Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

A silver cup poured with holy water was placed on a marble pedestal. I stood before it resolutely, turning the sleeve of my robe.

"Be the watchman of the world, ruler of reason. Your servant, Alonda Lisea, is at your service. Let the new power come into your hands, and the brave."

When Mr. Alonda chants his congratulations softly, the holy water begins to shine white.

……

Breathe loudly and exhale slowly. It is the first time in years that I have received this ritual of baptism, since I first received it. At that time the colour of the holy water remained intact, and a fairy appeared from a white ticcarodecca that blossomed only one, sneaking ears at my way forward.

It had been a long time since then, and my memory, which was sometimes nervous and originally thin, had faded even further, and I couldn't remember even trying to remember what it was then.

But now, standing in front of the silver cup like this, the memory of the time comes back to mind as if it were yesterday. I can remember nervously from the palm of my hand to the sweating. I wonder what the fairy who gave me ear punches is doing now. Will you show up to me again? Will you remember me?

I dipped my hands in holy water as everyone watched, thinking about such an untouched thing.

A number of ripples are created on the surface that was flat, and it quiets down. The colour of the holy water remains white......

No, the color, it's starting to change. From innocent white to... green.

"Oh... have you changed? Sa, Sarah, at Iris' disposal, you see!?"

"Ha, yes... gradually, green... ah, so..."

From gentle green to yellow.

"Liar...... look, you...... The colour of holy water keeps... changing..."

From bright yellow... to orange.

"Oh, oh... I see it. But what do you mean... The Eilees... of the orange rank... no, no... no way..."

Then it changed from glowing orange to red like a fiery fire. At that moment, the church turned. There is a startling look on Mr. Alonda's face, reflecting on the quiet surface of the water, that symbolizes the twist.

But it was in there, and I regarded the fact calmly like a quiet surface of water. At least not as excited as I was when I was watching the rituals of the Toslins.

"… red… colour…. Eilees... in the red steel balls?"

Hear your father's trembling voice on his back, watching the changes that began to happen.

The ruby-like red that spreads over holy water converges. That red is the remnants of my power. Based on its condensed power, Ticcarodecca sprouts and stretches. And bud, red and beautiful Ticcarodecca Ruby blooms. That number, 25 bottles.

But this time... no, that wasn't the end of the ritual this time either.

"Look, Peach Seeds! The fairy..."

From the last flowering Ticcarodecca, a fairy appeared.

"Oh, yeah... I see it, I see it... Hey, what the hell is going on... This is unusual, I can't think..."

Unlike during the first ritual of baptism, the manifestation of fairies in the ritual after the second is rare. Rather than that, it should be something that is not normally possible outside of a trust. It is known that when the goddess Ilua's beloved cat, Gustav of Chant, manifests himself when he is entrusted, but in fact, unless it is of such serious importance as to shock the world, it is rumored that fairies often take on the role of transmitter.

Fairies fly around the wide church. Its sight, dancing with particles of light scattered in a seven-colored light coloured with stained glass, ends in a mysterious word.

"... Iris Calvafon. I am here to give you my word as a goddess, Illua."

A single flying fairy slowly descends. And it stopped in a position that looked down at me perfectly. Then starting with Mr. Alonda, Sister and all the others kneel on the spot. A fairy appears in the name of the goddess and gives her the word. That meant that the commissioning was the same, and the reaction could be taken for granted. But I couldn't move because I was soaking my hands in a silver cup and for another reason I solidified.

(That?)

When I had eyes with the fairy, I thought so.

Green hair, wheat skin. And I recognize that young grass colored dress with the frills she's putting together. Then, too, fish-eyed eyes, like symbols of their mighty character.

"Iris Calvafon. Wish me not to be my hope."

... Hope? I'm the goddess?

"That's all you have to say"

My head filled with question marks, but the only shrine the fairy spoke of was that.

"Words, I did carve them on my chest"

I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure the goddess gave me hope. If the goddess hadn't given me the Book of Magic then, I wouldn't be here right now.

If that's what the goddess says, I don't know if I can be, but I'll try my best.

"Ah, Iris Calvafon. Alonda Lisea, an Illuan cleric, recognizes you as… 25th floor in red, housing red steel balls, and declares the ceremony complete"

Aronda, who stood up, said so in silence, and my baptismal ritual was over.

It was unexpected that I gave it to the red rank, but now I can finally name it.

Give your name something to crown.