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"Thanks for coming this way," he murmured in his heart, opening his eyes.

Then, the sight shows Titania smiling like a Mother of Mercy.

"I'm surprised. 'Cause all of a sudden it glowed."

"Oh, oh? Missing gloves?

"Yeah. Pickled, disappeared"

"Thanks. Titania"

"Yeah!"

Unlike Titania, who tides her cheeks with joy, I stroked down her breasts with a ho.

I'm so glad you had to change it from a necklace to gloves, even though I couldn't.

Because it's a necklace full of memories for Titania.

Well. Is this complete with the ritual?

Get out the tablet and peek into the screen.

"Updating. 150/65536"

Oh, oh. The numbers are progressing!

Prayer, it definitely means complete where the offering disappears.

While I was doing what I was doing, there were more shadows across the park, both East and West.

But they're just staring at this one on a faraway roll, and no one's going to come inside the park.

While watching them, more and more people become crowds, both East and West.

Are they the people who came to watch the people who come to pray for me?

See, it happens all the time. It's like a wild horse gathered around the scene of an accident.

But my anxiety seemed worrying.

The crowd on the side of the beast broke, Lhutier and Waggan. Muscle rub, Zilba and Aisha follow behind them both.

Meanwhile, the principality side also broke the crowd in two again, and they knelt one knee on the ground simultaneously.

From the flower path they opened, Maluburg progresses slowly. Behind him follows Frederick and Klaus.

Lütier, who came before me earlier, thanked me like a butler with one arm stretched out to be level with his belly.

When I first saw this, I didn't know what it meant, but now I can understand it.

Thanksgiving like this butler is the highest salute to be given on special occasions.

Seeing gratitude like a butler may have been since I first summoned Rütier and named him.

This courtesy may also have a liturgical connotation to use in public.

"Lord Fujichima. I've come from someone close to you, and that brings us together."

"Oh, is that what this is about?"

The crowd was waiting.

the steps of Rütier and others. I'm sure for similar reasons on the part of the Principality.

"Is Titania over?

Wagan comes out one step ahead and asks.

"Yeah. I just finished it."

"I wish I could offer my offerings here."

"You don't have to crouch. Wait, wait. Waggan."

"What's up? Something wrong?

"No, I'm not, no amulets"

I can't believe I'm offering a piece of my shapes. There is a mistake in perception about Titania and good wagans and good offerings.

I don't want to offer anything that's most important to me, I want something that's at least as relevant to me as my jersey.

Titania gave her gloves and she did well.

"You have a problem with Amulet?

My thoughts. Waggan just twists his neck.

"If you dedicate it as an offering, it will disappear. He said no if you make an irreplaceable amulet a offering."

"Right. Will it go away? How's that?

"It glowed and disappeared to be sucked into the sky."

Titania pinches her mouth when she sees it actually disappear.

Then, didn't Waggan smile furiously stroking Amulet with his fingertips?

"You can send it to Fujichima."

"Waggan"

"This amulet is neither mine nor my family's. It belongs to a Kobolt named Ralph. You mourned me."

"Oh well. Okay."

I finally understand why Wagan smiled.

The amulet he prepared is something that no one will inherit. Are you saying that the family and relatives of a man named Ralph are no longer in the world?

Wagan kneels down, hands together and hands open.

Ralph's amulet was on his palm.

"Ralph, your body was mourned by the great great mage Fujichima. That your soul may rise to heaven in peace."

Waggan......

My heart is shaken by his sincere prayers.

I got warm and uncut and my chest got hot.

In response to Wagan's prayer, the amulet in the palm of his hand shines out and the light ascends straight to heaven.

When the light reached heaven, Amulet disappeared neglectfully with a greater glow.

"Thank you, Fujichima. You've always helped me."

"That's not true. Keep asking. My best friend Wagan."

"Right. Best friend. Keep it up. My friend Fujichima."

Shaking hands with Gatchiri, Waggan walks technologically to the back of Rütier.

This is followed by Rhutier praying, followed by Muscle Rub, Zilva and Aisha. In the same order I met you.

When their turn is over, they will be on the Principality's side next.

The first thing that came out was Maluburg, an overly resourceful blonde boy.

"Hey Josie. I'll be ready for you in a minute."

"Hmm?"

When Maluburg snaps his fingers patsy, Klaus and Frederick come to the side of the parrot stick holding something big.

What they had was a shape with a handle or thin stick so that it was like a black stick and the bottom was tripod and the pointy tip could catch something.

I wonder what that is.

It also looks like a candlestick, but if it's a candlestick, the tip is like a pedestal.

The two of them, who placed their tripods quietly across the entrance to the monument so as not to make any noise, back off.

Coming right back, they held a temper and set it on their tripod.

I see, was that like a candlestick putting down a pine light?

"Hey, you're getting some serious courtesy..."

In the meantime, a crate like a decorated chest was placed just in the middle of the fireworks and fireworks, and a red carpet was laid behind the crate.

"Josie, I don't really like formats and traditions."

Maluburg smiles like a child and flaunts his shoulders like a wasp.

"But this."

"Yeah. I don't like it, but think the rituals that people have been praying from the distant past to the present contain a lot of 'thoughts'"

"I see."

What Maluburg is trying to say is somehow, but I could have guessed.

Format and tradition are "thoughts" in themselves for coming after a long time.

To convey my thoughts, I guess trampling past history is better than thinking and praying for yourself poorly.

I feel like I know.

If you look at a festival that's been going on for 500 years, you'll be impressed.

I don't know, if you think this is how people celebrated centuries ago and two hundred years ago, wouldn't your chest get hot?

"But. Josie, I don't believe in ecclesiastics."

"What's a sacrament?

"Religion widely believed in the Principality"

"Like I was with a priest."

"Right. Samarkand also has priests. This ritual is an ancient ritual in the sacrament."

"Hmm?"

I kind of can't get through to you.

Then why did Maluburg adopt ecclesiastical rituals?

"I thought this would be a good way to pray. But I pray to you, not God."

"I can illuminate when they say that from the front..."

"Couscous. Well, that's the place. Shall we get started?"

Maluburg removes every sheath of sword lowered from his waist.