The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

43. Pure White Pottery

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The saintess swallowed her saliva while looking at the escort knight’s suddenly hardened face. She felt a little uneasy seeing him suddenly speechless. Fortunately, the Death Knight struck Esilia when she tried to open her mouth.

“Okay, but aren’t they all rumors? Certain things are accurate when you go and find out for yourself.”

Zerpied’s tone was still calm, and it made the saintess’ anxiety go away. And then, Zer Pied said another word that her saintess would make her anxiety go away.

“Ecilia, aren’t you more hungry?”

Cilia nodded her head in a more relaxed mood than before.

“Good thing, then let’s go out to buy clothes.”

The saintess’s eyes changed into circles. Those round eyes were filled with questions. Gradually, Death Knight was able to read the emotions falling from her eyes.

“Aren’t your clothes from the Central Continent? Of course, this is a port city, and no one will say anything about wearing clothes from the Central Continent, but it would be better to wear clothes usually worn in the Eastern Continent to be less noticeable.”

At that reasonable point, the saintess smiled and shook her head. After the Death Knight and the saintess packed their belongings, they left the inn. When I came out of the inn, the warm energy I felt at the window hit me. It wasn’t just a figurative meaning. In fact, the street was quite warm.

As befits a port city, there were rows of eateries for sailors. Continents of the world The central continent, the largest of its kind, possessed a mixture of all kinds of characteristics befitting its size. However, Ehardo of the Eastern Continent, unlike the Central Continent, maintained some of the unique characteristics of the Eastern Continent.

As evidence of that, the saintess was walking down the street and looking at eateries that double as taverns that smoke non-stop. She was a port city, so even in broad daylight, sailors who had just finished work were sitting in groups of threes and fives, drinking. The bottle they drink is very unusual. The surface was smooth like a glass bottle, but opaque. The Death Knight said to the saintess who was watching it carefully.

“It’s a pottery wine bottle.”

“Do you make wine bottles out of ceramics? Wasn’t that just used as a pouring cup or something?”

Celia recalled the teal-tinged porcelain cup she used to drink her tea at in her cathedral. At the same time, she recalled an explanation that she had said had been made by a famous artisan from the Eastern Continent. Of course, she was so precious that she had hardly ever used it, except for tea with the Patriarch and Mr. Avent.

“In addition to a wine bottle, I use it a lot as a glass or a vase. Strange, where you were there weren’t many pottery items? If it were you, you might have seen it quite a bit.”

“Four times? I guess I’ve seen that. There was a teacup made of porcelain.

Death Knight nodded her head and tried to move her steps. But he couldn’t. Because his lady didn’t move like she was nailed. The Death Knight called her saintess by her pseudonym.

“Gemini?”

The gaze of the saintess was fixed on one place. There was a storage container made of wood, and hot steam was blooming there. A savory smell wafted along with the smoke. As the smoke clears, what was inside the container was revealed.

It was several loaves like white bread. The store owner took the chunk out of the container and put it on a plate. The owner brought it to two sailors who were drinking at the same table. Sailors held them in their big hands and chewed them.

A small piece of meat fell from within the lump. The saintess did not take her eyes off her while watching the scene. Death Knight also said while watching it together.

“It’s dumplings, bread stuffed with meat.”

He blinked once. Old memories crawled into his head unexpectedly.

‘… I liked witches too.’

– Knock.

At that moment, I heard a sound so clear that I thought I had heard it wrong. The Death Knight blinked vainly in her eyes and moved her head timidly toward the source of her sound. The saintess, the protagonist of the sound, caught his gaze with trembling eyes. Death Knight did not think that he would ask the question he had just asked again in less than an hour.

“… Gemini, are you hungry?”

Esilia’s head shook vigorously. Jer Peed opened her mouth to say let’s go then. No, I tried to open it.

– Knock.

If I hadn’t heard that clear sound again.

–

Esilia’s expression as she was walking down the street looked the happiest since she came to the Eastern Continent – aside from the fact that less than a day had passed since she came to the Eastern Continent. Even a three-year-old can understand why.

In her right hand was a large dumpling, and in her left hand was a skewer of grilled pork. Both of her cheeks were puffy. Finally, she succeeded in her attempt to ‘eat two meals in one bite’, which failed spectacularly this morning. Her spirit of challenge that does not give up is worthy of being called her Saint. I heard the words of the escort knight praising her spirit of challenge.

“… Gemini, if you’re hungry, you shouldn’t have said that earlier.”

“Um um um! Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!? Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Um-mu-mu!!”

As expected, like a saint, she expressed humility, no, babbling, even at such words of congratulations. Death Knight thought it was probably so. The Death Knight thought about the information the Lady had told her.

Some say that blood is drawn and used as a reagent….

Is it really? Will those who are not interested in magic do such a thing? Perhaps 1,000 years ago, they might have passed it over with dubious doubt. Because they would be interested in doing a much more fundamental quest than doing something cumbersome enough to draw blood and use it as a reagent material.

Wasn’t the reason why the witch woke herself up to explore the source?

But she rather made the death knight of such a fact submerged in her accident. Those who deal with magic are more interested in the origin of the world than anyone else. It can be said that they turned all the attention they were born with into it.

And that interest is, in a way, close to madness. Sometimes they don’t care what means are used to explore the world’s origins. Zerfied knew a very good example of him. Witch. That is, her former contractor. She was willing to sacrifice one of her continents to her research to achieve her own ends.

Wizards have one common feature. That he is more obsessed with exploring the origins of the world than anyone else. If that obsession, as I just said, is close to madness at first glance. In other words, it would be fair to call the Magic Tower a group of lunatics.

And the current mage tower is trying to carry on the legacy of the past. Drawing blood and using it as a reagent material is a fairly simple and rudimentary process compared to 1,000 years ago, but for today’s wizards, it’s a step toward reaching the glory of the past. And the glory of the past becomes a clue to exploring the origin of the world.

Then, isn’t the Magic Tower you are heading to the most dangerous place, excluding the General Church…? ….

The Death Knight’s footsteps stopped. She said it was because Esilia was pulling the hem of her own dress. Zer Peed turned her head. She stretched out her fine finger and pointed to a point in front of her. It was a clothing store.

“We have arrived, driver.”

Because it was very similar to a hut, Death Knight didn’t realize for a moment that it was a clothing store. After holding her eyes for a few seconds, he realized it was a clothing store. Jer Peed gave her a nod in the affirmative and went inside.

The owner of the clothing store was a middle-aged human woman. She, with a slightly thick body, was knitting threads. She saw the two guests coming in and put a smile on her lips. As soon as he entered, Zerfied said something.

“I’m here to buy this lady’s clothes.”

“Oh, what a beautiful girl. Are you only looking at this lady’s clothes?”

“Yes.”

Ecilia looked at Zer Pied with her slightly bewildered eyes. But she soon realized. Zerfied’s clothes from Diervan were plain and not very distinctive. The coat she bought at Di Ervan was thick, but it was a problem that could be solved by just changing her coat.

Above all, he was a death knight, and he did not suffer from cold or heat. He doesn’t have to change his clothes. The saintess slightly lowered her head at that fact. The shopkeeper approached the saintess with a generous smile.

“What type of clothes do you want?”

“Uh… I just want the clothes I wear often here….”

Her owner nodded her head and took her inside her shop. Taking her inside her shop, her owner gave her a look up and down. The owner smiled and said.

“Hmm, it’s definitely not Eastern Continent style clothes. You must be from another continent?”

“Yes? Yes… Yes?”

“Let’s see….”

The shop owner went into a warehouse-like space and started rummaging through things. Soon, a piece of clothing was lifted out of her hand. The clothes the owner brought out were long white clothes with a top and bottom in one piece. It was the same type of clothes that women usually wear on the street.

“Let’s try it on.”

At the master’s words, she nodded her head. The owner of the store went out of her dressing room to make it easier for the saintess to change her clothes. And the saintess immediately ran into a problem.

“Um, over there… !”

The middle-aged owner, who entered the dressing room at the urgent cry, was taken aback. She seemed to be wearing a white robe over her saintess. But what puzzled the store owner the most was her figure. It was a completely unpredictable pelvis in baggy clothes.

The clothes were no longer going in because they were blocked by the pelvis. The figure of a saintess with her lower body covered only by her underwear and her upper body entirely covered by her clothes looked quite ridiculous.

The shopkeeper helped the saintess who struggled as her vision was completely blocked by her clothes. She gasped and caught her breath. The shopkeeper continued, unable to hide her bewildered look.

“Uh, um… I’ll bring some clothes in a different size….”

But all five attempts failed. Her upper body accepted them all, but the saintess’ lower body stubbornly refused them. And it ignited the pride of the owner who had been selling clothes in Ehardo for about 13 years.

“This can’t be! How accurate I am! Sending guests away like this! Wait here! I’ll make clothes that fit your body type!! I’ll give you half the price of the clothes!”

Death Knight was able to see the appearance of the saintess who came out wearing her clothes after a period of time that made her think that she had been made – actually it was. She looked pretty unique. The Eastern Continent’s clothing style was such that the upper body clings to the body, while the lower body is slightly wider and fluttering so as not to cause wind and interfere with movement.

The saintess’s upper body obeyed that rule admirably. However, the clothes on the lower part of the body that only fit the pelvis were wider, so the fluttering was stronger than the other clothes. The lower part of her body looked like a dress in a way. Death Knight blinked once at the appearance.

He thought it was a porcelain wine bottle he had seen earlier. It was pottery made of pure white.