Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Already at the end of her turn, she takes the gaze of the unnerved witches all by herself, and the girl gets up on the spot all the time.

As his little leg gracefully clasped the hem of his robe, there was a clear mandal aroma around him.

"-East of the land Eland at the beginning of the Spirit, from the Weitz Empire, the Marquis of Harkenberg is my daughter, Leonora. I would like to thank you for your generosity, for the supreme manifestation of light and, first of all, for your joy."

Brilliant glamour of the vibrant Laren, and when she kneels in the perfect position, the girl is more fluent in Ellandic than any witch, so she raises her name.

The surroundings breathed unexpectedly in its bell-like poor voice, its beautiful appearance, and the sound of stunning Ellandic.

The girl continues her spirits with a sincere look without realizing it at all.

Communicating the joy of manifestation as a whole, he then turned to praise about the land of Eland.

"In the merciful light of Kakaku, what entered my eyes in this promised land -"

Safita, who was staring at the girl's perfect talk, faintly narrows her eyes there.

Both Kaje and Sulya held their fists unconsciously.

Please.

Please, don't think the numerous malicious intentions you've suffered so far are all about Eland.

Don't speak out about your dissatisfaction with Elando - don't let the war trigger you.

I tied my mouth as strongly as I prayed to the thought of being selfish, at that moment.

The girl uttered unexpected words.

"It was a vibrant town in every corner and the appearance of a good people"

'-... eh...?

Unexpectedly, a grunt leaks out of the mouth of the Kajes.

In front of the two dazed, the girl continued to speak with her big purple eyes glittering.

'It was probably the land where the monetary grace had gone the least. But still, the glorious blessing was the place to feel it.'

The houses were twisted, old, but carefully arranged not to erode each other.

People wore old clothes, but their skin was kept clean and not a single child had their face rotted, as seen in the lower town of Weitz.

Everyone worked for me.

Both children and women held positions in public rather than in the hands of men.

The twisted cows and pigs were very carefully bled out and treated perfectly to the gut.

There, a thorough gratitude and respect for all life was felt.

Waste was finely classified.

It was even elaborate to reduce the smell.

Everyone was clean, diligent, full of piety -

Hearing those words spinning by the girl, both Kaje and Sulya unconsciously shook their throats.

'-... eh'

'Cause they're from a "stinky," "unproductive" ghetto.

It's the pig that deserves it.

It was never recognized by anyone that it brought together both human pride and culture.

Yet this girl praises each and every one, carefully picked up, even to what the Kajes took for granted and overlooked.

That was the first time.

'It was this vibrant laren that the woman in that town knitted. It is the skin of the mandal that fragrances from this skin that the old man in that town was drying. I touched them and wanted the people of Weitz to know more, better,'

…………

Finally, in Kaje's eyes, tears drizzle.

Earlier our own choices were not wrong.

This girl is not capable of hurting herself with three silver coins.

Its beautiful appearance, its sober heart. Purple eyes with mercy.

Only when the girl turns her gaze softly will those ahead be saved.

Now it seemed to the Kajes that she was the Spirit of Light itself.

Shin, and at some point the cathedral is wrapped up in the tranquility that struck the water.

Among other things, Leo, in a vortex of excitement, kept the talks on top of each other in excellent condition.

(Ya, really, thanks for letting me find a good business bud! It feels like it)

There is absolutely no lie or falsehood in what we have been talking about.

It's just not what the Kajes think, a "result of putting your heart to the poor" statement, but Leo's, it was only from a business point of view.

You still have good land, don't you?

It's busy and people are casual. Diligent, clean (welcoming) spirituality that is sure to be friendly even when foreigners push over.

Famous products, cloth and plants.

I'd love to develop it as a tourist destination for the Weitz!

This is what I would say if I opened up the slang nuances in full.

but before the carnellient, he talks and is about to be killed in a merchant soul barrier, so I'm reflecting a little bit and making euphemisms of spiritual preferences and thoughts.

One person is a polite specification that will be properly "I" unified.

It was pointed out to the Kajes earlier that excessive salutations only make a rare impression, so I have abandoned the salutation expressions I have learned over the past week, even the most polite expressions I can speak to myself, or so.

(After all, if you're going to start a tourist business in this land, you can't compromise the mood of the Spirit of Light!

That's right.

Leo had completely forgotten the original purpose of his life, and only because of his ambition, was he at best obsessed with the Spirit.

The aim is a comprehensive production of the Lower Town of Eland.

Accommodation will be maintained to provide a hand-knitting experience for spiritual cloths and a hand-packed experience course for mosaics to also secure a place to barbecue hormones on the spot.

What, with the help of those diligent, clean-loving locals, it's easy.

Yes, this mandal skin is also processed into perfumed oils and populies to make it a specialty, and then...

When Leo was brilliantly in his calculations, he felt the area brighter.

Hmm? And if you do your gaze at the Spirit again...

…………

She was smiling, smashing that perfectly neat face.

"The Spirit of Light smiled......!

"I promised my blessings to the Witch of Weitz...!

Blinking spreads among witches and mentors.

Witches from about thirty countries had already finished praising, but this was the first time the spirits had smiled so far.

Moreover, even though Safita has not yet translated it into ancient Errand, it is.

(You mean you wanted to bless this witch without having to go through words, just the thoughts conveyed with attitude......!?

Safita did not think, staring at the sight in front of her with incredible thoughts, half-whipped from the throne.

The Spirit basically only allows communication of will in ancient Errand.

It is also possible to convey the will from the Spirit to man solely through thought, but when speaking to the Spirit from man, it is necessary to use ancient Errand as a courtesy to the visible being.

But even if you don't do it, you creep the other person's will out of the spiritual side - because you like that person so much.

In other words, this girl was so much liked by the Spirit of Light that she could not help being my beloved son.

(Oh my god...)

Safita frowns in confusion.

To be honest, the girl's words and actions were completely out of Safita's mind.

His painted scenario is that a Weitz witch, exhausted in previous trials, appears in a blur and speaks out of dissatisfaction with Eland in a place of praise.

Rumor has it that the Marquis, who was only remotely married, is enjoying his wealth as an adoptive son and climbing to the Queen's candidacy.

I thought it would be easy to expose my anger if I showed off a ghetto that would hurt its high pride, fatigue my body and mind, and praise elements and other pieces.

Yet if you open the lid, the girl shows up prettier than anyone else, doesn't break the same Rin attitude as last night, fluent in Ellandic, and lets even Safita chant a heart-moving lifespan.

Yes, there was a fresh discovery in the girl's words, like even putting a crack in Safita's solidified consciousness.

I thought it was only the nest of the lower bitches, such as the ghetto. I thought Eland's proud culture was gathered in the capital of Le Grand, including this cathedral.

But it's not.

I (the servant) of the Spirit, Elando's diligent national nature, was only manifested in the Glades.

The blessings of the Spirit stained every corner of the land of Eland without fail.

That's what they pointed out, and I can see the women from the Glades shaking.

When they saw it - when they realized that they would no longer move with gold, what Safita felt was a burning shame.

This is not where you make a girl insult Eland or the Spirit.

Is it still impossible to try to use the pure heart in this way to trigger a war -?

When Safita pulled her mouth tied to the grid that gushed inside her,

'... Something's going to put me on my daughter's M.O.'

Aryl Addo, who had refrained beside him, groaned as she admired him.

"It's like a living copy of the Spirit of Light. Sober mouth. Now I wonder if that girl really is a devout spiritual person - we who are trying to use her as a pretext for war, seem guilty. She will at best be buying spiritual cheer for the poor and only gaining fame...... '

He stroked his own beard, as if to represent hesitation.

"And the Spirit of Light himself, who has been dishonored by his dependence, blesses this witch. Should we also forgive Weitz...?

'-... no'

But Safita, hearing the words of the Regent as if to speak for her own thoughts, was rather aware of the shaky mind and determined to pay for its sweetness.

"If the Spirit forgives, that's fine," it's not a question. 'Cause I'm proud of my Elando.'

I nod to myself, answering low, even so.

This is a matter of Eland's pride. It was something that the ruler's blood-drawing self had to protect as a responsibility for his life, not something that could be easily flinched.

Nevertheless, it was close to jeopardizing and throwing out, once again, full responsibility for the girl's well-eared words.

Perhaps that girl has gained her current status by so skilfully appealing to her surrounding mind.

And don't let yourself be fooled.

The nature of being seemingly pitiful and its fruitful immediate flushing into your emotions is your greatest disgrace.

When Safita tightened her expression, she turned to the girl.

You draw some discontent from her through questioning. That's how I get the thread to punish that Weitz.

"... Ask the Witch of Weitz. Is there a lie or a lie in that statement?

"None"

"You say you feel the breath of the Spirit, even to those who are swamped with the guts of livestock and gasp for poverty"

"Yes, I was lucky to see that."

Leo tilted his neck inside, repeatedly questioned by Safita in a majestic tone.

Since earlier, why should I be repeatedly questioned about this one when I am saying that I am impressed?

(Was the way you praised me lying?

I think so, but it doesn't look like that.

Somewhere impatient, he was asked what one thing was really not dissatisfied with during this stay, and Leo came to the thought that the Ellanders were too diligent to be relieved without pointing out one of the bad things too much.

'Uh... dissatisfied, I don't mean...'

This may also be a necessary response when it comes to the tourism industry in Eland.

While making it look bad, I wonder if there's anything just right to point out that doesn't compromise their motivation.

(Um, but the rice was good. The room is comfortable, people are friendly, there is no prince and it's free dam, the smell of money making drifts from everywhere, if you want anything more...)

Disgruntled, to be honest, not at all.

But from the idea of the smell of money making, Leo stuck around and said whatever he wanted.

'- Oh. I dare say, I thought the color of the Spirit's hair sitting there would be nicer if it were gold'

That's right.

Because the Spirit of Light is similar to his contemplative Spirit of Gold, he wished his hair had been gorgeously golden.

As for Leo, he was only genuine with a slight feeling, but his surroundings reacted differently.

'Oh my God...!

It shakes the air, turns to Leo at the same time, with an expression of disgust.

Leo, who lacked a religious heart, lacked the consciousness of his hand, but it was the biggest taboo in Eland to utter words that even a piece of the Spirit, an absolute being, would deny.

(Ah, yabe! This is the one I shouldn't have said!

Leo realized that from the blue faces of Kaje and Surya, but it's too late.

Errand's mentors and female officers looked at this one uncomfortably, and the witches of other countries who saw it have also turned their white eyes.

(Uh-oh, do it, witch mission, big failure!

It happened when I was blue and sliding dungeons to the Marquis in my heart.

- Phew...

It's like rocking a delicate goldsmith, a beautiful voice sounds.

- hehe,... hahaha!

It was, eventually, a loud laugh that shook the diocese.

…………

A mentor, an officer, a witch.

Of course Leo opened his eyes in amazement.

That should be it, too.

At the heart of the diocese, on the shining throne, the Spirit of Light, who had previously stretched out his Rin and spine in honor of his soft expression, folded his hips, covered his hands with his face, because he was bursting with laughter.

'-... of Him, the Light, the Spirit, passed through a smile...!?

- Oh, that's crazy! How delightful!

She laughs as she blocks the dazzling mentors.

When he stood down and laughed one by one, the Spirit of Light woke himself up all the time and paid with his hands for the dark hair that was flowing on his shoulders.

Thus, staring at Leo with his perfectly shaped golden eyes, he told him, leaving a grinning finish on his mouth.

- Right. I agree.

The statement of the shock breathed in unison a person who was in the diocese.

The Spirit in the Spirit, the Supreme Being, makes statements that deny his own appearance, etc. -!

"- What do you say, Spirit of Light!

Apparently, Aryl Addo, who overtook the shock first, shouts up his voice.

So the mentors who returned to me knelt on the spot, fading blue, and said, 'Forgive me...!' And I began to pray. I suppose you thought the Spirit of Light spoke too much of anger.

But the graceful lady, sitting loosely on the throne, blinked its long lashes funny and stopped them.

- All right. There is no need for prayer.

... and I'm not even angry. I told you, it's delightful.

That's how I turn to Leo again.

She let her golden eyes shine and told her.

- I like you, Witch of Weitz.

"Oh... oh, yeah... ma...!

"Seriously," he said in vegetarian terms, burning his throat.

But even forgetting the pain, as he opened and closed his mouth with a puffiness, the Spirit of Light stood up on the spot all the time and raised one hand with a smooth trick.

- Praise for this time, I did receive it from the Witch of the Thirty-two Nations.

Light the continent. A more glorious blessing to those who desire it strongly.

That is the word which the Spirit tells at the end of the liturgy of praise.

I guess she is no longer about to leave this place than she has identified where the blessing is to be given.

"Spirit of Light...!

'What you said earlier......!

- The next time these eyes open, the world will be flooded with new mornings and light.

The desperate suppression of the mentors is also mundane, and the exalted Spirit spins the word with good.

And.

"Spirit...!

- Darkness, in my arms. Protect the world for a while.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and disappeared softly.

Only the sons of those who gazed upon the throne were left in the cathedral, which had finished the sunset and had become completely dark.