Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It was only after noon yesterday that we left Handel to explore the details of the sale and purchase of holy wood, based on information obtained from His Royal Highness Prince Brio, King of Edelstein. And with the help of Rafael, less than a day flies through the sky watched by Albione.

Me and Ries stepped down a little past lunch time near the city's gates, where the Grand Temple of Agricult was located.

"Are you all right? Doyle."

"Oh."

I nod at Ries, who is tilting his neck as he exhales a relieved breath from the bottom of his belly into the feel of the ground he hasn't stepped on in a long time.

From the results, I guess Lafar's okay was still okay.

I should have remembered how I behaved to the magicians and pharmacists of Royal Castle......

If their end of the road, which gave the feniches a little bit of a whirlpool, was freefall, this trip was still a high-speed jet coaster. Besides, the driving path is on the cloud.

Rafael seems to have taken care of me. I never felt pain or had difficulty breathing with the wind hitting and trembling and slamming me in the cold, but the speed is unusual. Perhaps it is natural because we rushed through with little rest in the early horses and proceeded in one day over a distance that would take two and a half days, but the others are right not to come.

The distance of the ground and the small size of the building peeking from the slices of sky and clouds flowing like flights cools the liver, and the heart pulses as early as the bell in any vertical or horizontal change of direction that takes place without warning to avoid warcraft with wings and drifting spirits. After the night and my vision stained with black monochrome, I could rest quite a bit, but the bright hours were hell.

Even so, none of the women have enjoyed it.

Regardless of the spirits, Rafael and Albione, I can't hide my surprise from Ries, who doesn't change one complexion. Didn't you ever think about 'maybe' or 'in case' on that air trip? If so, my blind faith in the Spirit is too great.

"... did I fail something?

When you think that's hard, Rafael's anxious voice hits you in the ear. They made me worry because it was what I was leaning over.

It's not Rafael's fault because I feel like it's one thing right now, but I don't have any physical problems, and it can be said to be the result of adding to our situation that this trip is in a hurry.

It wasn't something I wanted to go on and experience again, but I have trouble dragging the shock too far to grieve Lafar. It's a waste of time following up on that.

That's what I thought. I put a little effort into my bumpy feet with the aftertaste of high-speed flight to correct my posture and raise my face. Then Albione, who had the most eye for him, winked and showed him, speaking anxiously to Lafar and Ries, leaning his neck, who looked at this one.

"You're tired of being in the sky for a long time because humans are creatures who live on the earth. Isn't it? Master."

"Oh. Don't worry about it because there's nothing particularly wrong with it"

If you affirm while appreciating Albione's follow up, a relief look will appear on Rafael's face, and Ries, who was looking at me wonderfully, will nod like he said he was good at it. Apparently, this place has been misled.

"That's true. I've been in the same position for a long time, and my body's stiffened up."

Ries, who declared so while stretching his neck to the left and right, fished inside with his hands in a bag lowered to his hips when he whined a moment later, taking out two bottles of dry preserved herbaceous grass.

I guess that grass, which is the raw material for the healing pills, divides it because if you chew it as it is, you can only feel it but restore your health. But Ries somehow put his hands on the herb. What the hell are you doing?

"[Regression to Green]"

I thought I had whispered something that looked like a skill name. My hands glowed pale, and the herb that was completely finished drying its raw breaths back and spreads the blue leaves.

"Can you use restorative magic?

"No way."

Unsurprisingly leaking her voice to the green that came back to life, Ries laughed as she offered me a bottle of blue herb.

"Few people show fitness for restorative magic, so when they are born, they are raised dearly in the depths of the inside. This is a unique skill that Elves possess. It only works on plants, and must remain in shape to the extent that the subject has one. But living in the woods is an important force for us."

"... I see"

It's an elf-like skill sometimes called the forest people.

If you look closely at the medicinal herbs that were given to you, the roots are stretched from the stems that were cut together, and it seems to be something that separates your magic and regenerates and grows plants to imagine from the word regression.

That's a skill that seems more pleasing to my senior students in pharmacy......

Some ingredients are more concentrated and useful when dried, while others become less potent as freshness decreases. It would be a very attractive force for them to be able to return to freshly picked conditions at any time.

With that in mind, I ripped off the roots of the herbs that would be the source of the recovery pills Ries gave me, and if I put all the rest in my mouth and chewed it, my mood would be soothing or my body would be easier, so I thanked Ries again.

"Thank you. Thanks for making it easier."

"Oh. So what are we gonna do, I just want to say, Doyle"

"I know."

If you look up to Lafar and Albione, nodding to Ries, who narrowed their eyes softly, they nod gently and dance in the sky again.

There was a group of about ten people moving within my perimeter.

"Rafael, Albione. You see that?"

If you ask them who the group is going straight for us from Sekiguchi, it's an unexpected word that they've returned from the two spirits.

"It looks like a man in silver armor and a carriage are running"

"Those are the carriages and knights of the temple. I've seen it in the Majesta. Keep it up and we'll bowl it together."

Me and Ries have a strange look on their words.

I picked an unpopular place to get off, so there's no sign of anything but us around. What the hell does it mean that people are going along a bowl-to-bowl path when they say that there is only a decaying building and a tall meadow of back length?

Besides, those are the temple people...

There are two powerful spirits together, so I don't think they realize we exist. Did you fear the existence of Rafael and the others, or did you look at me or Ries? Either way, it's not good for me or Ries to expose themselves without knowing what the problem is.

Before visiting the Grand Temple and listening, you should not be held captive as a suspicious man.

"What are we gonna do? Doyle."

"Let's hide ourselves and see how it goes. If it's going to be unfavourable in the future, we'll get out of here before they see us."

"I understand."

Upon checking our policies, me and Ries went up to the decaying roof, as we indicated. Rafael, if you have to let us get away with this, Albione sits on the edge of the roof to observe visitors' behavior.

A few minutes to disappear and hide yourself that way.

The carriage pulled by the horse stopped in front of the decaying building where we lurked.

- Toss. Kacha, kacha, kacha. Goto. Ki.

A person steps down from a horse and puts something on the ground wondering if he has taken a few steps. Probably put a foot stand at the entrance to the carriage. Then there was the sound of the carriage door opening without taking up time.

"- Your husband. Here comes a cleric with a splendid stature. He's a little hidden, and he sees me, so maybe he's pretty high."

Me and Ries stiffen up slightly to that word of Albione peeking down.

Sometimes the temple worships the gods. I hear there are many people who can see the Spirit. Looks like Rafael saw her mother, too.

But seeing Alvine suppressing the signs, albeit incomplete, is not insulting. Perhaps it would be quicker to count from above among the temples.

"... Dear Arbor. Are you sure you want to come here?

"Yeah, I'm fine. This is the occasion - the Spirit of Water. We have come to welcome the son of Serena, the Virgin, who is in this neighborhood by the word of the Grand Priest. Never do harm. Would you mind lending our voices an ear?

If you look at the same name as the priest introduced to you by His Highness Brio, you will hear a serene voice and speak respectfully to Albione.

If she nodded to Albione, who asked her what she was going to do with Chirali's gaze, she narrowed her eyes softly and said to the highway, gently intimidating her with the power of looking down on and releasing the priests.

'I'll just ask you. It depends on what I tell you. "

"Thank you"

You can't see what's going on down there from where I am or Ries is.

But the knights and the entourage also understood that Albione had ears to hear by a zero word of gratitude from the cleric's mouth, and they heard a number of breaths of relief raised.

A few hours from a visitor I wouldn't expect.

The four of us were in the Grand Temple of Agricult, built with white stone.

"- Then I will call the high priest, so please wait here."

"Thank you"

When Cleric Arbor said that and bowed his head to us respectfully, he walked out of the room without sound on the white marble floor.

"... that's kind of weird."

'Really?

Rafael necks strangely at Albione's words. At that time, I felt that the green hair that had fallen from the salaries appeared somewhat visible in the room, which was grouped together in white and silver.

... It's strange to say that it is indeed strange.

I remember all the way to this room while endorsing Albione's words in my heart.

The priest who picked us up named us Arbor. He is a cleric introduced to me by His Highness Brio and is now arguably the next candidate for the Great Clergy to be placed in the position of Grand Clergy.

Speaking of why he came to pick us up in such a place, even in such a great temple, it seems that not long ago the Great Cleric learned of my visit to the temple. Since the son of Serena the Virgin seems to be in need of something at the Grand Temple, let's take the form of an invitation to spare the troublesome process.

You're too good for this. This makes me nervous......

Convenient and unparalleled situations, on the contrary, cause concern. But all Arbor clerics, temple knights and escorts who said they were here to pick them up were very favorable with low hips.

The people I met by the time I walked into the room seemed impressed to want to see my purple eyes, and if I told you that the majesty of the Virgin and the famous Mother was that great, that would be it, but I don't think that's all.

It's kind of hard to put into words, but there are signs that the entire temple is standing. I don't have a bad feeling about it because it's not an unpleasant atmosphere, but I don't know why it's welcome and it doesn't really fall.

I also know why they would welcome me if I had the restorative magic aptitude...

I can't be a cleric. Where is there an element of joy in me? I have no idea.

'Hey, mister. Want to explore inside for a second?

Albione's proposal was fascinating. I just wanted to know the reason for this air, just like her.

But there are people in the temple who can see the Spirit. If Rafael or Albione moves, they'll find him in less than that time. Depending on where they stepped in, they might buy the temple officials an unhappiness, and it would be a shame to destroy the favorable atmosphere around the corner.

"No, stay with me. I don't see any bad signs, and it wouldn't be better to betray your credibility."

'Right. Well, I'll see you in the room with Rafael.'

"Oh."

He just checked to see what he was going to do, and Albione invited Rafael to go see the paintings of the gods and spirits painted on the high ceiling when he finished hearing my answers.

Speaking of, Ries has closed his eyes to his chair after muttering, "It's like he's on the side of a holy tree," as if he's comfortable with the signs of the sanctity of the temple.

I would have been careless since I left the inside...

I'm going to give him a break for a while now because he seems to be at peace in a room similar to the familiar air. The heartache would be immeasurable if he told me that it had been abused by Zenos and others from the disappearance of the Sacred Tree, and on top of that there were compatriots involved who believed in numerous matters. Besides, if you suck, there's a chance of fighting Handel, and you're carrying the fate of the inside. You should rest when you can.

As I watched them in my thoughts, I concluded that I remembered the sights inside the temple that I had seen up to this room, and I remembered the mother of the day.

Filled with white and polished silver for the most part, the temple had a strangely calming atmosphere, and I felt my body purified with every breath.

No, I guess it's actually been done.

So much fresh air here.

But the beauty I feel on my skin is horrible somewhere, and I even feel like it's not from the world.

Behind the temple, where only temple officials could have stepped in if they were supposed to, I'm proud to say I have better hearing than a regular person. Even I can't pick up people's living sounds without clearing my ears. The tranquillity to the unusual was somewhere floating away.

I have no aversion to the unlikely silence in my normal life. But in this holy, airy place where people don't even feel like the world they live in, my mother couldn't imagine how the hell she was going through her days.

With that in mind in an atmosphere far from the world of man, if we look up to the spirits with extraordinary beauty who look around at the paradise depicted in White Asia, a feeling different from chills runs on our backs, coupled with the serenity that reminds us of the divine realm.

Fear, I guess.

It is an instinctive fear of those who live in a realm that cannot be extended to the end by man.

- This is a border where people and gods meet.

It was at a time when we felt that the Great Temple was a place where there was something in the world that we humans could not understand.

The air moves slightly and strokes his cheeks.

If you look back at that feeling that you felt slightly, the entrance to the room slowly opens and orange plugs into the room that was dominated by white and silver.

- I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

When I saw the door opened with my eyes narrowed on the sunset illuminating the hallway, an old man stood with a gentle grin very similar to his mother's.