Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

I was brought out of my room to practice dancing and into the next room.

"Please wait in this room for a moment"

The room was usually used to soothe tired bodies in dance practice, with tables set aside, sofas next to and behind the table, and equipped to make tea.

The "witch" who led us disappears into a private room in the back of the room.

In the meantime, Sylvia was preparing tea.

Melissa and Iris sat on the couch next to me, and Mr. Mishrina and Mr. Claudia sat on the couch in front of me.

"Go ahead."

It was served tea with tea leaves, a specialty of the Principality of Ishgaria.

It was chosen because there are also Mishrinas.

"Thank you for waiting"

There was a 'witch' who wiped her sweat and changed from witch clothes to ruffled clothes.

'Witch' sits on the couch in the back.

"Some people are new, so let me start by saying hello. I say Noel, who is allowed to serve as the contemporary 'witch'. It doesn't matter if it's Noel, because he's the same age according to the trust."

"Witch" - Noel smiles.

But I can't feel the rage in that grin.

Sometimes you're tired of dancing practice, but it's probably because of the clergy that 'in a few days you'll die'.

A girl who could only live for a few days had no hope of living.

"I'm Mars, an A-rank adventurer. This time, the Virgin brought me here."

Sylvia and the others also name and confirm each other's names.

"Thank you for taking the time to come from far away. But I don't need an escort."

"Why!?

Mr. Mishrina gets up off the couch.

I was still trying to pack it, but it was inhibited by Mr. Claudia, who was next door.

"Can you let me hear the translation?

Mr. Claudia answers quietly as he leans down.

"The first thing that happened was" The Rite of the Dedication, "which I went to a month ago."

The rite of divinity - Originally, the divine does not get the words that the witch wanted with what God whimsically utters, but sometimes hears words that are completely useless. It was the ritual of purpose to offer prayers to God to get the words he wanted from him contrary to his original ways.

There was no reason not to succeed at all, although the chances of success were low.

Rituals were also held on a regular basis that day.

But what was obtained with success was shocking.

"The temple to which I was entrusted was: 'I will die the next day I give the dance of abundance to God'".

Whoever heard of the trusteeship panicked.

'The Witch' dies - it was an important event that could not be ignored for the Kingdom of Memphis.

"Especially the nobles were in a hurry."

I started moving under the water trying to recommend my own daughter to the next generation of 'witches'.

I can't help but think about the fact that today's "witches" are still young, and there are possibilities for those who gave up.

"But that's..."

"Yes, you're the ones who want me dead."

To die exactly as the trustee did.

I hoped that the commissioning was not a mistake or something.

Mishrina and Claudia were frowning knowing what happened after the commissioning came down. Even I don't feel comfortable listening to you.

"Why did you make others listen to the contents of the trust?

He said "the commissioner got off" when we first met in the white room earlier.

I think I know who we are because of that.

But at that time, I didn't tell anyone the details of the trust. There should be no need to teach others the contents of the trust.

"You don't need to teach others if you are truly a trustee that God just hears the whimsically murmured Word. That is because I alone am listening. But the ritual of the Divine Consort is a ritual performed with the participation of more than one witch besides me."

It's Noel who stands at the top of the witch, but he also has witches to assist him.

Apparently, those witches are considered the mother candidates for the next generation of witches, and many are hung by the breath of powerful aristocrats.

From there, the nobility also seems to have been leaked the contents of the trust.

It had never been concerned that the content of the trust itself would leak, but because the content was content, it was to create a great deal of turmoil.

"I don't know by what criteria you're choosing, but new witches are determined by being told by the divine to multiple witch candidates. For that reason, prayer by the witch candidate is now flourishing."

Pray to God for how devout a believer you are.

I was thinking of appealing to God by doing so.

I don't know how much that means to you, but it's also true that you can only do that much more than the other person is God.

They're in a state like an election after all those things. The election I know is as appealing as I was when I was in the village consulting with the neighborhood compiler and deciding, but it wouldn't make that much difference on a different scale. I remember a young man who was desperate because he meant that if he became a compiler, he would be exempt from some of the village's hard labour.

"I mean, there's no witch candidate who thought he was one of us, or anything to say about Noel dying."

Noel nods as he grips his fist.

If you try it on her, you'll feel like you've been betrayed.

"I have no choice but to talk. Until now, the kind of people who would be chosen as witches were just noble relatives and close people. But I was originally brought here for some reason as a civilian for the sole reason that 'the temple came down'. For the aristocrats and their candidates for witchcraft proud of their blood, I could not forgive myself for being a 'witch'. So I..."

I accepted death as an adult because it was a situation where no one had allies.

You may sound good as a 'witch' if you say you will martyr in the temple, but I don't like you as a single person.

"What do you want to do?

"What..."

"It doesn't matter what opinions or trusts you have around you, you - I want you to let me know if Noel himself still wants to live. Remember, there are people in this room who want to be on Noel's side."

Noel's gaze is directed at Mr. Mishrina and the others.

A friend who rushes worried just because he receives his own letter.

At least there must be a deeper bond than my fellow witches who thought I was a colleague.

"It's..."

Choose the words as you let your face down.

That's how the droplets fell on Noel's knees as he waited.

Oh, I'm crying...?

"I want to live, too. Because I haven't lived in seventeen years. I also wanted to be like your mother as a normal girl before I was made to be a 'witch'! Yet..."

The cry of a girl who, if she realized it, was being held responsible for the country.

I can't even get the happiness I would have gotten now.

At the very least, it shouldn't be a luxurious desire to live more.

"Um..."

"I know."

Nod to Mr. Mishrina's wishes.

"I don't know how far we can go, but we can protect you from death."

But Noel shook his head sideways in my words.

"I can't. Previous witches also spent the day until their death, when their life expectancy was approaching, when they were told in a divine manner about their own death and the next generation of witches, for the upbringing of the next generation of witches, and died as the divine one. For some reason in my case, the next generation of witches is only making such a scene because they couldn't tell me, and I will die without escaping the temple."

I want to live, even if I wish, I don't know how to escape the temple.

I don't know what to do with this one.

"I don't know what we can do. But let me try everything I can."

"How can you get that far? I don't have any money."

There is not much money that Noel is free to spend.

I only have the least amount of money because I served my country from the standpoint of being a witch. Not very much, but not enough to hire an A-rank adventurer.

"Maybe Mr. Mishrina is paying for something first!?

I was making some mistake.

Well, it's not strange to get the wrong idea if you hear the phrase 'brought here by the Virgin' because you can't possibly take on a request without a reward.

"No, that's not what I'm saying"

At first, it was, but more than that, Noel had what this one wanted.

"I want you to give me information about other labyrinth owners than me."

That's what I'm asking for as a reward.