A Wish to Grab Happiness

Flimsrat. There are several decaying ruins lying in that mountain range where tough nature lies. Among them are huge buildings, temples in the Catholic Church and also known as relics of the Divine Age. That was the Great Temple of Flimsrat.

For what purpose was it created and who was using it as such? What was the temple to honor? That has not yet been concluded.

There was talk that the glory of God Altius had reached this point, and some scholars said that it was nothing more than a different god of the local tribe, some of which were meant to quell the giants who once bewitched the earth itself.

Whatever it is, there is no doubt that it is a relic left over from the Mythical Age, and he used to manage it in the Cathedral. Even so, because of the unimaginable inconvenience of the location and the difficulty of managing it, it seems that priests are no longer dispatched at all.

But if this revelation, its destination, pointed to this great temple, and the priest might make it a sanctuary one day, the Cathedral knight Garras-Gargantia gently rattled his teeth.

Revelation is similar to the voice of God Altius to the Catholic Church. Once it came down to the flesh of man, the priests interpreted as many, and the powerful turned as many, and at the end of the day it was decided to become an instrument of political strife. Factions can be made around every word, and it is no longer uncommon for battles to occur, etc.

Fortunately, that has not happened since the current Pope came under his command, but there will be many more noisy people in this revelation. Gallus hung his favorite Zhu spear on his shoulder while loosening his sharp eyes as a pioneer. I see the blonde in front of me.

"How was Princess Sing, Hert? I hope you're in a good mood."

I groaned nowhere, that word. As for what the knight speaks, it was coarse, and a lot of obnoxious language. But without the wind that cared about the behavior, let the blonde jump up, and Helt-Stanley returns the word.

"I don't think it's a bad idea, but you didn't have many words. Is it because of the cold wind?"

It was a pale response. No great emotion, no excessive decoration, those words. Garrus glanced at his shoulder and nodded, blinking his lid.

That's not what I was able to say about people, but a young man named Helt-Stanley is an unusual person, Gallus thinks.

Buckingham, who was a good friend of the Old Knowledge, that he had difficulty, and that the Virgin was allowed to accompany him, so he thought it was a promising future, a typical Catholic follower.

When I met her and looked at her face and her vivid eyes, I could well tell that she seemed as if she was separate from what I had imagined.

There was an impression of such a hert in Gallus, who had the look of being clean and white, but lurking something in it that looked as if it didn't resemble him.

Even in earlier words, yes, if we could have met the Virgin, our hearts would have risen and the report would have been quite magnificent. How did that look on your face or that the words were as beautiful as they were?

At least, the other diocesan knights looked like that if they exchanged words with the Virgin at all. Even though I am afraid, I still have to be respectful. For the great saint, the Virgin is such a being.

But for Helt-Stanley, they don't. That's why I asked the Virgin if she was in the mood. Gallus tinkles its pointy dog teeth and strengthens his gaze.

That girl, Arueno, is also a pathetic daughter.

She had a rare demonic genius, but was therefore picked up by the cathedral and forced to live as a nun, whether she wanted it or not. Seems easy to say, living as a nun is tantamount to living with your limbs tied.

There is no freedom, no time to exhale. Gallus knows how much she ate her teeth in that life and lived with pain in her chest.

In that way, in her lowest capacity, she chose to live off the sludge that could still be thrown at her, her dignity as well.

That is why, when Arueno was chosen as a candidate for the Virgin, Gallus uttered a word of celebration as everyone leaked feelings close to confusion and hostility. It was not involved in my holding as a knight flowing in me, it was just a blessing from the bottom of my heart.

But there are some things that I think about. It is a pleasure to be a Virgin at any rate. On the other hand, it is nothing more than for a human being named Arueno to be eaten by God as he is.

It's still good now. But if she were officially the Virgin, her rest would be killed and she would be unable to move her hands and feet freely or utter words. It may be up to people to call it happiness, but at least Gallus was forgiven.

Therefore, during my pilgrimage to escort, I think I will let her go free for a little while. That's why I accompanied Hert-Stanley, the windless guard who cared about her, to the sidelines, and kept the rest of the guard out of her sight.

If anyone and everyone around him has their faces tightened, then those surrounded are also forced to tighten their faces. Not far into the future, I'm sure she'll be thrown into that kind of situation. If only for the time being, you'd better distract him.

"Head of the Gallus Inheritance Corps. Secured near the Grand Temple entrance and exit. We're searching the back now. Let's start with the Virgin inside."

One of the diocesan knights bows his head to Gallus with his fist in front of his chest. Garrus nodded back, controlling it by hand. I don't know everything yet, but apparently there's no such thing as a monster walking around the Great Temple in grandeur.

Gallus was so called the Commander of the Regiment, but officially in the Knights of the Diocese, there is no position to be called the Commander. Because the Cathedral Knight stipulates that all of them are under the direct authority of the Pope, and that it is only the power of the Pope that can command them. You can't order them to do things lightly, even if they are kings.

But that's why the Cathedral Knight can't be sure to accompany the Pope to all the battlefields he's headed to, and it seems silly to ask you in all the judgments he makes in the field.

This is why, in the event of a situation in which a diocesan knight carries himself out, someone from among the diocesan knights temporarily inherits command over the diocesan knight held by the Pope.

Thus, in the battlefield, the captain, who inherited it, hangs the decree on all the Cathedral knights.

This time, no less this time, it was only Garras-Gargantia that the Pope inherited that power for a long time. Only a handful of people know why.

Garrus flies the words as he gently relaxes his body.

"Invite the Virgin into the temple. Exquisitely rude. You know, it would have been better inside a moldy temple than snowboarding like a mole."

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In the Great Temple, there was a pompous, zero voice. It fogs quickly without leaving a trace, without resounding around.

"- Has the Cathedral Knights lifted their hips? Then you'll want to take that beast with you."

It would be customary for the pilgrimage not to be accompanied by escorts, Kalia said, rocking those little lips. At the end of his gaze, he can see a knight walking down the majestic hallway of the Great Shrine and making a sound.

Well, certainly a few degrees, but I've seen that unique look of white armor once. The Great Swords under the direct authority of the Cathedral Pope. If the Pope cares about it, when it is swung down, it is one of the powers of the cathedral, which was so called.

Yes, it's called a pilgrimage, so I thought there were a few of them, even if they were escorts, just like they used to be on a journey. I don't think so. There will be dozens at least. That, too, is the frantic elite the Cathedral holds.

Perhaps I can say that as an escort to the Virgin, it is less. Still, it doesn't make any difference. God can't help but put a wall in front of me.

Remove the bite cigarette from your nostalgia while entering the blind spot between the knights. But in the unlikely event that the smell leaked, it seemed silly, so I put it in now once.

"What are you going to do, Rugis? When it comes to cathedral knights, everyone in the Garrist kingdom will have a glance."

Hear the voice of the fialert, and nod. As the saying goes, I don't care what you think. They're not good people. They can throw away any number of lives for faith, and they can be cruel everywhere. Now, I have no heart to show mercy for the human being of the crest.

It's a shame they stepped into the temple before them. It would be reasonable to assume that they are still not lurking in the temple until they leave here.

If it weren't for Arueno, we'd talk about it.

Leak your breath so you don't make any noise. I said, folding my fingers paralyzed by the cold.

"Who should go straight from the front. Then, no - then let me get you off the sidewalk fully. Then why don't you? Actually, I'm really good at that."

That's what I said, I ripped my lips off. Gently nose, ringing.