If he was too shy, Ren stubbornly left first.

"Len, you're a boy, too."

Satisfied enough to mess around with the younger boy, Mr. Sister snaps into a pancake in a good mood. I paid the price and I have about half the rest, so I was going to take my time to taste it and eat it.

A tough face when you said you liked slave girls. I guess Ren would also be a 'man' if that came with confidence and track record.

But when you think about slave girls again, it's a lot of wonder. The place you do business, the outfit, the content. And more importantly, what she said and did the first time we met is still a mystery.

"How could she..."

"Furn."

"- Wow!?

My shoulders jumped to the inorganic voice I could hear.

When were you close? A faceless senior stood directly next to Mr. Regular Sister.

"Let, seniors? What's the matter, sir?

"I saw it on the way home from the parchment."

"Oh, I see..."

If you ask me, I usually carry a ton of rounded parchment on my back packed with scripture. It would be parchment to recreate the copy I gave Ren. The church has its stock, too, but maybe there's something special about it.

"Do what, Fern?"

"It's just tea time after work...... do you want to eat seniors too?

Take a sip, and I'll give it to you.

The iron skins of his faceless predecessors were not tickled or shaken.

"I'm not impressed with luxury"

"Mm, do you want to come"

I think the occasional luxury is good, but I see. Clean poverty is the norm of all believers. Even today, when it is no longer as luxurious as sugar, the trend of sweetness and other things is deeply ingrained in the church.

Certainly the current situation of pancakes cheeky and eager for tea is far from being clean and poor.

How did you convince me? Regular Mr. Sister explores the classics he tapped into his head.

"Seniors. God created man from clay."

"Ri"

It is the beginning of the Bible, the passage of Genesis.

In the Church's teachings, the world was a piece of mud, and all things were created by God's kneading. The sand became mud and solidified by being wet by God's tears, and the surplus of tears became the sea.

Naturally, the basics of Genesis are also known to the seniors in front of them.

"We are the sons of the earth, and the world was elephant by the hand of God. Originally, faith and prayer, as long as there is a slight humidity, the gift of God will not decay."

"I see, I have a point"

Regular Mr. Sister nods in imitation of his senior.

I think just the slightest humidity will kill you in three days, but I won't put that in my mouth. Because I feel like I could seriously live with someone in front of me.

"Seniors, however. Again, this is the product of the earth!

That is why Mr. Regular Sister makes a grand claim to reason.

"Sugar, wheat and honey are more fruitful benefits than the earth. I mean, it's the same as our composition! Then what is the luxury of giving and eating God's grace!

I laugh deliberately and greatly.

"Go ahead, seniors. Delicious."

…………

Ez Ann stares at the pancake she's offered.

So, a few seconds. It was when Mr. Regular Sister poured a cold sweat with a smile on his face, wondering if it was a little too rational.

"... makes sense"

Gently open your mouth and stick it to the fork.

Clumsy chewing, like a child, or chewing on food for the first time in years. Instead of savoring it, eat it as confused as possible and swallow it with pleasure.

And a word.

"Sweet"

"Because it's pancakes"

"But right. If this is to be the grace of the earth, it is inevitable that sweetness will be evangelized."

"... did you like it?

"No"

It's the expression that doesn't change anything, but it also makes me feel somewhat happy with my words and actions. When I asked him if it was delicious, he returned a denial.

"I forgot for a long time. The hunger is the famine, but the food was the gospel. Joy is also a prayer to God"

"Senior?"

"Thank you, Farn"

"Oh, really?"

I thought you liked it, for now, another cut. Cut a bite size apart and give it away with a fork, it will eat the mochi.

It's usually someone who doesn't know what they're thinking, but it feels like they're feeding and it's somewhat fun.

"It's good to be able to eat these delicious things, after all"

"Fern. Efficiency is foolishness"

The story of the meal turned out to be about efficiency.

I go along with the conversation, whining with my heart as to why I can't get normal empathy from chatting with this guy.

"What do you mean? I think human society is very efficient."

"Efficiency is the dependence on others and their own decline. The very framework of society creates laziness. A man built a monetary economy in order not to have his deeds substituted for others. The substitution of activities with money, not with their own bodies, is a sign of decadence, namely. Consider that at the end of the day even faith is exempt with money"

"Well, that's what the banned pardon came from, isn't it? When it comes to that, does that mean being self-sufficient?

"No. The original person doesn't need to pay because there's nothing missing. Man at birth should have had only prayer and faith besides himself. Humanity cannot be the first of its kind today because of its original sins."

"Oh, is it the original sin"

As usual, they say things they don't seem to understand.

Especially the original sin theory is where factions are divided even within the church, and you can't get into it poorly. When self-sufficiency was also to be denied, a fudge came to mind as he leaned his neck towards the seniors' words, wondering if he was telling humans to become plants.

"... seniors"

Arguments that lead to doctrine every time can also flow safely as usual. But I guess it's because I talked to Ren earlier and remembered the old days a little. To seniors who speak of faith with iron skin, there comes an unexpected puffiness and genuineness.

"I didn't become a Sister in Faith"

Until the revolution, the time of the last emperor. In a way, that reform was the ultimate in efficiency, and that is why it failed to cope with all the unplanned events.

It was a terrible time.

It's a terrible time for a people who survived that era, and whose close acquaintances haven't died in that decade, to the extent that it was about the people who were in the upper echelons of the social hierarchy.

And Mr. Regular Sister's acquaintance was not lacking as a single person, including his family.

Because of that decade, she aspired to be a priest.

"I got a priesthood, for my own heart. Is that a sin?"

"No. It is also faith"

Heard of disbelief, but this man, who is famous as a fanatic, cannot shake.

"Have you not dedicated your thoughts to God?"

"Fern. It's not worth arguing about God's admissibility or otherwise"

"Really..."

Well, you don't suspect this senior will definitely be there. I was wondering if you would say that any man's will was due to God's will.

So the words that followed reached her ears with an incredible sound.

"There is no God in this world"

Potries and forks fall out of Mr. Regular Sister's hands. hit the plate, but made a sound that was properly inoperable.

It was the most unexpected person in the world who put God's absence into words. Unexpectedly I see the face of a serious and faceless senior.

"There are plenty of purgatory in this land, but no paradise. Only the foolish Son of us is left on earth."

I've always thought of her emotionally irresistible eyes as very similar to glass balls. I thought it was crystal-clear with clear faith.

Different.

Her eyes resemble mud. It was the muddy eyes, in which no round, hardened and polished light intervened, that was the faceless truth of this man.

When obtaining the miracle of becoming a saint, what did her eyes become an unacceptable colour, neither light nor darkness?

"God in heaven doesn't save people. On earth, true faith begins when we learn of God's absence. interests, necessity, physiological desires, selection, majority voting. Man sought salvation and continued to preach to make the moral principle that divided good and evil firm. But Fern. People are absolutely stupid."

Ez Ann.

Born by The Empire's Worst Decade, the saint speaks of his faith, which never wavers, beginning with doubt.

"Know that the original is absolute because of the stupidity of a man who is but a sack of meat"

Just a little bit, I could see the hearts of my faceless seniors.

She doesn't feel the value of any human will. I asked for God's absolute knowing that he was absent because I could never believe that people could discipline people.

"In the world of man without God, only prayer and faith can dispel man's stupidity. Justice enough. Therefore, there is no distance in prayer and no wall that holds back faith. What we need is a regression by ourselves, and progress is only the path of doom. People can never be gods."

"Really?"

This man's faith is deeper than he thought.

"Do, Furn"

Time to run out of pancakes. I still talk abruptly.

"What were you talking about with the boy earlier"

"Oh, you were watching"

I'll be honest with you because it's nothing to hide, even though I think it's been seen unexpectedly for a while.

"You talked to the seniors, too. He talked to me about it, and I got his permission."

"Hmm. Have you finished your manners in this world?"

This senior had been consulted where Len was depressed after he was completely denied. It was then that I gave the scriptures.

I'm not much of a person who remembers interacting with others, but I seem to have rarely remembered them, nodding as I was convinced.

"Should the next, then, be a challenge to the test of obtaining God's forgiveness? Farn. Hopefully I'll bring you to church later"

"... ahahaha. Yeah, right. This time when I have a chance..."

"No, or I'll take him if I see him. That boy doesn't have enough grasps."

I tried to deceive you, but it already seemed like a decision.

Exhale. I have a feeling it's not going to be a Loc thing. But in Mr. Regular Sister, I didn't feel I could stop my faith-based predecessors from acting.

"Um... Len, you're a good boy, so please make it enough for him, okay?

"Whatever, take appropriate"

What is appropriate? Regular Mr. Sister's face catches a bit of attention.

I'm sorry, I can't even help you, come on.

Regular Mr. Sister backed Len while apologizing in his heart.