Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Seniors Riechi and Sana 'a, who let themselves seep into indignation with seniors Leo, who can't say anything when they think of their position, an arbor cleric who watches everyone quietly over Rafael, Albione and Ries, who are blinking at those three, and me sitting across the street.

Having received all his gaze, the Grand Priest slowly spins his words without breaking his serene expression.

"- Very few things, such as what I knew, did not leave this great temple and just preach the word of the gods to everyone. We don't know what the three of you saw and found out on your journey, or what Lord Doyle or Lord Ries is after."

The grand priest, who tells him that he knows nothing of the details, says a word of apology to the seniors Leo, and as he whispers, "Just," he zeroes.

"The gods said that the three of you will return safely from your journey and at dawn, when you are reunited with Lord Doyle, you will be brought closer to the future you desire. I couldn't even tell you who wanted the future, but I don't have the option of not obeying a divine commission. So I acted as you said."

The eyes of the high priest who spoke so were clear everywhere, and I felt vaguely that there would be no lies in the words. That seemed to be the same for Seniors Leo and Ljeci and Sana 'a, who eventually nodded quietly with a look that seemed complicated.

Though I'm not convinced, I guess I admitted that there was nothing else in the Grand Priest's actions.

"" Doyle, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with your brother. "

Seniors Ljeci took a step back to give me a place when they said that they apologized, and lost so much that there was zero relief breath out of Senior Leo's mouth.

I guess he was whimpering inside thinking a lot about me being annoyed by the two that the Grand Priest wouldn't even pull off against him. For seniors Ljeci to be free, the role of brother is tough.

If you face the Great Cleric by first glancing at Senior Leo, who is constantly struggling, there will be silence on the scene. But it was not something unpleasant, but rather a breath to alter the atmosphere, between calming and quiet hearts.

That is how calm times often flow indoors.

The Grand Priest, who confirmed everyone's complexion, opens his mouth gently and speaks slowly.

"- The gods often say that everything in this world makes sense. Every bug and grass flower that has only the earliest of the nails also has a role, and joy, sorrow and suffering are always connected to something, without something meaningless, etc. He said that all the lives scattered in the past and the emotions and woven actions that life has had to live in this time form this world and form the basis for the future. So it all makes sense for the original purpose for which the three of you came to the land, and for what you've seen and heard."

Stared at by the great priest who spoke so well, Senior Leo gave a hazy look, taking a small crate out of the subspace like he remembered, and then pulling a slightly better letter out of his chest and giving it to me.

"Master Serena asked for the crate, and she asked me to deliver it to Master Doyle as soon as possible because the seal can be unsealed when it's right. So, the letter was kept by a mercenary named Musketeer. You've put together a bunch of bandits from the Beasts we met, so I want you to read them as soon as you can..."

"Thank you"

I receive a wooden box and thick letter from Senior Leo, who caught the word "Bandits of the Beasts" but told him to be troubled while worried about his surroundings, for now with a rugged seal. Then he nodded if he saw the high priest, so he took out a tri-fold bundle of paper from the envelope, which he could have put in "excuse me" and said no.

A quick glance at the surprisingly written letters will give me a brief summary of the recent developments in Fort Lace, the identity and purpose of the bandits of the beasts I met before, and the work of Seniors Leo, and I'm breathtaking about their content.

If Seniors Leo hadn't met the Bandits, it would have been pretty bad......

If you continue reading while writing a cold sweat on the possibilities, the letter 'Eratoma' catches your eye. The name of the man who allegedly led the prince of the land of dragons and fanned the kingdoms of the beasts was familiar.

There is no longer any surprise in that name, which coincides with the chairman of the Shultz Chamber of Commerce, and the question still spreads as to whether he is such a man. But while I am so convinced, it is also true that there will be a rush.

... you mean you're not willing to hide it anymore?

It doesn't matter if your nature is exposed or not.

That's what it would mean not to go after a birdman, even though he was seriously injured.

I don't know if it's my real name, but I don't think I'm willing to look at the Shultz Chamber of Commerce without being willing to work evil by hiding in Elatoma around using the same name with dignity. No, it may rather be trying to cause further confusion by masterminding and collapsing the Chamber of Commerce that has grown enough to take on the corner of Handel.

The more trustworthy they are relied upon by other chambers of commerce, and the more widely commercialized Schultz chambers become the bad guys, the more suspicion arises, of course, among the merchants in Handel. The relationship between the merchants, connected by a conflict of credit and interest, will collapse and shake the foundations of Handel, which is formed by the economic activities of the Chamber of Commerce.

Thinking about it makes me feel like Elatoma thinks I'm suspicious of the Schultz Chamber of Commerce, or even getting evidence and stepping in. And even if I feel that way, I don't like the fact that I just have to go along with the muscles.

Maris, who can't see the sincerity, is also creepy, but she is offended by Eratoma's behavior like giving clues and mocking us running by deliberately creating a breakdown, and she is angry that she is dancing with her hands like a good one.

- Lord Doyle.

Clear sounds call me to break the constant thought of patrolling.

If I looked up to be guided by the voice of the Grand Priest, I realized that Seniors Leo and Ries were staring at me with some uneasy look, and I exhaled to dilute the whirling emotions within.

I don't have time to be angry here.

We have to move on.

I remembered that I didn't have time to stop my legs, and for now I'm going to fix my expression to reassure the seniors and Ries. The rush would have passed, but it should have made seniors feel better than no follow up whatsoever.

"Good luck to you, Senior Leo, Senior Ljeci, Senior Sana. And thank you for your valuable information."

"Oh."

"The first thing we have to do about Fortrace and the Beasts is leave them to Lord Muske and Lord Scola, but they will be fine. He's a lot more experienced than we are, and he's going to try to make sure the king of Fortrace does."

Speak that way to the seniors who will be worried about the Beasts and give Ries the letter they have read. I've shared all the information so far, so she'll lose as much and come to the same conclusion as me.

With that in mind, I turned to the Grand Priest.

It's bad for the seniors who have done more than I imagined, but let me put our details and thanks behind us. I can explain the situation on the road and in the handel, but I have a case that needs to be cleared before I can leave here.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Grand Priest."

"No. It's okay."

"Thank you"

All I have to say is thank you and correct your posture and the Grand Priest will smile saying he knows everything, and I once again have respect for that objectified look.

Hear the voices of the gods and deliver them to the ears of the people.

I have heard that the Grand Priest deliberately lives detached from the world in order to fulfill that role. I guess it's to keep my own personal feelings and subjectivity from entering the words of the gods, but I can't think of anything I don't know, swallowing teeth I can't do anything about, just waiting for a prayer shrine, etc., that popped out of the magesta without being there or even being there.

On the other hand, it is easy to imagine that there would be immeasurable charity within Master Cereol, given that this person assumed the role that would otherwise have been inherited by her mother.

"With all due respect, we must hurry ahead, so can you tell me what I should be doing as a consideration for the information on the holy tree you asked for?

I spinned my words to help everyone as I gave thought to the smile in my eyes in the days leading up to the Great Goddess floating.

- Then let's change places. Please come this way.

The grand priest, who nodded pleasantly at my offer, said so and stood up quietly, inviting him into the hallway.

The direction of travel is the deepest part of the Great Temple.

The sight of the light magic white lights lighting the hallways surrounded by the sun and darkness was fantastic, and as we progressed we were made to realize once again that this was a sacred place to worship the gods, coupled with columns and walls that moved on to ancient construction.

Often walking guided by the high priest in that way. We dived through a large stone door that gave a sense of history, reaching a place called the [ancient altar].

The ceilings, columns and walls carved with gods, spirits and thoughtful figures are rolling and unwittingly narrow their eyes to the altars of whiteness that do not seem to be stones and the sight of the holy trees arranged behind them.

Behind me like that, seniors Leo and Ljeci and Sana were exclaiming.

"... wow"

"" The stones and the trees are shining. ""

You feel nostalgic.

"Yeah. Looks like I've been here before"

The figure of Albione and Raffar, who seemed to grumble around looking all the way indoors, was somewhere young and his face seeped with tranquillity. The expression is like a child who has met his mother, and as he looks to the two with a rare and reassuring face, the archdeacon, looking back, tells him in a serene voice.

"It's where the signs of the gods linger, so you'll feel nostalgic."

If I closed my eyes softly to those words, I did feel like I was wrapped up in big signs.

It's like I've felt a long time ago, like it's always there for me.

It is sober and somewhat calming, even though I feel that the signs are greater than anything I have ever encountered, unlike the magical powers and spirits possessed by men, subhumans and warcraft.

――――

I felt someone accidentally call me when I was immersed in a strange sensation, so I pampered and looked around. But everyone's gaze nailed to the altar, and their eyes met with the Great Goddess, who had a delightful look on her face as she tilted her neck wondering if she heard it wrong.

"Did you hear something?

"I felt someone call me, I did"

Your eyes narrow to see something dazzling if you respond as you feel, and its mouth draws a gentle arc. Cleric Arbor, who refrains next to the Grand Priest, is also looking at me in a way that impresses him, and the question only deepens.

"The gods have been calling for you for so long."

"I'm tired of waiting...?

The two smiles directed back at me were slightly gentle and blinding.

But the Grand Goddess kept on saying things without worrying about me.

"This [ancient altar] is now used to worship the temple, but it was originally created for the Son of Man to beg for power to defeat the Demon King."

To the explanation of the Great Goddess, what the seniors were talking about before they rushed in is a wooden spirit in the back of his brain.

- Do you know how holy weapons are born in this world?

Questions from the Grand Priest, who was inexplicable, and the ancient altars that were brought to us and their uses.

Quicker than I understand what they mean, I ask the Grand Cleric how Ries seems to be happy somewhere.

"Will the holy tree be used for the manifestation of the gods"

"Probably. So I'm sorry, but I don't think I can give it back"

"No. The people inside will be glad to know that the sacred trees that have been taken away have circled to feed the birth of a new brave man"

The seniors look at what Ries told them with a small smile, but I just understood the situation, so I can't possibly explain it.

If you turn your eyes to the Great Cleric to be pushed against your chest, which is noisy with surprises and expectations, a clear voice strikes you in the ear.

"Can you put the crate you received on the altar?

Yes, I meant to say, but I don't know if the reply was properly worded.

Just open the subspace to be guided by the voice of the Great Cleric, and a small crate came out of it before I could get my hands on it. And the seal, which would have been imposed by Sulsulu and Mother, is broken, and a silver cup rises out of the box and rides to the altar.

"is,"

Even though my voice is unintentionally zero, strange events go beyond that.

I wondered if Espada and Oreol, who had lowered to their hips, had gone through sulli and followed after the Holy Grail, and the brightly colored demonic stones of the walnut large, which Rafael had previously given me as a souvenir from the subspace that had remained open, were consecrated to the altar one after another.

At first glance, the holy trees, which were supposed to be white, were stained red, green or blue and glowing.

"I see you didn't have to call."

At that moment, when I tried to question what was happening to the words of the Great Goddess, whose exclamation was caged, the world changes in a dazzling light.

The sea, the mountains, the sky, they are thrown out in their midst, and various sights are reflected in all directions. The images in the eyes are switched one after the other, and disappear when the scenes and thoughts of history appear as commas sent by people wearing clothes of various ages. Some of them are the kings of the historic Duke of Aginis and Majesta, seen in the portrait, grandparents and grandmothers when they were younger, lords Celery and Uncle Wynn and Obza, parents and little lords Gray and Claire.

When I've come to understand that this is no longer looking at the history of the world in the sight of spirits, unnamed warcraft, transforming nations and shifting people that look familiar to roll around a bunch of photographs gathered regardless of their order.

- I want you to take care of me.

- Well, well. I gave it to you safely, and that's good.

- I was pretty whimpered when I was dying, though.

The strange sight with such conversation marked the end, and my consciousness was returning to the [ancient altar].

As the sound of the colors, colors and bells rings, if you look around, did you get hit by the light earlier? Seniors and Ries are holding their eyes with their hands, and Rafael and Albione are also looking at each other with a surprised look. But the Grand Cleric and the Arbor Cleric don't seem to be so affected that when they look closely at me, they deepen their grin and urge them to look down with gestures and gestures.

If you drop your gaze, a sword in your hand that weighs longer than Espada or Oreo.

One black dragon is entangled in a sheath that looked similar to an espada but was pure white, and the blade pulled out shines brighter than before. He seemed to possess such strong magic that he was not an eye, such as Espada and Oreol, that he emitted a presence like the Holy Spear his father had.

"It's a gift from the gods. Please take care."

"- Yes."

A grand priest stood in front of him, biting and biting down the words he heard, wrapping a strict atmosphere if he returned the glowing blade to his sheath and raised his face.

And when you look at me with clear eyes worthy of calling me the head of those who serve God, you spin your words slowly, as you say.

"I've only qualified now, and it's up to you in the future to call me [the brave one]. But it has been a long time since a new holy weapon was born, and those to whom the gods have given their own guidance to this land are the third to look back on their long history. Those facts will indicate your future. I thank you for being present here as one who serves the gods, and I pray that you will not be happy on the path to be taken."

When the words of blessing are spinned, my body glows pale, and the twitchy warmth flows in and at the same time the light that I was wearing disappears so that it is sucked into my skin.

It seems that the great priest received immediate protection in awe of many of them.

Not to mention the events since the visit to the ancient altar, which I did not think would have the same thing in my hand as the long-awaited Holy Spear, and the time it took to qualify as a [brave man] was negligible.

But the knife in your hand is heavier than any weapon you've ever held.

"Thank you"

Rather than being emotional, there are no words that speak well of that mood in a way that feels more emotional, such as determination and enthusiasm, proportional to the weight of the pressing responsibility, and I just say a word of gratitude and put the reborn knife on my back. Its weight has something to do with the chest, and if you put your hand on the pattern, you feel the heat coming through and laugh small.

But the next moment, I remembered the sight I saw in a strange space and pulled my mouth together.

The last reflection in the memory of the touring world was Maris, who reached out to me like that with a young self who broke an angry spear.

I don't remember at all, but apparently I met him a long time before my encounter in the dungeon. I suppose it was God's call that made the fact known.

The great priest said there was nothing meaningless in this world.

Then it must make sense that Esparda and Oreo were reborn as holy weapons with the blessing of the gods at this time now, as well as seeing past encounters with Maris.

- You've got more to ask.

Does Maris remember a long time ago?

What conversation did you have that day?

The day to ask more questions is surely near.

With such certainty, I raised my face to tell everyone that I was going to stand in the Great Temple.