A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

The capital of the kingdom of Harrist, Tapery, is sometimes the center of the country, surrounded by stone walls, a water borehole, a spire for sentry in all directions, and a robust structure on which sentinel soldiers constantly interact.

Metal gates and jumping bridges are provided in the east, west, south and north, and are open for daytime traffic. However, the gates are closed at night and in the event of an incident, and the jumping bridge can also be raised, making intrusion extremely difficult.

Normally, even if the castle gate is open, those who enter and leave will be stopped by the gatekeeper, and the number of those who enter the King's City and the things they carry will be checked.

If they were exempted, they would be nobles and royalties living in kingdoms across the Harrist kingdom, as well as more than priests in Gregorianism, which has deep roots in the Harrist kingdom.

Rebecca manipulates the Wing Dragon and slows down as soon as she sees the walls. Then twice or three times, the dragon is turned in the air, and the guard soldiers are seen waving their hands before flying to the walls.

It was impossible when something happened, but the name of the Bishop of Gregory was known enough to enter the King's City by confirming “that much” in normal times.

Rebecca enters King's Landing on the Wing Dragon and starts to hear a loud voice under her eyes. In other places, the people of King's Landing looked up at the sky with pleasure, and some shook their hands at the Winged Dragon.

Of course, Rebecca would never respond to such a cheer. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in a mood, increasing the speed at which the Winged Dragon flew and heading to his “destination”.

Rebecca headed south with Chris aboard the dragon. Looking down from the sky, there were buildings that boasted a much larger site area than private houses and shops.

The building is a two-storey stone structure, with a flat area just next to it that is large enough for dozens of soldiers to train. In fact, about a dozen men and women were waving weapons for training. Rebecca, who saw it, muttered in her heart as if it were a sacrifice.

And Rebecca lowered the dragon toward the ground without worrying about the people who were training under her eyes, and got down to the ground and raised her arms to "stretch.”

"Phew... a journey in the sky is boring. Yeah, it was boring. I wish I could stay in the prince's house."

In that case, how do you manipulate the dragon?

"That's too far away. So run with your sister and come here to report."

"... I'm glad I left Tina."

Chris murmured softly to Rebecca as she ran. Whether it is possible or impossible is possible, but because it is necessary to cross two countries, it will take as long as a bishop.

It takes about ten days to keep running even with minimal rest. In that regard, a winged dragon that can fly in the sky can arrive in Tapely in less than two days.

The strength was certain, and the "protection" was also a powerful Rebecca, but the point of being too selfish was troublesome. It is strange that we have switched from extremist to orthodox.

Rebecca, who suddenly stepped out of the sky, was in a hurry to keep the two of them out of the way. Checking it horizontally, Chris realizes what Rebecca thinks because he's too far away to distance himself.

Rebecca gently tapped the wing dragon's feet, and the wing dragon rang, then moved to the corner of the flat land, and began to fall asleep as it was round. I must have been tired from flying for a long time.

Rebecca and Chris glance at the people they were training before moving on. A two-storey building just next to the plains - a Gregorian “cathedral”, to say the same thing as Spiritualism.

However, do not imitate entering from the front. Because it is possible that the people of King's Landing, who are followers of the Gregorian religion but are mere civilians, will be captured.

For this reason, he enters the cathedral through the door provided on his back, and walks through a long hallway to an area where only the bishop and beyond can enter.

On the way, Rebecca and Chris met a man. The man was leaning against the wall in front of Rebecca and Chris' destination, right next to the door, bracing himself, but seeing Rebecca's face distorted his expression dramatically.

"... uhh"

It was Laurent, a Gregorian priest, who shouted that he had unexpectedly encountered something bad. I realized someone was approaching, but I didn't think it was Rebecca.

"Oh... oh. Wow, what a nice greeting you just made. Hey, is that so?

"Hahaha, that's an empty ear, Rebecca. Oops, is Chris with you?"

Laurent opens the door with a lovely laugh and invites you to dive in. There was a mood to go quickly and not get tangled up.

Laurent wouldn't behave like this if he was Chris alone, but Rebecca didn't want to talk as much as possible when she was with him.

"Well... you can't have that attitude, Laurent. No matter how much Canna-chan's favorite, it's not the attitude you're supposed to take when you're a priest, yes, it is."

Rebecca said that and turned her right to Laurent. Laurent, who saw it, put his right hand on the handle of the sword, and Chris held his fist as he sighed to stop Rebecca.

Had it been Rebecca, she would have been a little out of control. But Rebecca laughed at what she thought, lowering her right hand at Laurent.

"Ah... but that's enough.” So let me forgive you. Yes, I forgive you. Fufufufu.... "

Rebecca laughed in a good mood and walked through the door that Laurent had opened. Laurent, who dropped it off, murmured after seeing Rebecca's footsteps fade away.

"... eh, well, I'm kind of reacting right now. Oops....."

"Laurent, please don't say anything that would irritate Rebecca."

Chris punctured the nail with a sigh as he murmured from the bottom of Laurent's heart. Laurent turned to Chris and wondered if he was someone else who had changed.

"I'm sorry about that, Chris. I really don't like Rebecca, don't you like her?"

"You are a righteous man. I can't help it. It's incompatible with Rebecca."

Chris sighs again, agreeing with Laurent. To be honest, mental fatigue, such as traveling alone with Rebecca on a Wing Dragon, was unusual, even though it was meant to shorten the reporting time.

"Well, I'll be careful from now on. By the way, what happened to Tina? You've been investigating the massive movement of monsters from southern Mataroy to northern Polasha, haven't you?

Laurent also heard that there might be a monster equivalent to an advanced monster. After the investigation, we can check whether Rebecca, who has moved to the orthodox school, is “usable”.

I wish there had been an affordable, advanced monster, but Laurent thinks he put three bishops in, and he's been exterminated by the investigation.

Laurent thought so and asked, but Chris was very vague and distorted his expression as if he was having trouble reacting.

"... I came back to report back around here, Archbishop, are you there?

Looking at Chris's expression, Laurent nodded and pointed at the door with a deep wonder.

The deepest room in the Gregorian cathedral, accessible only to bishops and above. There was a space where about twenty people could meet, and a huge long desk was placed in the center of the room, with several chairs along the long desk.

However, not all seats are filled. Two chairs were placed in the "upper seat” furthest from the entrance, and ten chairs were placed on the left and right side along the long desk, but only one person was seated in the upper seat and only a few people were seated on the left and right seats.

"... hmm. It's an incredible story."

A man sitting in the chair murmured when he heard a report from Rebecca.

When he was sixty years old, he was an old man who was about seventy years old. In this world, it may be said that it is a category of longevity, but its spine is straight and its voice is tense because it is not suitable for its age.

Whether the back shrinks and reaches 160cm in height due to the effects of aging. The costume is worn as a simple design headgear of good quality, and a cane is placed next to the seated chair.

Age-appropriate engraving on the face, white eyebrows on the bald head. The old man turned his gaze towards Chris as he gently stroked his well-maintained white beard.

"This is Chris. Is that true?

"Tenth Bishop, there is no lie in the name of 'The Wind'."

That's how Chris lowered his head. The old man chuckles at Chris's state.

"Whoa, sometimes it gets so stiff. I'll make you some tea. Kanna said she found Zipang's tea at the South Market and brought it here. There's good confectionery in tea bargaining, and this is the eastern market..."

"Old Dude, the story is off track. And then tea will make me."

It was Kanna who stopped talking about the old man. While smiling bitterly at the old man's words, he nevertheless gently corrected the subject while showing respect.

"Uhm... when you get old, it's a long story, and you're a deviant enemy. Bye....."

An old man with a soft smile that should be praised as a grandfather cut off his words. And he looked at Rebecca and Chris, and narrowed his eyes.

"The owners who went to investigate the monster encountered the bloodsucking species... and also engaged the 'God'."

"Yes... at that time, Mataroi's adventurer, the 'Monster Taker' Reurus, was previously reported. And I fought with Natalia, the former captain of Mataroi's Third Magic Corps," Wind Dust. "

"There were other 'rabbits', spirits, dwarfs... I see, it was enough for combat. Still, seeing Chris and your unclothed face, I couldn't afford it if it wasn't enough."

An old man who talks like that while stroking his beard, but his interest is directed to a certain point.

"Slaus... was that bloodsucker“ real ”?

"That's what he called himself, and his strength was undoubtedly an advanced monster. It was different from what I heard, but I wondered if there was a mistake in terms of ability."

"I see... he's lost. It was so cool, I wanted to be there."

While saying so, the old man gripped the cane standing beside him. At that time, though slightly, the killing air leaked, and Kanna and Rebecca, anyway, lowered their heads small as Chris scratched a cold sweat.

An old man who served as Archbishop among Gregorians and presided over the Orthodox Church in Tapely - Als-Romaia recalls the memory of the day.

Decades had passed, but five bishops had been sent to slaughter the “old” slaughter. Ars was one of them, and he still survived.

Alas, who is at the top of the Gregorian hierarchy, did not rust down to his arm, though he left the line. If it was a superior monster, I would still be able to hunt alone.

Such a long breath to calm his emotions changes the subject.

"But was it that revulsion? I've heard from Kanna several times, but according to the investigation," the castle collapsed, "" the country was eaten, "" neck hunting, "and now you're dealing with an advanced bloodsucking species and a" god "... it's a gem."

"Whether luck is good or bad, I think I often encounter advanced monsters... no, Laurent cries."

Hearing Ars' words, Canna laughed bitterly.

"Laurent is also a good priest... what kind of race is this revulsion? Are you subhuman?

"It's a human, yes, it's a human. And my prince."

"... ahh, you're the one who made a scene. Fu, um... maybe the spirituals were hugging me. If you're going to be a bishop, you should be in fifth place, but under the protection of the Spiritual Church of Mataroi...."

Ars narrowed his eyes to think and looked into the universe. When you put together your thoughts for a while, you hit them like you remember something.

"Speaking of which, did“ that lady ”spread the name 'Spirit Man'... and there seems to be some movement in some houses. Rebecca, my lord, will you fly to Mataroi again? Chris is not the star."

"To the prince?

There are some things, but there are others. It's going to be a little embarrassing... I want you to stick a little nail in my radical face. "

That said, Ars made a big hatch between his eyebrows.