Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Early morning. Tear out the cold, clear air and the heavy wind-cut noise continues to sound with the bun. The sound was insane and engraved a precise rhythm. Those who have the heart will be able to see what is being done just by asking without seeing the actual sight. Repetitive actions that keep making the sound of swinging down heavy objects -

"150... 151... 152... Huh!

- That is, training by bareback.

Yongdu is now renting the Ovenil Mansion in Voldan, its front yard, to hold the sword and punch it into morning training. This has been the custom since I came to this world. When I was in Japan, I tended to skip the morning practice of the club, but now I feel different.

"One, seventy-four... one, seventy-five... one, seventy-eight... eh!

Drowny black emotions nesting in your chest. Anxiety, indignation, helplessness. In the mundane moment they behead, causing him frustration. It was hard to stay still. If I hadn't moved my body uninterruptedly and poured out my inner starch with the sweat, I would have cut it off as it was.

"189... 190... 191... Huh!

When the number of bareback strokes doesn't reach two hundred, sweat begins to creep into the boy's face. A warm body clouded the still chilly highlands coolness white. It's only been a month or so since I started this habit, but sooner or later he's running out of about a hundred or two times. If we don't get to at least five hundred, we won't get to the realm where we're tired and don't have to think about anything.

"Two, one... Two, one, two... Two, one, three... Huh!

As I kept waving my sword that way, I could gradually see the enemy standing in front of me. At one point, Fantoni, head of the Holy Knights. Little hateful squares of a big man who took his sword and fought for the first time and was beaten by Cotempan after being added or subtracted come to his attention. Once again, Elisha, the usual archaic opponent. Flashing and dancing slaughter emitted from sharp swords, I don't feel I can fathom myself no matter how many times I do it.

Towards virtual enemies in visions, Yongdu continues to roll out the same moves unchanged. Naturally, it also came to my attention that the target avoided receiving it, but I repeated it without a problem.

"First try to convince yourself of one move."

That's what Elisha once told him, who leaked his displeasure at all the repetitive exercises.

'All you need to do is build a body to wave the sword. An intrusive imitation, such as learning to rush, would be after you could put up one of the swords winds a dozen years ago. Horn to horn, keep swinging with that mold until you can say that only this blow is confident. Become a machine just to roll out that one machete'

Will a sword embedded in such a mould help in action? To Yongdu, who said so, she gave me a glimpse of Giroli.

'Don't say anything busy, boy. Nothing is more useless in action than the Biological Law. In the first place, a mould is one that allows you to perform your moves most efficiently if you move exactly as you do. In other words, it's a legacy of wisdom left behind by countless forefathers, isn't it? Fit into the mould first. Fitted, bigger in the mould, torn from the inside. It's done, and it's finally half a serving. Before you distract one person away from the mould, you should first encourage them to be about half a serving.'

Since then, Yongdu has silently continued the same type of bareback according to its words. What he chose was a punch down from the top. An image that double-cuts and cuts open the obstacle blocking the front of the eye from the sky. Slashing something black under a knife, because I felt it suited me best.

"Two, four, seven... Two, four, eight... Two, four, nine... Huh!

In the scenery that floats behind your brain, the beating out goes toward the enemy in your imagination. Fantoni, who stood like a mountain, struck it down. Elisha's dazzling punch crushes this attack from the beginning. Sometimes, the barbed opponent just opened up on his half. There is no image that works for virtual opponents as one.

But that's a lot better than in the past, too. When I was just beginning to see this phantom, I didn't know why. All the hunches of failing attacked me, and sometimes I even stopped my hand from continuing to waver. Now, we are starting to understand a little bit more about how the enemy handled it and why it didn't come through. Yeah, that wasn't half a step short of stepping in right now, or not compatible with swinging down when the other guy is in the position to say this, or once again would be fundamentally short of muscle and too slow of sword speed - I was beginning to see my shortage, and the other guy's height.

Progress has been made. That sense of reality gives Yongdu a definite motive, not just for getting tired and distracting anxiety. It's enough for me to get stronger.

"Hiccup on - Huh!?

Such a hand in his workout stopped perfectly. I stopped the sword that shook down momentum halfway, so I was pulled by inertia and stepped on it. It is still a long way from the goal of 500 times. Yet the reason I stopped shaking... was because I felt my gaze.

Someone is watching me. I felt that intuition, and he looked around when he got back on his feet. I'm not the person you're used to like Elisha, who's overseeing my training. I'm not a person who doesn't need to be put into consciousness like all the other clerics. It wasn't the same gaze that was careful not to disturb Irmaella's concentration here. If you can metaphor, a state where intelligent carnivores are targeting you from behind. An unafraid opponent, I also felt that it seemed worthy of a strong man of character.

"So, who is it!?

When I raise my rubbed voice, a man appears alone all the way out of the shade of the garden tree.

Big. He's inferior to that Fantoni, but he's a man who's worked up his whole body over his long body without a neighborhood, and he's going to be tough to look at. Look at his face, Yongdu reminds me haha about the man.

"Wow, kid. Am I interrupting?

"You were yesterday--"

He was Turius' closest samurai at yesterday's meeting, a swordsman in black who looked like an escort. On his back he bears a great two-handed sword reminiscent of the cross. I have a bitter smile on my mouth that makes me apologize for peeking, but as for this one, I feel intimidated that I would accidentally butt into its beauty.

"No, you weren't named yet. I'm Dooey Schwartzer. At one point, the head of the martial arts officer in this ovenille family, he's doing everything he can to imitate the knight. Say hello."

"Oh, oh... uh, it's Ut Jeremiah. Nice to meet you."

"I don't mind if you say so. That's easier for us to talk to each other, isn't it? This one's a former adventurer. The painful language really makes my tongue cramp."

"Ha... So, no hesitation from now on..."

In response, which was cheaper than I thought, I was confused the other way around. Even if you're familiar with a strong man to see, you're anxious to be eaten before you feel safe. It's like dating a senior in a slightly defective sports club.

The man who named himself Dooe continues the conversation, despite Yongdu's fright.

"You've been eager to arch, haven't you? I couldn't help but remember the old days. When I was a hungry ghost, that's how I never got tired of babbling."

"Really, so... Really"

"Answer. As you can see, it's an education. It's empty. I don't want to be licked by the rest of them, one day they'll be made up of him, and the archery of the sword at four or six o'clock. And because of that - but this is how it was made cheap."

In short, he remembered when he was struggling to see Yongdu.

(I don't know what to say, think about grandpa...)

Looks like he's getting old enough to look back on his youth. Look at Dooey, he looks old because of his harshness, but he'll still be in his mid-twenties. Wouldn't it be too early to hold a sentiment of old soldiers?

No, reconsider that maybe not. Even the upper classmates in the club, even though they were only two or one different years old, said something like, "When we were a year..." Perhaps it is a common habit of all ages to look back on our former self in our younger struggles.

"By the way, it's a different story, can I ask you one thing?

"What?"

"Yesterday, your husband - the Marquis called me to talk to you for a long time, but what were you talking about?"

Dooey tells me, I remember last night. The capture of the Duke of Armando gave him signs of rebellion on his territory, which he was told made it more difficult to pass there. As a result, the mission was forced to rapidly reroute over the mountains in order to make its way to Zanktogaren, where it was destined, and to stay in Vordan for the purpose of preparing for it and nourishing its English spirit. And that young marquis didn't hesitate to invite Yongdu to talk.

"... it wasn't a big deal. People just asked me a lot because race like me is rare. I don't know what place I lived, what people I had, how about food..."

I recall being blamed for root-digging leaf digging and questioning for hours, and say it as a pioneer. I really came to that one. Somehow I don't care about Turius. It is also tantamount to torture, such as keeping talking for a long time in the same room as such an opponent. I tried to metaphorically tell Omake about Japan so that people in this world could understand it.

'Oh, you don't have to force me to add a translation. I'll verify it later on over here, so you can tell me what's over there in your words.'

and so on. Honestly, I don't feel good about being wasted on caring. I wasn't a pleasant opponent from the beginning.

Turius was also unusually interested in Yongdu's belongings. It is remembered that ever since I came to this world, I have been reluctantly and enthusiastically researching mobile devices that had been silent without charge. [DITECT] Something like that hangs up, let alone tries to break it down on its own... As for Yongdu, who wants to return to the original world somehow, he was likely to destroy the important items he plans to use even after his return, and didn't care.

and

"- I don't know, they even asked me about the year."

"The year, huh?

"The fact that we lived on a different land from this continent meant that the culture would be different. Something about how people from different continents are interested in counting their years."

When I taught him this year's issue in A.D., I was concerned that he gave me a strangely convincing look after a finger-fold counting trick. Even though I asked him what he meant, he didn't seem to be willing to answer.

In retrospect. When the item dropped that it was time to get tired, Doue's big hand banged him on the shoulder. He's going to be comforting.

"I don't know what it is, but it was a disaster, kid. It was tough, that son of a bitch."

"Oh, I'm really tired... is that good? About the man you're serving, say it that way."

"Normally, I don't know if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea for me and him. He's a tying man, but he's not tying his mouth to save him at least..."

It was the expression I could see that I was disgusted. Apparently, that man named Turius is not a very worthy Lord to serve even from his men's point of view.

"Evil, it stinks in the morning. I don't know what to say, but shall we go out with the archery?

Suddenly, Dooey offers to do that. As for myself being interrupted by talking from the side, it is a thankful story. Even if I waved the same sword, it would be helpful if I had the advice of an experienced swordsman, and it was fascinating to see more different types of swordsman moves.

"... is that good?

"Oh. I was inspired by the kid, too. I mean, I remembered my beginnings. He apologized for interrupting and thanked me.... Here, set it up. I'll rub it all in."

The black-clad man pulls out his two-handed sword on his back as he says. My heart pounded to the brilliance of reflecting on the guillari and the morning sun.

"Serious game, huh?

Normally, I only use mock-up swords for practice that are pulled with a blade, and they have never been used. It was my first experience of being poked at the blade of a stripper.

He then drops his eyes on the long sword he puts into his own hands. It was bought from Ilmaella for protection on this journey. A weapon that can actually be used - that is, this one is also serious.

One wrong hand and one dies. No, if we do poorly, we could both fall in consultation. Dooe grinned niggardly at him for fear of the possibility.

"Relieved. I'm gonna do the proper inching, and it's not like I'm gonna get slashed by a chick."

Until then, I couldn't even back down Yongdu.

He's wearing armor, albeit lighter.

In case your sword hits you more than your opponent has protective gear, that's not going to be so catastrophic. If you think so, you'll be ready.

"Well, avoid it properly, will you? I'm not proud of you, but I can't stop you yet."

When I say with my long sword in my blue eyes, the man with the opposing two-handed sword deepens his grin.

"Ha! It's ten years early to think about things. … come."

... ripped the morning air and sounded the bumping tones between the blade gold.

"But you're here. I didn't know you'd be eating a week's pause to prepare for the mountain crossing."

Guestrooms at the Ovenil Mansion after breakfast. Elisha was pushing herself into Ilmaella's staying room. It is a woman to woman, and most importantly, Omnia, no, there is no way in the continent to leave a dignitary of a finger in this house - the territory of Turius - alone.

The other guard, Yongdu, was there for a post-training break and meal as well, going down to the city with the men of the mission to go around buying out essentials. I'd love to pack him in the same room if I could and protect him both together, but his current public identity is the lower end of this bunch with Irmaella's caregiver. The current situation is that I can't handle VIP if I want to.

For once, just a thief won't be able to take a step back, and he's always ordered you to act with other personnel.... and in case you use someone else as a shield but come back for a run.

(I cooled my liver when I suddenly started to see that [two-handed sword], but it didn't get to the point where I needed to stop it and it was above all)

Remember the time of your wake-up workout and leak your sighs. Dooe Schwarzer is the man who made him a former B-rank adventurer and bombed his martial name in the Voldan battle, and the notorious [man-eater snake] Turius Shrounan Ovenil skull, also one of them. I didn't think Yongdu would seriously start a game with one another on such an opponent. During 46 o'clock on the big man, he shunned to accompany the overprotections, even if he was sick, and the outfit behind him was retained to keep an eye on him in the distance.

Fortunately, I'm glad that nothing happened, but I don't care if there's any harm done to Yongdu over there. Even though he is, for some reason, attracting that Turius interest. I don't want to think that boulders call me a brave man, but he's the man who slaughtered a large number of slaves for research. Maybe it wasn't surprising that I wanted to dissect what was going on with my interracial body, etc.

(Spend a week in the territory of an unafraid opponent. There are two escorts this way to Omake. Don't be discouraged just thinking about it......)

For those in charge of protection, it is a nightmare. If you could at least make it public that Yongdu is a brave man, you could also protect him by putting him together with Irmaella. But the status quo does not allow politics to do so. In addition, it even has a cumbersome tie: don't even divulge that Elisha knows who Yongdu is. Fantoni whipped him, and Elisha took on the role of candy to train him, saying that it would be more convenient for her to play "A Good Will Collaborator Who Knows Nothing". To be clear, it is an emergency right now, so I just want to throw away such extra conditions.

I didn't want to go through Voldan or anything, even if I didn't know it would be such a feather... but there was a reason I had to take the route through here. Whether it's over the mountains or an advance route from the east to the north of the kingdom, it's the shortest way through Omnia. It's like shouting out loud at Turius that there's something to include if you're going to deliberately remove it. It is only a source of problems, even if it gives the allied aristocracy a glimpse of distrust. In short, politics.

(I couldn't even ask under Fantoni for all this.)

Elisha is also talking about the kingdom's - no, the Lavalle and Turius' - darkness to Fantoni, who revealed the secrets of the valiant summons in anticipation of himself. It was Cardinal Calandra, who led the alliance, who was deeply connected to Lavalle in his lifetime. but now he didn't see the late old schemer as the one with enough bullies. The suicide note to her handed to Elisha when she left the country also said that she would eventually be left to her, but that Fantoni would be reasonable if it were to be organized.

(It's called throwing me in the front line of Voldan, that grandfather says impotent too)

Collaborate with Omnia to stop Turius, the kingdom's greatest inner worry. Nothing needs to make Omnia attack Voldan. Then things get too big. Use the teachings of the Holy Kings to determine the dark part behind that man. Not in Kalandra. The array is too short to be used as a handkerchief. If you are encroached on the land because of your desire for artifacts, you should use Fantoni, which is clean and ringing at the end of the fall.

If it is alive, it is still so, even after death.

It's called Lavalle and a good Fantoni, at all, why bother my own head. Isn't it Alfred's role to be crisp to be shaken unscrupulous from above? Or are you telling me that the punishment that came with him scattered has now come around? Elisha takes that half seriously.

Shake off reckless thoughts that don't even seem to, and restore consciousness to the person in front of you.

"You will also have trouble without fulfilling your role inside, Lord Irmaella"

"Yeah, yeah. Right..."

Ilmaella, who was told the story, sends a raw reply like the sky halfway up. She's been at this rate ever since yesterday's meeting with Turius. He delayed every thought with a contemplative look and kept bothering me. I guess I was overtold by Turius regarding the issue of slavery in the state of Voldan. Somehow she was struck by the gap between the ideals of the Holy Kingdoms that she continued to grow in the Church of Omnia and the reality that was playing out outside it in a way that was no more.

It is a teenage girl, so to speak, who has a charisma of rare power and beauty. Beautiful things don't just turn around. I see myself in front of an actual society and being rather frustrated by helplessness.

When this happens, the sense of accomplishment that accomplished something, the ideals that you hold and your power are not worthless, you will need an experience that makes you feel that way. Otherwise, we'll have to break it. It's a compromise on reality. but the trouble is that Yongdu and Irmaella are not in a position to be allowed to do so. The girl is a priestess responsible for the expectations of the Holy King, who preaches and conducts ideals to the people. Because every hundred years a boy is a savior who embodies the ideal of fighting to save one brave man, people in distress.

"If we're going to recommend a halt to the civil war, we can cross the border early if we do it in Al Qaeda."

I'll say that in a half nasty way. It is the stance of the Holy Kingship that does not want the world to have enough darkness to revive the Demon King because of the disturbance in its hearts. This dispatch to Zanktogaren is also part of it. Then the signs of civil unrest emanating from Lord Armando's captivity - at this stage the public announcement has not reached the province - can also be calmed by boarding the King's Capital and becoming Armando. Finally, you can get out of the danger zone of Voldan and so on quickly, so wish or fulfill it.

but Irmaella shook her neck sideways powerless.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that.... We are only messengers for Zanktogaren. We don't have the right to negotiate with Al Qaeda..."

This recommendation for peace to the Kingdom of Alquerque is stuffed in the King's Capital. It becomes the archbishop who assumes the role of ambassador in other countries, and the task of being a separate messenger in charge of this country. It is not given to the daughter of the Cardinal as Irmaella, who is in the priesthood, such as the privilege of being able to interfere in internal affairs against signs of disturbance without forgiveness from her own country. They couldn't get their hands on the problem.

"Oh my goodness. So until a week after we can cross the mountain, are we caged here for adults? You're going to be confused."

It doesn't fit Elisha's temper to be locked indoors, and it's sick to keep holding escorts in the possession of dangerous people. It's a double meaning.

"... no, you can't do that"

Suddenly, Irmaella says that.

"No, what?

"Do nothing here, keep closing the cage."

That's how she gets up. Keep your troubles, and still scratch to exchange something.

(Hmm, this is... maybe a woman with a surprisingly strong core)

Oh, come on, buddy. I was just hoping you wouldn't want me to keep holding your head. From a guardianship point of view, it is easier for me to stay in one place, but it is also inconvenient for the spirit to come before the physical danger. Sometimes this mansion is a troublesome danger anyway. So if you move somewhat, but you stay by your side, there will be no problem. When Elisha made that decision, she happily decided to go along with her.

What Irmaella headed for was a farm that spread near the city. That scene where many slaves are subjected to harsh labor, where she tries to do at least what she can.

"… [Wide heel]"

Two hands organized in the form of prayer. The warm light that overflows from it spreads around and pours down on the crowds. He who was whipped, he who was beaten and swollen his cheeks, he who was walking with his legs painfully drawn, all his wounds wiped off the dirt with a cloth, disappeared. She is healing her slaves.

"Oh...!?

"Did the pain go away?

"Shh, awesome!

The healed slaves raise their joy that they have been temporarily freed from suffering. Then, me and the rest of the wounded and sick came stuck together. This farm alone has dozens more who need healing.

"Oh, heal me too! I lost my shoulder when I was hit before this."

"One eye is crushed, please make sure you can see it back!?

"The wound is pus and the fever doesn't go down...... help me quickly......!

"... Ha ha. As long as my strength continues, I will heal your wounds."

The nearby ones, all unclean slaves, tarnished with old and crude clothes. Yet she leans aside without one disgusting face, calling, sometimes touching, and continuing to hang the magic of recovery. Again and again, to many, many.

A fields completely transformed into an impromptu treatment area. It is the peasants who should own the slaves who stand around them and watch them farther afield.

"Heck... you're nice to the slaves, Ni. He said he was still in the middle of work."

"The Omnians are... allies, but they didn't do anything here last year in the war."

"Why are you treating the savage Zanktogaren?"

It was just such dissatisfaction to leak into my mouth. I will not stand up and raise my hand to a ni monk who seems to be a higher priest than I am a holy king. But still the outrage lingers. How can slavery be allowed to come to the secret of healing, which is God's grace? Aren't those slaves, in the first place, sinful enemies who originally came to war? Why would an ally who didn't help themselves at the heart of the matter help them? I can see hot, sticky black emotions like boiled mud gushing around me.

Eventually, after completing a stretch of treatment, Irmaella turned next to such peasants.

"Gentlemen."

"Ooh...?

I didn't raise my voice. But it is the word of a powerful cleric who has never healed a patient who could only reach a hundred if he did dozens or worse. The crowd uniformly retreated half a step, as if slightly frightened.

"... First of all, as an omnian priest in the middle of an alliance with your country, I apologize for not being sufficiently forthcoming in last year's war disaster. I'm really, really sorry."

She said so, kneeling down on the soil of the field and drooling her neck. I don't mind my hands and feet getting dirty with mud on my ni monk's clothing hem. The people were upset again. Though they did an unhappy deed of rewarding the slaves generously, thankful priests are bowing their heads to themselves. I guess we felt disrespectful about the sight.

"Oh, the..."

"Or give me a break! If it's rumored that you let a virtuous man imitate you like this, we'll..."

"Will you accept my apology?

"- I'll take it! I'll take it! Hey, what!?

"Ahhh!... as I did when I was your lord last year, but this is the same threat."

"Shit! Don't say anything unpunished!

"... good. Thank you, gentlemen."

Irmaella looks up and exhales ho. Out of heartfelt relief, or my mouth was broken into a slight grin.

(If you're after him, he's a big actor... this would be mostly natural)

Elisha, who was accompanying me, holds that sentiment. Unlike anyone here, Irmaella is the same as a greenhouse-raised lady. Regardless, there would have been a commensurate struggle as the bearer of a position incompatible with youth, but it is also a sincerely wrapped in faith and doctrine. It would be scarce enough experience to do a ventriloquist play.

"And I have one favor for you all"

Then she says so. The peasants turned again. Now what, are you telling me to let the slaves go? There was such a danger in their faces that they didn't have to put it in their mouths.

"Please give a little attention to the people who work as slaves"

"Huh?"

The crowd uniformly rounds their mouths to disprove. It would have been a lighter but harder request to accept than expected. Let the enemies work as their own hands and feet, and if they get angry, they abuse them as they please. That's what they think that's the form of reward we can give ourselves for being exposed to harsh aggression. I wouldn't want to be as gracious as a hair tip, such as caring.

Ilmaella continues to lay down her long lashes softly to their reaction.

"I'm not saying that vengeance creates anything, etc. For once our Lord the Holy King also took his sword out of his righteousness against demons who abused people. But this is what he says." How much is it worth to avenge yourself for being poor and even poor? The act of hurting a man while clouding his eyes with anger will make his heart poor and keep himself away from the light of heaven '. "

The word was of Ascension - how many chapters and verses? Elisha had completely forgotten.

"I'm not asking you to abandon your anger. I'm not even asking you to forgive me right now. I just want you to indulge in just a little bit before you act emotionally. I just want you to think about it for a moment. Whether the deed is really necessary to live better now and make life better and more complete. And can't we really forgive those who can be in front of us for life? … that's all I want"

"Ugh..."

"Okay, I'll think about it..."

Irmaella smiled, leaking her relieved breath, at the people who said so like she was under pressure.

"Thank you, gentlemen. May the light descend from heaven be with you."

That is how we conclude the discourse with the words of prayer.

... Eventually, the peasants began ordering the slaves to resume the farming work that was halfway there. As far as I can see, there is no one to be beaten or whipped, or a female slave drawn into the shadows. Looks like the baggage we can afford has been made lighter than ever. The treatment of the slaves had certainly improved.

At least, now.

"Sir Barbastol, shall we proceed to the next farmland?"

"I don't mind that, but can I ask you one thing?

Go ahead, and the woman asks for the girl who prompts you not to hesitate.

"They seem willing to keep your preached teachings now, but I wonder how much they think they will have"

The peasants, as Irmaella told them, have now stopped abusing slaves for no reason. But what happens if she leaves here? Maybe in a few days I'll forget what they said to me Kellogg and start abusing me the way I've always been. No, if we don't see ourselves for a second, we may even flip a foreword as soon as possible. Humans are lying creatures, and they have more depth in their work than they can forget resentment. There is no such thing as a person who could have abandoned the war grudge with one thankful theory, and on the contrary, there are many who do not hesitate to harm others, if only for a reason, but are happy to do so.

Now Elisha herself, touching her teachings in the Holy Land of Omnia, is not tempered to prefer battle. A peasant who has just been preached or something like that.

"Even for the healed slaves, yes. I am happy with that now. But I don't know if I can imagine thinking this over time." Why didn't that nigger let himself go? "

Satisfaction is difficult inside. Even if one favor is received, one begins to ask for a new and different application. Especially if the current situation is full of dissatisfaction. If you were a slave, you would have been freed from this bottom line identity. That would be my biggest wish. Sometimes I may turn my muscular dissatisfaction to her for not being able to get my hands on it. No, there are a large number of people in Elisha's view who think so. Leaving ourselves under shackles, saying what is the teachings of the Holy King? The only hypocrisy I want to see is a good boy. Those who begin to bark so do not appear far away. Are you prepared for what seems to be the case with someone who has reached out for salvation?

Irmaella quietly opens her mouth to the question of having conceived that intention.

"I don't know."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think of those who have heard my wishes, those who have been healed by me? You can't know without God, and you won't be allowed to decide. So I don't know."

You can't manipulate people's minds in any way you want, and even if you can, you shouldn't. That's why she says she can't answer.

However,

"I don't know, I believe. That today, out of those who have heard my words, those who have saved themselves of your own free will, have changed their deeds, and will show up on a good path. Believe first before you doubt.... That's the least I can do, and I have to do it. And that's what I want to do."

Ilmaella went on to do so. Proudly, not. I squeeze out the answers that I can still give to myself right now, interrupted and shaken in vain.

"Maybe not enough for once today, huh?

"Okay, I'll repeat it as many times as I want"

"Sometimes I get betrayed every time"

"No matter how many times you've been betrayed, you'll go on"

"That word may not reach you after a lifetime of hanging"

"It's a existence where you bet your whole life more than your ex and keep raising your voice. But when it doesn't... do you apologize to the Lord for your weakness?"

Whenever she answers, she makes her expression anxious, but she does not injustice her will.

Nevertheless, what a sweet word. While it continues to be suggested that those who hear the words may deceive and betray themselves, they still believe, continue to preach, etc. Separating enemies and allies from each other is an idea that Elisha of a sexual nature is unlikely to familiarize herself with.

But still...

"... is this insufficient to answer your question, Sir Barbastol?

Elisha.

"Yes?"

"Yes, you don't have to behave others. From now on, you can just call me by name."

- Still, I don't hate people who flaunt their beliefs while not relying on them in detail. More sexually appropriate and believable than those who stand around hiding the truth. So Elisha thought it would be good enough to allow the name to be called on the mark of that assessment.

"I'm in awe. So, from now on, with Elisha. Call me Irma, too."

"Uhm. So good...... then we're going next or Irma. If you don't mind the rest of your powers, can I help you from now on?

"Yeah, I still have a lot of room, but thank you, Elisha, just in case."

In a week's time, we'll cross the mountain. I don't want to be difficult for you to exhaust your powers at that time. That's what I was afraid of, but based on Irmaella's condition, he seems to have enough spare time. The boulder is sometimes just called the Virgin.

Yes, I'm only staying here for a week. She's trying to do everything she can in the meantime. I don't know how much that would do people good. It may not be a big deal. but the way the younger girl tried to accomplish things was a refreshing reflection in her eyes.

"You still can't stay locked up. The reward doesn't suit me, like sleeping and waiting."

"? What is it?

"Never mind. I'm talking to myself."

Say, walk out ahead to lead the way.

The sky was blue and clear. The ground was spreading green. A landscape full of heartwarming hope. Even if there was a place ahead where people's businesses would swirl, only now can we honestly enjoy the view of the future.

... If so, I wish.

"Hmm? That 's--"

I can see a walking shadow from the outskirts of cultivated land, out of the gates of the city of Vordan. If I stared, it was a face I knew.

"... Dear Yout?

Ilmaella also notices. It's Yongdu over there. The boy, who should have been on his way to buy out, preparing to take the mountain path with the clerics of the mission, is on his way to the Ovenil mansion alone.

"He is. I told you not to act alone... let's go"

"Ah, yes!

The two of us rush to him. Sometimes security around here is not good, not soon after the war. Plus, it's the nostalgia of someone who doesn't know what they're going to do. We'll have to rendezvous quickly and question the circumstances.

After all, Yongdu was able to catch up quickly. Walking is slow as if you are exhausted and don't rely on your footsteps as if you are trembling. There was no reason to lose sight of it.

"Boy. Why are you walking alone? What happened to the other priests?

I don't know how hard my voice is to be alone when someone breaks my word. So you finally noticed this way, Yongdu still cursorily raised his face. He looked terrible. She fades like she lost her blood, and then continues to bleed from her lips, scratching whether she chewed it off with her teeth. Her eyes are red, but there are no signs of tears.... It was an expression of unproductive anger.

"Yu, Master Yut!? You bleed and got hurt somewhere!?

…… Mr. Elisha. "

The boy says, ignoring the girl who has rushed over to utter nature. Instead, he even paid off his outstretched hand to dislike the obscenities.

"What happened to them...?

"... oh. I told you not to be alone because it's dangerous. If you get caught up in a rub, you can use them as a shield."

"... they're playing."

Elisha the boulder also eats the answer I didn't expect.

You think I'm playing? In the middle of official business, accidentally rescheduled and busy?... no matter how corrupt, even if there is a clergyman?

Yongdu continued with Bosoboso.

"It was the tavern first. Don't even look at arranging a new carriage for over the mountain.... because wine is God's blood, it is also in virtuous deeds to dry it. It starts in the middle of the day, right? Can you believe it? I thought so, now it's a woman. He said with a laugh to the woman who came to me with a voice on the way over drinking, stretching her under her nose, asking me to grace her with gold. Now that I have been given a charity and my nostrils are warm, shall I give charity to the underprivileged? You say that with your hands around your ass..."

……

"I thought so, one drunk went outside. So, I was talking to the kid who was sitting on the side of the road. I thought you were going to do something while you said you were going to grace the money again, but you weren't.... I grabbed my hair and tried to get him into the alley around here. Oh, my God, to such a little girl. I hit him because I came to his head. The guys who were drinking for me at the tavern, they punched him, too. Then the soldiers of the city came and called out that the yellow interracial had harmed the priest or something."

"Okay. That's good enough."

"- I should have been watching, those soldiers! The shitty boys drank it from day to day and tried to do that to a woman and even a child! 'Cause they even had them! From midday, in the same tavern, soldiers! That's not all, that's not all! What do you think the child you were supposed to help said first? Don't do anything extra,' cause! I was wondering if you might give me some money after this! There's no way!? You know what's gonna happen. I can't help it."

"So, that's good enough!

Drink it and shut it up. Sometimes I didn't feel right listening, but more than anything else, I was forced to keep telling him. Yongdu's words are the same as spitting blood. Corruption of clerics and security mechanisms. The scars of war are also vivid. The current state of the city of Voldan. I'm just hurting myself by experiencing the shock I got from them.

The boy collapsed onto the road like he couldn't stand it anymore. He is finally zeroing the tears he has forgotten to shed from his eyes as he bites his teeth tight.

The boy who had been called to another world and had been beaten to death and had tasted disappointment every time, was again being tasted a new bottom and cried.

Irmaella seemed unable to move. She also seems deeply shocked that her father's chosen envoy, whose face presents no such depravity.

Eventually, he leans down and zeroes.

"... hey, Elisha"

"What?"

"Is it worth saving in a world like this...?

A brave man who fights the resurrected demon king and saves the world. With such a mission, he threw up wondering if it was worth it, with eyes that seemed to want someone to save him.

"... unfortunately, that's not the question I can answer"

Say it, and look at Irmaella, who stands flaunted. The Virgin who leans on the brave. Or a little girl who had just betrayed her thoughts by a buddy who believed in the same teachings when she finally took a step. She is speechless from her warring lips. To the heartbreak of a boy who even summoned over the world, as he worried about what he, the tenacity, could say.

It was still going to take a while until a definitive answer came to the new question.

Ovenil Mansion on the outskirts of the city of Voldan. In the clerk's office of the lonely hall, which he plans to destroy during the year, Turius was still listening to the words of his faithful servant.

"- That's the backdrop to the disturbances that took place today in the city of Vordan."

Uni, who serves beside his husband's desk, says so and concludes the report.

Brawl disturbances caused by a boy from the mission who named himself Ut Jeremiah. Rubel, who was listening aside to the details, rubs his temples like a headache. A corrupt cleric trying to buy a drunk woman from daytime, even trying to get her hands on a young child. A policeman who was tubular wrapped in the same tavern without even blaming it. It is an unpleasant topic for bureaucrats who take any of them and deposit their internal affairs throughout the territory.

The thoughts of Turius, who was listening to it,

"Huh? Well, haven't Voldan's security improved considerably?

That's all.

It may be an odd statement, but I haven't said anything wrong. In fact, the city during the war was a refugee, so the crime rate is not today's ratio, and the same thing happened to people who were blurred from the devastated countryside shortly after the harmony. Turius' adopted policy of reconstruction through slave bulk scattering has not improved territorial security from the worst to the level of "bad" utterances. I'm sure it's not a complimented story.

The cleric's lack of morality is not what this one found out. They are only customers, it would be the Empire of Omnia, where they come from, that must take measures. I would be troubled if the church in the territory had similar arrangements... but we should take proper measures then. In this master-like way.

"But you can't have soldiers skipping. I just need to get my hands on this place somehow. If you want to educate me, you need to replace it with someone who can use it."

How do you educate or replace it? It would be wild to hear that. Because the answer is clear without asking. Neither does Rubel, of course, ask futile questions.

"Oh, I don't think I need to tell you, but his arrangement to rub..."

"Yes, we have ordered the stuffing people to disarm it already. He said he couldn't follow the slave's instructions, so he had to sniff his nose to convince him."

"- Boulder Uni, work fast. But do you also say nose drops about perfume?

"One way or another, you're close to right that I was confused by the colored incense."

"You're good, Sir Rubert.... than that, sir, are you sure?

A well-made maid asks the Lord as she relays the joke.

"If I had, it would have been possible to secure the boy."

As the word goes, Uni was tailing a boy named Yout today. It's just a by-product of what happened in the city, the reports and the aftermath. He was a subject his husband had been putting in for a long time, even from Rubert's point of view. Evidence of this is that they invite you to the room to listen - even give permission to Elisha, who came with you for some reason, to enter the room - and let you watch her with as many hand tags as Uni. If you're so interested, I don't think it's strange that you should be kidnapped and sent to Marlan's lab by now.

"... I'll still let him swim. If my predictions are certain, they'll work better as insurance."

"Are you on your left?"

The maid pulls back convincingly with that, but as a rubber, it was an insufficient answer. Though a flying small-time user if blown, I was horrified not to get my hands on the emissary from Omnia. As such, when such a person is deeply tempted by the fact that it is also of interest to Turius and even more useful for insurance, I am concerned about rejection.

"Buy it a lot higher. But what's it worth to that boy?

"I won't tell you. It's not definitive yet, and just in case you don't want to leak it outside."

"My lord, you don't have to wear that much."

"You know, Rubel. I don't wear it because I need to. [M] Otherwise, we're just talking. I can't help but talk about this uncertainty and confuse you. It has nothing to do with the job of an internal affairs officer, and there's no need to wash that boy around intelligence. You'll never get the back."

The boulder rubber was also muddled. Says there's nothing I can do to confuse you, but I'm still confused enough. Besides, what do you mean you can't take the back with intelligence? In the field of information, Rubel is paying particular attention. It was like openly rotting my soul entrance's self-confidence.

"That's not true. He seems to be from another continent, but still he must have come to this continent by boat, right? If you hear from ports everywhere, especially around Canales, there's always something to know."

"... I think it's sloppy from there"

Turius shrugged his shoulders. What the hell? I know very well that the master who brainwashed himself is an unexplained man, but this time he is extreme. Don't ever try to show a piece of key information in a secret box. If it was a handkerchief who could not modify his brain and treason, and drooling words that would have made him want to block his ears, it seems to be the exception when it comes to that boy named Euto. The only translating face is the oldest slave to the Lord's letter... but it is impossible for this woman to divulge information against her husband's will. It is a gift.

"More than that, you have a job to do now. You're making me work hard every day, so why don't you start by working for yourself?

"... well, that would be good. No matter how much you ask, it's useless anyway. It's a waste of your loathing."

"If you know what I mean, why don't you be cautious from all that futility?"

"I say terrible things to the chief maid.... I know, about your visit to Elpis-Roane, right? But is it okay to go at this time of year? In a moment, the Duke of Armando may revolt and order His Excellency to suppress it."

"Viktor said there was no problem. I overdid it last year. If there is a revolt, it will be the others who will take the lead in order to balance power. Ning Lo, please hold onto the other side so we don't jump into adjacent new territory."

Good then. It is a good opportunity to retighten the increased new territory and bring it under full rule. I will wave this arm fully as the bi-perfection of the nascent Ovenil family that ascended to the Marquis. … although I don't feel that I have been well flushed on the topic ahead.

"As for the specific carriage, please check your documents - I'll change the story, but it's about the example plan."

What Rubel said was a big operation that Turius was planning by mobilizing the Opus series. It's a big operation to take away time for research, to slap a difficult enemy. It's called the scale and the impact on the good neighborhood, the plan to call for the tragedy of the battle of Vordan if it was the great fire or the bad fire of Wang Du last year.

"There's movement on Armando territory, and it's aborted - no, why can't it be postponed? I was wondering if the impact would be too opaque in the current situation."

"What are you talking about, Rubel? That's why you do it."

Turius' answer was still unshakeable.

If the situation is disturbing, it must be done further. Because there are obstacles there. Because there are those who hinder research into immortality. Because we have enemies. Because there are people who threaten this life that I never want to lose.

So, such a guy disappeared from the world, and his eyes, which dwelt in a different glow, spoke more plainly than words.

Gokuri and throat ringing.

(But isn't this... a little less like your Excellency?

To the best of Rubel's knowledge, the person that Turius attacks is basically the subject of research to be held back, or else the person he beats from the other side. Linus, Kartan, the Zanktogaren army, and Lavalle. They all inspire Turius' defensive instincts and call for harsh retribution because he has set them up earlier. But not this time. Just because it's a threat, we're about to launch a pre-emptive strike here.

It may indeed be a precaution to pick future dangers, but nevertheless...... it is only awkward. What is the cause of this change?

Still, if we get this far, there's no denying Rubel. My mind as an official acknowledges the usefulness of any measure, however slightly threatened. For there is no complaining about the plan itself, so as to jeopardize the change in the Lord's policy.

So he kept it to say:

"What do you think, Chief Maid?

Unleash a willingness to confirm towards his trusty pawn, not the Lord.

Though I expected more than half of the answers to return.

"As your husband wishes"

Look, I knew it. Rubel sighed in a small way at the answer without any blurring.