Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

I was also surprised that the cool handsome guy showed how good Nori was at getting on the bottom of the story with all his might.

"Phew...... corrosion!? Does that mean it's rotten!? My... your, uh, balls...!?

"Oh. - I see? You mean you couldn't see the symptoms until they were specific? '

Leo was stunned when he was lightly affirmed for confirmation that he didn't think so.

Safita was passing a gaze that seemed to quantify this one, but honestly not quite.

(Duh... what to do... I didn't aim at all, but I can't believe this guy accidentally suffered from those symptoms...)

Once Lena had concerns that "once we solved the magic of rumbling seals, we solved them, and the scale of misunderstandings was going to increase," but that was in a way quite correct.

Because I've just used Ellandic, which doesn't even make any mistakes in your inferior language, and I'm about to make a terrible mistake right now.

Safita looked at Leo with a strong gaze as he blued that he had stepped on a man's mine at an unscheduled time.

"Even if we didn't realize it was corrosion, we expected the beads to be weak and on the verge of being lost. If the organizers can't forgive such a fall, they can't complete the ritual or anything - so I think the Spirit of Light can't manifest itself, so they make it difficult to think that it's the Spirit of Gold, etc.?

'Yeah, no, you know...'

Leo panicked when he got up.

Although I panicked, I opened my mouth desperately trying to argue with him anyway.

I don't remember foreseeing your balls.

Besides, even if my balls were weak, I'm not going to jam that in the insensitive way of saying "impossible," etc.

Finally, when I said I looked like a gold spirit earlier, I didn't mean it was a trick, I just said that if I activated the Money Slave filter, even the Spirit of Light would look like a gold spirit.

I worry for a moment about which to start, but in that gap, my thoughts on the point that I was most concerned about as the same man slip out of my throat on my own.

'Um...! Nothing, just because my balls, you know, rot doesn't mean I can't... That's it, I don't think I'm going to hunt you down......!

"Ha."

But the followup of his whole body was turned away with a mocking voice.

'Say what...! Do you know the seriousness of that? Whatever it is, the jewel of treasure - if you lose it, Elland's very survival is at stake.'

'Sooo...... eh. That's, maybe, but...'

Indeed, if the prince's balls are allergic, albeit original, Eland's survival may also be at stake in terms of inheritance.

Even cheap consolation hesitated and to Leo, who was losing his word, Safita leaked a blood-soaking cry.

"I hung in this name - I hung in the name of the Guardian (Manasirius) and said I had to protect the treasure at all costs...!

Leo once remembered his full name there.

Safita Manasilius Al Eland.

"Saffy, Tamanashi......"

What a fateful name.

It seems that the subtle thoughts on the face were intact - thanks to the incense, I have trouble not being able to fix it from earlier on - and Safita, who overlooked it, has blocked it and stared at me.

"Be nice and call me by my name... are you going to comfort me? But what do you know about my misery? It's a bead...! We need beads...!

'Wow, you'll see...! You need it......! That's right......!

Leo nodded desperately, thinking he was asked to understand each other.

In fact, at this point, Leo had become quite sympathetic to Safita.

The fear of losing your balls, or losing them, is only known to those who have experienced it.

When he wondered if he was currently savoring that despair when he was once tied to the operating table in a progressive fashion, a sense of pity naturally erupted.

I was fortunate to have been saved.

But no salvation came to him.

But when he heard the gavel, Safita had a distorted grin and had embarked on herself.

'Ha... from earlier, it seems like you intend to comfort me personally for a long time, you know...? This is due to what the country did...!

'-... Huh?'

It is just a development.

Leo frowned with surprise as he could not read exactly why the Safita Weakness balls issue led to Weitz.

Turning to the girl with her eyes shaking as bewildered, Safita whispered, as if to pour poison into her.

"The pearl of the treasure... In the Great War ahead, the King of the Golden Sword of Weitz, who barbarically ravaged this cathedral - he was still a prince at the time - wielded his magic and corroded it by bathing it...!

"Huh......!?

"Holy spiritual power and magic consisting of dragon blood are incompatible. And then you've heard of it, right?

At that time, behind Leo's brain, Natalia's teachings were revived, which prepared him for this trip to Eland and packed him with various knowledge.

In response to Leo, who asked why he could not exercise his magic during the contract festival, she was answering:

Demonic power acts like poison against strong spiritual power. Sometimes a drop of blood can even deprive the other person of consciousness, so that the Spirit, who has repelled its "abominable" power, leaves it during the covenant festival, when his authority increases most.

It was strange that Natalia was blushing for some reason then, but now I know why.

She was blushing like a lady, thinking of the tragedy that had befallen a prince in an exodus.

Of course Natalia, recalling her interaction with Gustav in fact, was just muzzled by the evil of one thing, but Leo, unaware of it, totally believed that Safita had been hurt by magic in her precious balls.

But what the hell was their situation, such as being magically exposed to the local area?

"How the hell did you..."

"Is it hard to believe that the wise king and the lofty king of the Golden Sword went into a demonic outrage in the diocese? But it's true. The king pulls out a golden sword called the Dragon Legend, and when he brings together a disastrous magic to it, he shakes it up greatly - '

Ma, wait! Specific depictions are requested in the direction of discounting!

Safita's suffering, I want to heal her if I can.

But as someone with similar experiences, I was absolutely sorry to hear any more vivid reproductions.

"Phew...... Are you terrified of what you're doing?

To the girl holding both ears down and trembling in small pieces, Safita whispered with the intention of poking her sin at him.

'What do you say, cheap comfort and other positions you can't speak of, you understand. If it's comforting, did you think I'd give you a thank you? Ha! In fact, if I had grown up, such as a woman who tells such arrogance, I would have done it in such a disastrous way.'

'No how!?

Leo was heartfelt surprised.

I understand that the rhetoric of that hand in Erandean refers to sexual matters thanks to a sensual novel - and a dong to Safita for saying that - but purely, physically, because I thought it would be impossible.

(Is this some self-inflicted crap about this guy?!? Wait for the scratch!? If you're gonna resent me as a Weitz, you can't even find words to hang up...)

Friendly said, 'No, you can't!' And for Tsuko, the reality he held was too painful.

But Safita, who took it, reacted so incipiently that she could not even understand the expression of her hand, silenced herself as if she had been poked at.

The girl lowers her eyebrows and stares at this one, as if she was deeply confused.

And when he looked into his unclean crystalline eyes, he remembered the comfort of having bathed in cold water.

Just because it was so intense, it wasn't a statement to be directed at a girl like this.

"... there it is -"

"The."

But while I was cruising around to see if I should say an apology, the other person nodded and talked as if he was ready for something.

'It may be an extra favor - but if you're going to say that out of self-inflicted thoughts, please throw that away'

'... what?

Misses meaning and listens back low. But the girl clenched her fist without even being frightened by Safita's sharp gaze and looked at this one.

'Well...... sure, the balls problem is serious, and you would be right about the resentment bone marrow against Weitz. But I care more about your masochistic appearance. "

"Masochistic," he said...?

'Didn't you notice? You say things that resent Weitz, but more than that, you seem to feel incompetent about yourself for weakening your balls or... self-blame. Sometimes I wonder what kind of masochistic remarks I make. "

Leo was desperate.

Somehow this man named Safita couldn't leave me alone.

'Cause he looks like Leo, who could have been.

If Bruno hadn't rushed me then, even I might have lost my balls and become gloomy, aggressive, or run to masochistic stories to confuse others.

I can't believe you've put a harsh fate into your name, not really.

Finally, it's kind of similar around being tormented by the presence of a prince.

When I thought of him, I no longer thought of him as someone else, and I managed to soften Safita's misery.

Leo continued with a serious look toward Safita staring at this one as surprised.

'Even if you've lost your balls, please don't just get caught in despair. Don't blame yourself. Rather than running masochistically, - well, look around more, for example.'

'Around...?

"Yes."

Speaking, Leo was remembering something.

Thanks for this development, I thought I remembered something, and I was having a similar exchange with Gustav the other day.

Even then, it somehow inspired Gustav's hidden trauma, revealing the facts of the shock he was hiding.

It's strange that these patrols continue, but maybe that's all, a lot of people have problems with the world.

(Dr. Gustav, who looks like a carnivore, is a wise candidate, Kai, who looks hot, is the bearer of a desire to be a woman, Oscar senior in front of a man is a thin-haired reserve, and the refreshingly looking prince is a belly-black super dangerous figure. Come to think of it, I don't know what you're all worried about...)

Leo was a glimpse of the truth of the world, coming to the thought that he had the secret of that hand, only a handsome man who looked like a winner of his life.

'You're the only one who might think you have a secret. But it's not. Everyone has secrets that no one can tell. The more glorious people look on the surface, the more behind them.'

"What?

'You may not believe it in obscurity. But that's the truth of the world. Please calm down once now and try to keep an eye on it often, carefully. Then you will surely be saved yourself'

Some people may be worse off than Safita.

The fact that I don't recommend a lick of wounds, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who can afford him.

'What the hell are you talking about...? "Behind" is... "

I frown as if Safita was bewildered by the aura of this seeping truth.

Leo took that hand softly, with the intention of encouraging him, while regretting that he could not give details from a privacy point of view.

'You can't talk from me about that "back" I found. But I'm sure you'll be able to get to the truth in this world.'

"There it is..."

Something came to mind, and Saffita showed off her thoughtful bluff.

The signs of him hunting him down at the wall loosened slightly, so he leads through the side to that gap and out to the side of the door.

If you're not out of the rope, you're about to be number eighteen.

You can continue counseling a little more, but now would be a good time for them to want to sort their minds out too.

Or because of the incense of penance and the fact that they remain, even if you are here any longer, you are likely to inadvertently make a statement that hurts them.

Leo decided to leave this place early.

'You will also need time to think carefully on your own. For once, excuse me. Call me whenever you need me.'

When I tell him so, he utilizes his small physique and then disperses between prayers.

Later, Saffita was left standing with a flashy look.

'- What the hell is this...'

He presses his right hand, which he was unconsciously lifting, against his forehead.

It was as if the girl staring at this one had been carved into its back of the brain so that it shot straight through.

The girl I was listening to with a serious look.

When asked about the corrosion of the beads, he frowned neatly and had a deep color of sympathy in his eyes.

She was fading into Safita's story, and she seemed heartbroken by the truth, not by calculations, etc. - no, she was making me smell the incense of penance, no doubt, that was an act springing from her heart.

(If so, that girl does not praise the poor to the Spirit, reckoned daughter, etc... do you mean the owner of a truly benevolent spirit...?

Maybe I missaw the girl's figure.

It also, in itself, made Safita's mind run shaking like waves, but more than that, it had shocked him.

(Looking to the Truth, Harkenberg's Purple Eyes......)

Even though she had covered herself with cloth, the girl was discerning that the beads of the treasure were being lost and was leading to the despair it would bring.

Safita was depressed by it, a girl who spotted self-blame and helplessness.

There is no doubt that the girl really has "eyes that foresee the truth" together, not rumors, gossip, etc.

(What did my daughter, who spots the truth, say now -?)

He told me to look around rather than blame myself.

It is the person who looks glorious that says there is a "back".

(What the hell does that mean)

A terribly vague statement.

But she consistently said this, too.

- To me, that spirit looks like a golden spirit.

Spirit of Light, manifested in the liturgy of praise.

Aryl Addo summoned me diligently, despite the corrosion of the beads, supposed to be the Spirit of Light, being.

Not to make the ritual difficult, but really, what if that was what she seemed like, a gold spirit-?

'-... no way'

Safita waved her unconsciously to one terrible hypothesis, which began to connect securely behind her brain.

No way.

Oh, no.

That can't be right.

silly, and caught the edge of his mouth, but it just made him pull his lips like he couldn't laugh.

"... sounds stupid"

Instead, I'll say it out loud.

Of the exotic, it must not be, such as believing in the words of a daughter of a country who also worked disrespectfully with the Spirit, and doubting her loyalty.

(But...)

A blurry, wandering gaze captures an object.

It was a small incense furnace that was quietly soaking up smoke.

Incense of penance.

From the mouth of man, take away all lies and rushes, a copy of Errand's technology.

The girl did let me smell this incense.

The words its mouth spins should not have mixed with any decorations.

In fact, in the girl's purple eyes, there was only profound mercy and a light of truth -.

Hiccups, and cold things run over my heart.

I hadn't thought about it before - no, I hadn't tried and thought about it, he felt the little bud of doubt suddenly lifting his head.

Why was Aryl Addo assured that the Spirit of Light would be made manifest, even though he was defiled of his dependence?

Why don't you hit the Spirit with the theory that you were corroded by Weitz's magic and not serve to punish Weitz directly from the Spirit?

No matter how much mercy exists, why is it that the Spirit of Light, who was supposed to have been molested by dependence, should grant an extraordinary blessing to the Witch of Weitz -.

One by one, there had to have been circumstances that convinced me myself.

But when I lined them up like this, they were unnatural and impossible.

And the biggest question is.

(Until now, why didn't I ask these questions...?

Hold the cobwebs loosely with your palm hands.

and at that time,

'... excuse me'

There were those who knocked on the door between prayers.

If you turn around silently, what was there were the two women whose faces were stretched by tension - the women from the ghetto, bought with three silver coins.

'... disrespectful. This is between the prayers of those who bring us to Manasirius.'

When I told her low to intimidate her, Kaje, the older woman who named her, stepped inside the room with her mouth tied.

'... have mercy. Why don't you and I put you in the breakdown of the contiguous more than just offering ourselves for Manasirius once?'

"Crazy things."

"Master Archdeacon. Please listen to our penance."

When I cut it off, my younger daughter, now named Surya, has stuck out something that is a serious face.

"Repentance"?

"Yeah. With the slightest payment and the reward of three silver coins, I tried to hurt a girl like a living copy of the Spirit of Light, our silly penance."

The contents of the crude hemp bag were copper coins, which would be about their monthly salary.

Kaje pressed the hemp bag against Safita as he fished his tight eyes further and added his own hand to Sulya's.

"You must be the one who did this to us, right? Then I'll give this back to you."

…………

'So why don't you ask me instead? How serious a sin we were about to commit.... how sober the soul bearer that child has been, and how tough a test he has already been exposed to'

'Trial...?

Kaje nodded as he greeted Safita, who raised his face.

And so they knelt down on the spot, and began to speak again, saying, All truth, only in the will of the Spirit and in the bosom of the Master, and in penitentiary determinations.

That a girl with a heart of pure poverty, merciful and intelligent, has overcome what spectacular past.