. If you perform magic with luxurious (...) spiritual power according to your responsibilities, isn't this a problem that you will solve at this moment as well?

The air on the spot tends to peel off words like "yu".

He who stares at a man with a whispering voice.

He who cannot hide his awkwardness from himself.

He who smiles slightly and aggressively at those who remain calm. Reactions vary.

If you look closely, each of the men who should be sitting in a circle at equal intervals has a subtly different attitude towards Safita.

Those who pushed and put together a design similar to Safita's Gutura tattoo tended to turn away the closer they were to him and the different their designs, the farther their seating positions.

- You seem to be making a mistake, Lord Salem.

Eventually, Aryl Addo, dressed in the exact same design of Gutura, opened her mouth quietly, just in different colors from Safita.

'It is self-evident that the purification of beads is important. But more than that, to reveal whose work it is and to inflict the necessary punishment is a more important proposition for our proud people of Eland'.

"But..."

'So you say, assuming you were trampled through a beautifully tidied garden, that you would not strangle that werewolf, but at best clean it up? - As Weitz's servant, it's a perfectly fine attitude.'

When Aryl Addo said off in a quiet tone, the man known as Salem silenced as frightened.

Weitz's servant.

For the proud people of Eland, more importantly, it is a name that we want to avoid.

As Salem leaked her tongue slightly and distracted her gaze, Safita opened its thin lips and told her in a low voice.

"It's Salem. You have a point. The manifestation of the Spirit at the Covenant Festival is essential. About this, me and, hit my hand with Aryl Ado. - But okay. This is a problem with Elando's tickets."

Smooth the black robe and correct your home.

He narrowed his blue-grey eyes, disturbingly telling him.

"For he that despises the Spirit, he shall be excused. Let him kneel before the supreme being and judge, even an empire with mighty power, whose sinners have ruled. That's our code."

Someone snarls at your throat in an unmatched, age-appropriate tone.

Safita faintly announced the adjournment, declaring the cause of the corrosion of the beads to be investigated and purified and, more importantly, to punish the sinners appropriately.

With the awkwardness dragged, when the men left the room, only Safita and Aryl Addo would remain on the spot.

The caretaker regent looked for words for a while before pressing his silent master when he lit the fire in the room, which was getting dim at night, and eventually drowned his head (like this) deeply.

"... I'm sorry"

"Why are you apologizing?"

'The corrosion of spiritual beads is because it is my fall. The manifestation of the Spirit of Light will be assured by hanging in my name, but... I do not believe that Safita's anger will calm down.'

Safita sarcastically pulled up the edge of her mouth as Aryl Addo distorted her serious face with self-blame.

"Your handicap? Just kidding. If I were to say that, it would be my fall without sufficient spiritual power, even though I won the blood-washing inheritance competition '

"Dear Safita... -"

"Originally, the management of beads was the role of royalty. On my behalf, I can't blame you for the problems you've encountered, even though you're taking on prayers in addition to government affairs. I'm not angry. I just wish the color of these eyes were close to gold... that's what I was thinking '

I shrug, touching my eyes with self-derision.

But when he realized that his ancient subordinate had pulled his mouth together like he was in trouble, Safita shook his head to shake off his thoughts as well.

'... Either way, yes. If it is true that the corrosion of the beads is due to the magic - Weitz - we must punish them without hesitation. The people of Elland, who could not bear to be scattered with royal blood in order to be deprived of their territory, but that is why they do not remain silent when they are mocked of the Spirit, which is more than anything else the stronghold. If you can't seem to do this, Eland's pride will collapse from the ground up'

To the words, Aryl Addo nodded deeply.

"Thank you very much. Eland is originally a religious state made up of descendants of the Spirit. Maintaining religious pride is what we miss more than maintaining the royal system. '

But after thinking about it for a while, I told my young master as I chose the words.

'Though...... it's harder not to say how much Weitz has nothing to do with it than to start a fight here. I don't mean worldly bodies, physique, etc... the Spirit is the presence of mercy. I don't like to attack you here.'

'... sort of'

Safita responded quietly.

Spiritual powers that "borrow" the power of nature tend to be basically more faint than magic.

To exert that with so much power as to defeat your opponent, you need to get a spiritual sperm with mighty power, such as light and four spirits.

To this end, elements damaging their mood should not have been allowed to intervene even in a single shard.

Safita went on to say 'but' when she glanced at the blue-grey eye.

"At the same time, they are also, above all, noble and proud beings. Assuming that you have (...) set up an imitation from beyond that you would not hesitate to suffer even one country to which the person belongs'

"From over there......"

Safita nodded to repeated Aryl Ado.

"Seven years ago, the Spirit's protection was not obtained because it was a battle caused by some of us on the Elland side with greed to reach Weitz. The Spirit punished us for creating more incentives to disrupt the country than for the cowardly empire he had attached to civil strife.... but on the contrary '

Blue and gray eyes narrow.

"If we are the victims of unwarranted humiliation (...), the Spirit will destroy them with a strength that outweighs magic."

"Is..."

Aryl Addo breathed like he was overwhelmed and eventually asked in between.

"But... how did you bring out the indiscriminate humiliation and mischief? King Golden Sword is quite a raccoon with that one. Whatever the heart, it's called acknowledging autonomy, with a whole lot of respect to us Elands. Rumor has it that my son's prince is also a cutter. Easy enough, it won't give you an incentive to start a war. '

'... a woman would be nice'

Safita, who was thinking with her hands on her chin, answers quietly.

"Woman, is it?

'Oh. A princess or even a daughter of a nobleman with a corresponding identity... A woman is a creature that runs to emotions anyway and fusses with crap that doesn't even give up the situation. How about pawning?

In the Bible, human women are often portrayed as foolish and arrogant creatures, either to highlight the sanctity of the Spirit of Light, who is a woman.

Also, although his status as a prince was stripped, there were numerous women who rubbed off against Safita, who had absolute power as archdeacon, so the values that could be described as female contempt were only "facts" per se for them.

"More importantly, the covenant festival should invite the daughters of princesses and nobles from all countries as" witches of life ".... So, necessarily, let the Weitz woman play the lapse '

"... this battle is going to be named after the woman."

No reply.

But the quietly floating grin was the answer.

"... to the land of beginnings, Eland, take pride"

Safita whispered the words of prayer low and narrowed her eyes softly toward the sunset she could see outside the window.