All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

To the church, people were gathering.

It was the people who visited to receive the meat that was supposed to be cut and distributed here.

The faces of the gathered people are dark. Somewhere the bat is looking bad or trembling in small pieces.

Satisfied by guilt, but more hungry. The people who couldn't beat the guilt were dead and buried first.

There was a wild scream. A voice mixed with fright and restraint was clearly frenzied. Oh, my God, it was when the people in the church were confused.

Two men appeared on the stage as the little girl dragged them.

The two men are desperately resisting, but there is no way the girl has willingly intervened. A childlike back-length girl drags two men two times bigger than herself and stands in front of the chapel altar.

And threw two men away.

Screaming. Two men groan in pain at the shock thrown out. They don't have a single scratch. However, the men, who were big and proud of the village's best power, were frightened and rounded up about what was going on.

"People wore too much extra"

The girl who stood on the altar of the prayer room abruptly began to preach.

The confusion flows about who it is. I felt like I looked familiar, but it makes me look at the face that such a little girl would have been among the officials of the church.

Anyway, it's such a small village that we all know each other. At the point where there are people who don't recognize you, I'm surprised first.

For a young child, there is no youthfulness in his face. I have the impression that the girl I know is smaller as it is, but there was a perception that the girl should have been dismantled by now. There was a natural perception that a person's back length could not have shrunk rapidly in the first place.

Know it or not, the girl talks a taunt.

"Creating the world, our Lord is the only absolutely infinite being. From infinity, there is no finite difference. The concept of equality was born because the Infinite Lord sent it. This world was more finite than it was when God made it, but inherently it was a place where consumption and so on wouldn't happen."

Someone noticed.

The girl on the stage was the girl who was supposed to be the food of the day. I realized that the girl, who should have been taller, shrunk and became a little girl.

"This world was created by the hand of the Lord. People and stars are identical, and from the great only God, they are just tiny spheres that are not even stars enough. There is no infinite difference between infinite and finite. Finite differences are only errors before infinity, and the backward comparison between large and small is arrogant and humble that can only exist within finite"

Why does this girl shrink and stay here? As more people realize who the girl is as a priest's daughter, the confusion gradually changes color. The backwardness that was in them also matches, and the wandering human begins to emerge.

"That is why we do not fall within change, such as fluctuations within finiteness for God. The fact that there is no change in the total quantity does not make any difference, i.e., that there is no change in the nature of the whole. There could be no salvation in a world without change, and the world that God's hand had pinched was the first and there was no need for salvation. There is no reason in this world for good or evil, and there is no absolute judgment, because of it".

Pia, someone screamed. It was a funny voice. It was a scream raised by a mature woman. She was a woman raising two children. It was a desperate voice. He wielded a knife and stabbed me towards the girl's neck.

The blade stabbed the girl in the throat and sank all the way down.

"People beat it foolishly"

It wasn't the feeling of cutting people off. No flesh, no bones, no blood. Ladies don't care how useless it is to stab a blade in a bottomless swamp.

Fear, pull out the knife.

The blade that pierced the girl had a sticky mud creeping against it.

The girl's voice is uninterrupted.

"Even though infinity can't come from finiteness, people committed a foolishness that murmured finiteness. I immersed myself in the back-to-back superiority of being bigger than the others and remembered the taste of sin that feeds the others. Disturbance, filth spread and numerous purgatory arose, but there was no change from an infinite point of view to a finite total quantity. Therefore God will never save the world of men. For for his one and only absolute Lord, the world has not changed anything."

The voice of the theory continued without being whispered. Blades, etc., the girl didn't even care. A woman looked up and looked into the girl's eyes.

There was no light or darkness in the eyeballs that could not even look at the blade that pierced themselves.

"The above is the original sin of man, the reason of the world without salvation"

Bucket of things, the golden scream went up. Tension burst and panic broke out. The girl didn't even show off her absurdity.

"Therefore regress yourselves."

The wall of light soared as it surrounded the fleeing people.

"Repent the sin of falling into a wicked hungry ghost, and be aware of your stupidity. Knowing oneself defeated by the greed of the flesh creates penance, knowing one's ideals by obtaining an ox, and finally man's prayer begins"

A sacred wall of faith envelops this place.

Without so much clearance that no one out of this church can come true, with such strength that it will never shake.

"Faith and prayer are the sins of the original. Know it's the only way back to the beginning."

The Church was engulfed in the faith of the girl.

The earth was dry and cracked.

It's an abandoned village where even a drop of water seems to have dried up.

It's the sunshine of this summer. Rarely seen in recent years, the famine struck rural areas everywhere rough. It was also bad that we were mobilizing young people from rural areas into urban areas. Rural areas were in the worst possible situation as a result of advancing the levy to keep urban areas alive.

You won't live as one in this.

The faces of the knights, confirmed as they were prepared to be a tragic scene, gradually become surprising.

There's no one here.

There are no bodies, as there is no choice but to have no survivors. Or I wonder if they ate and killed him without leaving him in the bird beast, but it's odd that he doesn't even have any remains.

The soldiers exploring, face to face.

It was when I stepped into the central church, checking from the outside out what was going on in the village, albeit with irresistible discomfort.

There, there was a different sight.

He was starving to death, remaining in a prayer position. What kind of environment was created? Most are mummified without even rotting.

At its centre was an unusually elaborate statue made of mud.

"This is..."

To the sight in front of you, breathe.

Muddy statues on the stage, mummified corpses lined up sloppily in church. In a harsh and extreme environment, what made them so? I can see that there wasn't even any sign of a dispute and I just prayed with all my heart until the end.

It was an unusual sight.

Has hunger extremed and, in a sense, created a sight that can also be called sacred? Are you confused, are you comfortable, or are you like this? Not knowing what emotions to hold, the knights step in fear.

"Someone."

A soldier entering the church glances a little.

There were no signs of life. What made you speak, I looked over, and the identity met directly in front of me.

A statue made of mud was moving. No, the statue wasn't mud. It was just releasing such a cold presence that the knight didn't recognize it as life.

What does a knight do with his hand on a sword pattern?

"You. What does this mean?"

"They couldn't get there. Couldn't get rid of the surplus, couldn't get regression."

The response was an incredibly inorganic voice that belonged to people.

What are you talking about?

"I didn't have enough grasps, and I couldn't go back to being what I should have been given more than God while I was imprisoned by desire. They decayed with their original sins until the end."

"You think it's supposed to be, what it looks like?

"But if the divine scripture is called untouchable, it shall be in return for the hand. People have their first appearance. God has given us more than we should be."

I don't know what you're talking about, like I don't know. Why, here, are you offering me the Divine Book? A different presence goes hand in hand, and I don't feel like I'm in a dialogue with a human being.

That's why I ask carefully.

"Are you a person...?

Or is it not a demon born out of this tragedy? The knight guards without releasing his hand from the pattern of the sword.

Once in a while, that happens. Even if there are not enough people to create a dungeon, too much negative emotion and magic can be linked if the tragedy passes, and only a handful of demons can be present.

But the mouth of a girl very similar to that of a mud statue is not pleasant.

"Of course. This person is a person"

There is no light in those eyes. There is no darkness. There are no tables, no backs, just there without any doubt.

A masterpiece that approached purest immortality by pouring a drop of faith into the end of the surplus of innocence that reached the end of the famine.

And most importantly, the miracle obtained by the overlapping historical significance of being in a village that perished as the beginning of the end of the Empire, which lasted four hundred years with the mystery of jade sounds, took the form of the original scripture's first person.

"Something regressed to the beginner signed in the original scripture of the Divine Scriptures"

That is, she is the appearance of a resemblance that God shed a drop of tears into the sand and kneaded with unseen hands.

"My mud body is a man"

Until later in life, it was when the 'Mud of God (Lutum Golem)' and the saint described in human history, Ez Ann, were observed.