Having received an invitation that I have a bad feeling about, I will seek help from the Chief Cleric.
"And, Chief Cleric..."
"If you think about who you are, you know you can't turn down the invitation, right?
"Ha-hi..."
This is a dinner party full of aristocrats. There's no veto for me as a civilian, is there? I know. I was just asking.
"Come here, Mine"
Because of this, the chief cleric is putting his seat away and installing it, and Zilvester gently taps between himself and Calstead and insists that he sit here.
When I was confused about what to do without a seat, I said, "Give it up, Mine," and Calstead and Darmuel got up and started moving their seats.
"Mine, go around from there and sit next to Zilvester, just like Dermuel"
Perhaps you shouldn't refuse to change this seat, either, when the clergyman softly pressed his back as he looked at me feeling sorry for him.
"And I beg your pardon"
Around the large table in the dining room, I have no choice but to sit next to Zilvester. Next door on the other side is Calstead, so I clasped on the chair and moved as far as possible towards Calstead.
Chief Cleric on the front of Zilvester, Darmuel on my front.
"Mine, why don't we swap cooks? I'm not taking it away, okay?
There's no good reason. Benno would be mad at me if I traded on my own, and I'd have trouble spilling the recipe.
"They're the cooks you keep from the margins. You can't exchange them at my discretion."
"Now let's negotiate with that person. Who?"
Benno was ordered by the aristocracy, and there's no way he could say no. What would you do if an Italian restaurant I've prepared so far couldn't open without a cook? Benno and Marc's stomach aches, headaches and deficits must cross the limit.
"Dear Zilvester, if you are dealing with a merchant, you cannot defy the demands of the aristocratic class, Master Zilvester, etc. It's no longer a negotiation, it's an unreasonable order."
"I see, will that be the case for merchant opponents"
Gilvester squeaks so with a funny glance. "The sexual roots are not rotten," the chief cleric said, seemingly correct, and moved his jaw gently, not to do anything that would cut backwards and anger my point, but to go on further.
When I turned my gaze to the chief cleric, I saw him nodding small, as the chief cleric also said, "I don't mind." Darmuel next to the chief cleric is bright blue and gaggly.
"My cook will be the cook of the restaurant that opens in a few moments. During the educational period for this purpose, it costs a lot of money and manpower both to educate cooks and to prepare them for opening. It does not have to be a large sum for the nobles, but for the civilian population it is an amount related to life and death. Based on them, did Mr. Zilvester tell you to crush the plan to open the store? If you liked their food so much, don't be a restaurant customer instead of crushing your plan to open it"
"Ho, you say it's a diner? Civilians eat that meal?
I'll just advertise it here to Zilvester, who opens his eyes and says he can't believe it.
"Even downtown is priced that you can't get in unless you're called a millionaire, and it's a store that refuses to come in without a referral. It's a dining room that mimics a nobleman's house, offering a meal that noblemen are eating, no, noblemen have never eaten."
"Ho, who makes the introduction?
"... er, if you're interested, I'll introduce you"
If I tell you the truth, introducing Zilvester, who has a lot of unintelligible things to say and do, seems burdensome later, but it's better than having a cook taken and a plan crushed.
"Okay. Now, introduce me. I'll give you a leg."
"Thank you very much.... Will Lord Calstead and the Chief Cleric join you, Mr. Zilvester?
When I asked him with a gaze that he wanted someone who could hold the reins when he was about to run wild, they all fell apart.
"Oh.... I'll have to go"
...... Master Zilvester is also an aristocratic customer, but would you be happy, Mr. Benno? Can I hold your head? Which one is it?
Either way, I just want praise for being able to peacefully stop the cook trade.
As I was exhaling ho, I raised my face as the clergyman remembered, with simple snacks and alcohol such as cheese and ham in my hand.
"Mine, why don't you ask Rosina to play the fesh peel?
Speaking of which, it's a long night's comfort, so they told me to take it.
I call Fran with my gaze, and I want Rosina to play the fesh peel, ask for a message. I watched as Calstead was surprised to see how it was going.
"Do civilians have fesh peels?
The sheriff told me to remember.
"That's right, Master Ferdinand," Calstead muttered small when the clergyman told him to "get educated". True, at that point, there was no such thing as talking about becoming an adopted daughter of a nobleman, so that's probably it.
"Mine's pretty good. You haven't neglected to practice, have you?
"Rosina is good."
The Chief Cleric praises me, but my practice time is well secured by Rosina. No matter how much I want to skip practice, you won't forgive me. If you practice every day, it's the same with the piano that anyone can play to some extent. However, Reino times just didn't improve because he couldn't do it every day.
"I asked for you, and I came."
Rosina came with a fesh peel. One dining room chair, prepared for Rosina, Rosina set up a fesh peel with a full grin. And play one song after another that Zilvester has requested.
"That's brilliant. Where the hell did the gray witch get all that moves?
"The previous lord, Christine, was profound in art."
"Ho...... Okay, Mine. You're next."
Shortly after I was listening to Rosina's fesh peel, I think "Play yours too" is terrible. Can it be compared? I rush to find a reason to say no.
"I can't play with that, adult fesh peel..."
"Oh? I also bring Master Mine's fesh peel to see if this can happen. I'll take it from your room."
Oh, Rosina, do something extra.
Calstead, desperate and laughing, gently beats and comforts me on my back, which drifts with kakun. Zilvester grinned niggardly, shifting his gaze from me to the chief cleric.
"All right, in the meantime, Ferdinand plays"
Thought he would refuse, the chief cleric stood up with one sigh and took the fesh peel in his hand. It's amazing what plays after Rosina isn't any worse.
But a selection of songs is the animated song I taught. The arrangement is too different, because the original song is hard to understand, but the lyrics are a god hymn, but the original is that, an animated song.
Me with my surroundings and abs collapsing listening. No way, I didn't think that what I did to make it look a little funny would come back to me in this way.
"That's a song I've never heard."
"Well, I guess so"
Zilvester frowned at the lightly flushed clergyman's answer.
"Where Who composed the song?"
"... it's a secret"
For a moment I looked at me, and laughed at the chief priest, who looked at me so well, that I could not breathe. Next door, Zilvester raises her eyebrows lightly to glow her deep green eyes.
... Oh, I have trouble getting published, but I also have trouble getting weird stirred up! I'm interested, this guy.
While I was in the middle of a great storm, Rosina brought a small fesh peel.
"Go ahead, Master Mine"
"Thank you, Rosina"
I played and sang an assignment song in practice without difficulty. Exactly, I don't dig a grave like playing Reino era songs here. I grew up.
"... not yet,"
"Now it's Master Zilvester's turn. I'd like to hear it."
There are all around me clergymen and people familiar with art like Rosina and Vilma, and I don't know what level the general nobility is. I also want Zilvester to play here and know the level.
"Huh, you want to listen to my fesh peel. Come on, I'll let you listen."
Zilvester with a fesh peel that he seems to be good at, but I didn't think he was going through art from what he's said and done. However, the sound played with the pin is unexpectedly soft, the tense voice stretches well and is unexpectedly good.
... Ooh, the nobility level is too high.
I wanted a sample of the Cleric Chiefs' level of demand being too high, but it turned out to confirm the high level of nobility.
"Do you play Master Calstead, too?
"I'm not good at fesh peels. I'm better at whistling, but I'm not bringing it with me this time."
Oh, my God, Calstead, who feels like a boneless martial artist to see, can also do the instrument. He prefers a whistle that plays sound with working out lung vitality to claw thin strings. What's that, a little cool?
"But we can't do nothing because everyone is showing off their art.... Right. If they show it right here and say it looks good, it's like a sword dance."
"Is it a sword dance!? Me, I haven't seen it yet. I'd love to see it."
I've never even seen a real sword dance in Reino. When I glanced up at Calstead with anticipation, Calstead called Darmuel.
And when you put out glowing tact and squeal "Schwert," the glowing tact turns into a sword.
With a one-handed sword, after the two opposite each other gently align their sword tips, Bishi sets the sword straight. That seemed to be the signal of initiation, and the sight of the two changed, and the sword cut off the sky with Hyun and began to move.
When practicing swords, this is a dance that can connect many movements that are beaten as basic shapes, so if you belong to the Knights, it seems natural to do so.
But in the case of improvisation without a meeting, like this one, if you look closely at the other person's movements and gaze, and if you don't see through the mould and move, you say that the two movements will no longer engage, and you may get injured.
The two sworddances, with serious brilliance and haste, had a sophisticated beauty with no waste of movement. Sweat floats on Darmuel's forehead and his breath begins to rise. I saw it. Calstead pulls the sword with a cool face.
"Something like this..."
"It's lovely! Master Calstead and Master Dermuel are amazing! They were both very cool, though they seemed to get hurt and harassed."
If I praised the two of them at will, Zilvester began a sword dance against Calstead against "that much I can do too".
... er, can I go home to your room now?
I think Gilvester is cool for performing sword dancing with a serious face. I know I'm faster than I was when I was with Darmuel, and I know I'm doing advanced things. But depressing.
"Huh, that would have been cool, wouldn't it? Here, praise me."
I think from the bottom of my heart again when people say my chest up like I'm good at it. Really depressing. It's always too much when the sword dance is over. In an instant the cool and emotion blew away.
"... Master Zilvester was very nice too"
"I don't have emotions caged. Let's start over."
Where I was made to praise again three times, Zilvester was so troublesome that I pretended to be ill and pulled into the room I had just been given.
The next morning, the clergyman was watching to give Baron Bron a small chalice of devotion and strength. Rural areas ruled by aristocrats have been good for the past few years, it seems. When there was room for the number of clerics and witches, the chief cleric said he also seemed to have gone to the countryside of each nobleman, but could not afford it in particular this year.
Apparently, the only village in the direct jurisdiction of the lord has to go to the winter hall where some rural people gather to spend and give the grace of the Holy Grail directly to the village chief in the Great Holy Grail. It's magic in the little chalice, so if it's just activated, it seems it can be made aristocratic.
... I can't believe you can put magic into a small chalice, naturally a nobleman with magic can, so I wish I didn't bother to perform a ritual of service in the winter in the temple, but left the chalice handed over and let myself be enchanted. If you can't do that, at least distribute it in the spring when the nobles return to their territory, and have it brought home, you don't even have to go out of your way. It's weird.
I listened to you with a face like I understood, but I'm not sure. I guess there's a reason to bother, even if it's troublesome, the voice of my heart didn't go out and nodded ho ho.
After the clergyman finished his meeting with Baron Bron, he flew all day around the barn zone, where the biggest countryside in the territory gathers, after a prayer ceremony around five winter halls, and again towards the aristocratic ruled countryside, for accommodation. And when he leaves, the clergyman sees him and gives him the little chalice.
The next day, as well as the next, we went around the winter hall for a prayer ceremony in the same way. So, apparently, the countryside of the direct jurisdiction is over. "Tomorrow we will go around all the nobles' halls," said the clergyman's face a little harsh.
Essentially, we ride the horseman around the noble land. But there seems to be a law of what, a place to go by carriage and a place to go by beast, and from time to time, to rendezvous with the carriage, there is an aristocratic hall to visit in the face of how "I've been traveling by carriage".
At that time he always said, "Mine, now hide your face," and in the carriage that rocks with Gotgoto, at the behest of the chief cleric, you will be subjected to the vale that the noble maid will be subjected to. And only four enter the nobility hall: me and the chief cleric, Fran, and Arnault.
The knights and Zilvester remain in the carriage. Though he was worried that the prominent wanderer Zilvester would not make a scene, he did not dispute waiting in the carriage for much longer.
"The next Viscount Gerlach will have a carriage to go to. We'll rendezvous."
Early in the morning, after handing a small chalice to a nobleman, the clergyman, flying on the beast, says so, causing the beast to run in the direction of the carriage, which is heading first to Viscount Gerlach. Apparently, they have magic equipment installed in the carriage, and the chief cleric knows where the carriage is.
I joined the carriage without difficulty. The carriage is parted and ridden by me, Darmuel and the clergyman, Calstead and Zilvester. They say that's the best thing you can do militarily. I do not know very well, so I am at your disposal.
"Viscount Gerlach was much more interested in you. He definitely wanted you to stop by at the Spring Prayer Ceremony, but he interacts deeply with the Temple Chief. Better stay alert."
In a state of considerable vigilance the chief cleric told me to wear the veil deeper.
I arrive at the Viscount Gerlach's Hall, but leave soon, so the carriage remains intact, and only me and the Cleric Chief follow Arnault and Fran through.
"Oh, far away, welcome, Master Ferdinand. And then, is that the rumored witch apprentice?
Because of the preconceptions, it sounded like a slight disgusting voice. Covered with a veil and kneeling, I see no Viscount Gerlach's face at all. My feet look hard, but I could only tell that it seemed a little too much.
"Will you be staying today? We'd like to welcome you."
"No, we hurry, so we leave immediately. I'm supposed to stay at Count Risegang's tonight."
With that said, the Chief Cleric hands over the Little Holy Grail, finishes the story and walks away. The chief cleric responded from beginning to end, so I ended up with nothing in particular, without facing each other directly.
I should have left Viscount Gerlach's Hall in the morning, but it was evening when I arrived at my neighbor, Count Risegang's summer hall. The beast was fast and I didn't know, but the carriage was going pretty slow.
I had heard that I would travel by carriage because I would have trouble getting to Count Risegang before serving the side of the room, but I thought there seemed to be another reason because of how the clergyman really cared about the back.
The farmland managed by Count Risegang seems to be the largest of the nobility of the territory. But there could be no great departure for priests who would only visit twice a year, and I slept, as always, in the chambers of my servants.
I was just getting tired and anxious about my health, so I got a pill that the clergyman wasn't sacrificing the flavor I formulated, and I was taking it. So I slept well into the morning and woke up feeling refreshed.
"Late last night, a thief entered Calstead's room"
He was summoned to the Cleric Chief's room first thing in the refreshing morning of spring and given an anti-bugging magic device to hear such words. But I was the only one leaning on my neck without knowing why. Everyone seems to already know the faces that are gathering, and they look tough.
"... a thief in, is that a thief or something?
"No, you were going to grab it, you had two men. He seemed to realize it wasn't mine the way the futon flourished, and was about to move quickly. I jumped out of bed immediately and tried to capture him..."
So Calstead clouded his words, and looked at me with difficulty to say.
"Maybe you got away with it?
"No. I caught one, left it to Master Ferdinand, and the other chased him in an attempt to let him swim a little. A horse was connected to the woods east of the hall, and the man ran off on his horse. As soon as I got the beast out and tried to chase him, I bounced off every horse."
"... Huh?
If I do not want to understand the last word, my head refuses. Play every horse. I don't know what it means to be told to fly.
Seeing me hardened, Zilvester exhaled lightly.
"As for the captured prisoners, self-harm when Ferdinand was disarming, and those who tried to let Calstead swim ended up with an explosion"
"I've also thought about not letting you know, but I've decided that it's better to get an idea of the current situation than the other person's aim is to be you. Given who you know to stay here, it's probably Viscount Gerlach. Mine, be careful."
The chief cleric ran out of conclusive tones about the killer. I slowly look around at the faces that align there, deliberately holding on to the chest where anxiety and fear spread.
"... is there no chance that the killer is Count Risegang?
Calstead shook his head clearly to my question and denied it.
"No. This is my mother's home. There can be no avenging those I accompany."
After a difficult breakfast through our throats, we leave Count Risegang's Hall. The next place to stay is in the aristocratic hall, the southernmost part of the territory. The carriage was to depart towards you, and we were to visit the noble hall in the morning and in the afternoon, one place at a time, by beast.
"Then we'll rendezvous with the carriage."
It was when I did my appointments without any problems and approached the most territorial boundaries. In an attempt to join the carriage, the chief cleric speaks up and turns the beast toward the carriage.
As soon as he ran over the sky, a glimmer of red light rose upright in the sky. Between the Knights, everyone's complexion changes to the standing of the red light used to beg for rescue.
"Raid!
With that said, Kalsted sped up Gunn. Griffon Momochi rushes into the red light.
"We're going first!
With that screaming, the chief clergyman overtakes us. In haste to be left behind, I looked back at Darmuel, holding on to the reins.
"Dear Darmuel, let's hurry!
"... my magic is not enough to keep up with that speed"
"Then use my magic too"
I grabbed the reins strongly as I was in a hurry. At that moment, I feel the magic flowing, and the speed of the Heavenly Horse goes up gnarly.
"Help!"
A herd of carriages began to be seen stuck in the middle of a road that continued along the border between the forest and arable land. There are francs, rosina, fugo, and ella in there, but the carriage is wrapped in black pods that I don't know how.
"What is it, that black one!?
I ask Darmuel behind me aloud. I finally caught up with the priests, but I thought they probably couldn't reach me because I was traveling at high speeds.
"It is the kingdom of the Dark God. That sucks off magic. Attacks by magic will no longer work. Being able to do that means that there are nobles among the raiders."
Darmuel's voice makes him nervous that attacks are difficult if he doesn't know his opponent's magic.
I wonder if it was a peasant, I could see about 100 raiders with weapons in their hands coming out of the woods straw and running for a carriage. Zach's blood draws, and I cry out to the chief cleric as he lines up next to him.
"Chief Cleric! If the magic doesn't work on the carriage, just attack the magic and kick those men in the ass!
"Wait! That could be the people of this land!?
I glanced at the Zilvester, who disputed it as if it were a little. I don't care what happens to an elephant raider who doesn't even know his face.
"Fran and Rosina are more important than that! If you pray to God, it will be magic, right?!?
I begin to open up the magic behind my body, thinking of God who now deserves to pray. My body was full of magic and my bracelet and ring glowed.