Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Spirit!?

Students glimmer when the light, not as intense as magic, but sufficiently dazzling, fills their surroundings.

"What!?

"Dazzling......!

and the word "dazzling" right behind it - I thought I heard it from around Oscar, Leo shook his shoulder a little.

"What, excuse me!

Relax your hands in an awkward panic and look back.

Even though I swore that I was the only one who could imitate without delicacy, as the prince did, it was just a faultlessness.

(Yabe! I lit up!? Me or the Golden Spirit lit up Senior Oscar's truth!?

And, shouldn't the concentration have been interrupted, or was it simply that timing again?

The light, which once seemed to swell up, converges quietly.

Later, students were left staring at this one with a dim cathedral at noon and an excited face.

"You..."

Natalia, who was looking at the girl in awe, turned to me all the time and blushed with excitement.

"Wow......! You said you manifested the Spirit of Light!?

"Huh?"

Of course Leo has a strange face.

I don't remember myself calling the Spirit of Light or anything.

I call you with love, the Spirit of Gold, who no one believes in but must be somewhere in this world.

But before Leo could say anything back, even the Oscars who embarked on him and the Rolfs and classmates who sat nearby had taken Leo's hand, waved and hugged him at the same time, so he mumbled once.

Rather than, you're right that you didn't hear the objection.

"- That was certainly a sign of the Spirit of Light"

And, there, besides, the Gustav mentor approaches.

He asked, with an even more rugged colour on his arrogant face.

"Leonora von Harkenberg. Did you call the Spirit of Light?

Instead of rejoicing in miracles, it's as if you've preceded a troublemaker, a swordswallowing voice.

Leo answered honestly as he was a little bit frightened by it.

"... no. No, sir."

I repeat, what I have called is a shining gold spirit.

"Leonora...?

"What?"

The surroundings frowned suspiciously, but as soon as possible Alberto understood the girl's intentions, he opened his eyes much wider.

Gustav also glances a little, smiles slightly and asks.

"- Heh. Then who called the Spirit of Light?

Leo, questioned, glanced around and explored the answer.

(Uh, who is it? I glowed around here, so you're a student around here)

Unfortunately, the earlier glow seems to be due to the Spirit of Light, not to the Spirit of Gold.

I guess that means the Spirit of Light and the Dot manifested themselves in response to someone else's chant. At all, the manner in which the noble Spirit of Gold manifests himself is a vague and annoying Spirit.

(Oh, no, Master Bianca came and said that)

Looking sideways at Bianca calling to the Spirit of Light in a treacherous tone, I recall secretly admiring "I'm quite a skilled artist to lure you in a young way" - the orphanage youth often use this hand when selling matches - Leo told me.

"Dear Bianca, I think"

"What?

It was Bianca who shouted a surprise.

Sure, she was calling to the Spirit of Light, but because she herself didn't feel at all handy.

"Leonora, what the hell..."

"That's great, Bianca"

A smooth voice blocked Bianca from frowning and trying to argue.

It's Brother Alberto, the prince.

He slowly told his sister, Princess, who did not hide her surprised expression.

"That's right, the First Empress of the Empire Taru (...), Bianca. Even my brother has a high nose."

To the words, Bianca takes a lot of breath.

In front of the student, not emphasizing her identity as much as a princess or a prince, because she also finally understood his intention to dare say so.

(It must not be a marquis daughter-in-law who possesses immense magic and even brings together spiritual powers capable of calling back the Spirit of Light -)

Just because the advent of Leonora von Harkenberg has led to the convergence of factional struggles, such as Red Roses and White Lilies, the society of the noble courtier is so closed and rigid that it sometimes surpasses that of men.

Even though Leonora, who is becoming the Madonna of the College, must not have been sacrificed to the status of "Spirit Beloved" with mighty spiritual power and disturbed the sequence of the ladies.

(Leonora tells me to give me the honor of "beloved son of the Spirit", in reply to that...?

If I could summon a supreme spirit like the Spirit of Light, that would be the only event worthy of respect.

To calmly dedicate that to the First Empress without doing it to the honorable mind - after all, it was not something that could be done to a twelve-year-old girl.

Bianca bites her lips.

I wonder how much I can hone my soul and chase after this girl.

There was admiration, there was vision - and there was irrepressible remorse.

Also, hatred for myself, jealous of younger girls.

"Leonora... me..."

In response to Alberto's remarks, the surrounding area also begins to cast a gaze of respect on Bianca, along with the voice "What is it"?

Eventually Bianca grabbed both fists when she heard the students in the diocese honoring Bianca's name.

"Me... sorry..."

The truth is, even though it's an honor to be dedicated to a girl.

Even though this joy, and the glimmering gaze of respect, is only fitting to adorn the insolent girl in front of you.

Really, how good it would have been if I had called the Spirit of Light...

The girl squeezed Bianca's hand gently then as she was about to cry out of remorse and self-loathing.

"Master Bianca, why? Apologize, tear, no need at all"

The girl looks really sincerely strange, innocent.

On that look, Bianca stared at the girl with a nasty look, remembering the feeling of her heart breaking loose.

"Leonora...?

"Spirit of Light, I called, it's Master Bianca. Definitely."

That can't be right.

But when they said that in the girl's Rin voice, the wonder and it sounded as if it were true.

The girl strokes Bianca's head with a pompous look on her face, smiling prankily, "Good woman, I won't cry," she said.

"Dear Bianca, It's" The Spirit's Beloved Son ". Really?

That being said, at the end of the day he was tilted in the neck, Bianca drew her lips and tied them all the way.

Powerful, words, as if to tell the truth that no man can see.

"... yes,"

I am not a "spiritual beloved" or anything like that.

But if she says so, let's make an effort to be able to play it. As the First Empress, as the girl's sister, so that the gaze of vision can be turned from everyone.

Leo let down his sigh inside as he glimpsed at Bianca, who cemented his grievous resolve.

(Ha.... After all, the spirits won't even show up in these sober money-guarding chants)

When my surroundings glowed earlier, I actually was a discouraged Leo, just expecting spiritual power from me too.

But if I were a golden spirit, I still think I'd show up before the prayers of a blonde celebrity beauty than the prayers of a black-haired money-keeper.

Because that would make me feel better, and I'm sure the donations and offerings would be extravagant. And that would be the same thing, even for the Spirit of Light.

(It's intelligent, but you know what, the world)

In that regard, Bianca is an amazing person with gold coin colored hair, magic and spiritual powers.

(Ma, I'm a crybaby enough to make a loud apology just because I could summon the Spirit myself. But after all, Bianca does all kinds of things to me all the time, she's a virtuous person)

Compassion is not for people.

After all, I guess it takes good deeds to be loved by the Spirit.

Nevertheless, the answer is no when it comes to being able to luxury things to someone every day in order to summon a non-money-changeable spirit.

Leo, who cut himself short of spiritual power early, was still familiar with the world - again determined to throw himself into the formation and water business when it hit him, and began to think busily.

The students left, completely unpopular, the diocese.

Time for the sunset to be gradually replaced by darkness, there was a man with his legs hooked to the bench in front of him behaving badly, arms behind his head and also leaning back into his seat.

The nostrils through sharp eyes, the deep sides of the carvings, remind me somewhat of the raptors - Gustav.

He caught his cuffs in slow motion and pulled out a bulk of bulk and paper from between their loose fabrics when he noticed that the clams and paper made noise when he reassembled his arms.

Light peach, or fine white, or floral.

It is all a "letter of love" pushed by the girls students.

Those letters with luxury and taste, but Gustav doesn't give a damn.

For him, a knight in the floral profession, eating such an approach was a daily tea meal, not something that moved the mind.

Finally, from his full experience of adult rushing, he was only the object of bitter laughter or ridicule, such as an invitation from a student who did not leave the realm of a young girl.

Nevertheless, noble ladies, even if they rot with them.

Even though the invitation itself is like a toy game, it will be troublesome later if you refuse without permission. And also that they are pressing forcefully to use that fact as a weapon.

"Hmm, cumbersome"

Even at an early age, he is a fine "nobleman" with whom he has applied his true nature with white powder and deception.

Gustav distorted his licence with a white-colored thought that "a pious and silent apprentice" could be heard and bewitched, recalling a person from the idea.

Many shrug with no one, shaking their legs hooked on the back of their seats for fear.

"-... Leonora von Harkenberg. The Abnegation Virgin, hey?

What passes behind his brain is the sight he saw in his noon lecture.

Warm, but sacred light.

Indisputable signs of the Spirit of Light.

It was the supreme being that could only feel signs, even with Gustav, the Holy Knight, praiseworthy of all contemporary times.

"... I thought you were a goddamn princess..."

He swallowed the words that followed.

Leonora von Harkenberg, who is held to be the Virgin of Abnegation, the benefactor of the Prince, mainly of nobility.

But the church - which is also a statue of a girl from Saint Knight Gustav - is very different from that. You could have said the opposite.

Because the Saints secretly proceeded to investigate and uncovered Harald's conspiracy, which they were purposefully trying to plead not guilty to, dressed up to inform the public.

As a result, the Church lost more trust in the storm of Solemnity than was necessary.

The rationing of bread has ceased, the prayer to the Spirit set forth by each diocese has been interrupted, and the public is beginning to stir up a little bit of dissatisfaction and starch.

Sometimes that grievance takes the form of violence.

Gustav exhaled briefly and grabbed the paperwork he had thrown in his seat along with an earlier letter.

On the paper, shaken unbroken, you can see the letter "death notice".

In accordance with the Imperial Law, it was something that relatives had to submit when they could not find a person residing in a residence under fire, etc., for more than a month.

"Sister..."

Gustav took the other - this one carefully folded paper out of his nostalgia and pressed it against his forehead as he prayed.

The qualitative note was, by the way, staggered with letters in a woman's handwriting, seeping through tear marks.

The seal disappears on the fifth day of the snowflake month.

Two more weeks, if she can't be found, Gustav's sister - Christine - will be dead.

The letter stated that a folk who had turned into a thug with knowledge of the Church's rebellion had packed it into a diocese and worked the act of looting, cursing her, a mentor with a diocese.

And also that I no longer deserve to be a mentor when I learn to be angry, to give myself to the Spirit of Fire - that is, to throw myself into the flames, to die from myself.

In addition to that, the sister of a stranger who dared to bake and distribute bread in a borderline church while being a high-ranking mentor who was loved by the Spirit of Water and even gained the sperm of the reputable "Lady of the Lake" for being difficult.

The fact that she dies in a fire is something that the Spirit of Water would not otherwise allow.

But unlike Gustav's main elite - the Spirit of Fire - who prefers color, the Spirit of Water prefers purity.

If the Spirit of such water had killed Christine, it was...

"Damn," Gustav cursed slightly, shaking his head.

- Not yet.

It's still early.

Leonora von Harkenberg seems to be the bearer of a noble spirit, like donating a painting to the Church, or invoking the Spirit of Light, aware of his own responsibilities, indeed - and giving up his minutes to the Empress for that honor, but with it the circumstances surrounding Gustav were too complicated to accept her deeds.

Was the action she took at the time of Harald's disaster brought about by the self-evident greed of the Virgin, or was it really brought about by the sincere goodwill?

"... let me identify you."

If it's the latter, it's still good.

But if it was the former...

Gustav burned out the shaky death notice with an unconsciously evoked flame.