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He who came in with his neck lowered was not a man. The appearance resembled that of a dog, but it was only bull-sized. The head has a unicorn horn, and the long hairs that covered the smooth body were dazzling white.

Edan's hand turns towards the sword in the sudden appearance of the beast. Cristina just looks down with her arms crossed.

The giant beast that resembles a dog gradually approaches them. A vigilant animal with sharp fangs spurted its nose past the two men and pushed its head towards Judas, standing in front of the stained glass.

Steel.

It was Chalna who pulled out the sword.

“Heb, come here. ”

A gentle voice surrounded the chapel. The three gazes united toward the entrance.

There stood a woman who tied down her black feet in three pieces long enough to touch the ground.

I was a young woman who wanted to be in her twenties now. The long black hair, like it was born and never cut, sparkled as vividly as if it was radiant in itself, unlike Edan's.

In contrast, her eyes were blue, which somehow lost focus.

“Knng.”

The beast called Hebra turned like a mild sheep. He swept the back of the nose of the sitting beast, adding that the black-headed woman was alive.

“Don't be surprised. Hev is my guardian dog. ”

“…… What about you? ”

“Oh, you didn't introduce me. ”

And when Ethan asked her with a thirst for the sword, she looked sorry.

“I'm Wigdrasil. One of the children named after Saint Wigdrasil, brother. ”

“…… I greet the Saint. This is Edan Hagar."

Saint Wigdrasil.

She was called the Saint, but she was not human. I could not identify exactly any race, but once I was born in Wigdrasil, I stayed in the diocese of Elixir and did not walk away from it.

This was the promise that Saint Wigdrasil kept during the history of the Scriptures.

A sacred existence that protects Elisium with a guardian dog called Hevnicius.

Wigdrasil, who retains her virginity for more than 300 years, surrenders and extinguishes the Guardian Dog to the next Wigdrasil after filling 500 years of total lifespan.

The mission of the Saint, which has been repeated for a long time, is justified in delivering the overflowing divine power, listening to human prayers instead, and punishing those who threaten the divinity.

It was like a symbol of the Pope's office.

“This is Cristina Delphia. ”

Cristina Dodo bowed in front of Wigdrasil.

“Bless you brothers and sisters. But didn't you say the three of you were coming? ”

Wigdrasil leaned slightly. The two people who questioned her naturally gathered their eyes to Judas.

It was Wigdrasil who failed to follow his gaze. Edan stiffens the impression finely.

‘Rumor has it you can't see your eyes..... But she can't feel it either. ’

Saint Wigdrasil has a lifespan and divine power that no human can have.

So much so that the inheritance of what might be called the Penalty is lost vision.

Since I couldn't see, I had to read and judge people's miracles.

It was not difficult to distinguish between people and things through the divine power that filled the body anyway.

Oddly enough, however, it was not read as Judas' miracle at the moment.

“Judas, this is Lubarzan Archidion. ”

While Wigdrasil wandered around, Judas approached her and smiled.

Since visiting the diocese as a student, he was also only one student, not a prince.

Wigdrasil turns his head towards you in a polite tone. A transparent blue pupil with no focus on him.

“…… Ah, you……. ”

Wigdrasil reaches out his white hand and touches Judas' ball.

It wasn't a human hand, so it was cold without body temperature. Even though I was cold, I started to rejuvenate my whole body as soon as I touched it because it was a path full of divine power.

Blood turned on the body that was in the frog that seemed to wake up in deep sleep.

Wigdrasil, who touched his cheek for a moment, took off his hand and slightly lowered his head.

“May you have a strong light guide. ”

It was the best celebration she could give.

Soon after, Wigdrasil explained to them the situation of the diocese.

Spring is a season of circulation, and now the Pope calls it 'the Passover', a festival in which the first pups of each grain and livestock are slaughtered and worshipped. The service lasts about two weeks.

I am proceeding with a statement ceremony in time, but the ceremony seems to be getting longer, so there is no waiting time. That said, Wigdrasil was patient.

“Brothers and sisters will be called in today. Stay comfortable and wait for your turn. ”

“ ……. ”

After all, it meant waiting. When Wigdrasil had finished speaking, Cristina swept her head upside down.

“Ha, it's a big waste of time to sit here and worship. ”

“The total duration of the outing allowed in the manifesto is ten days. with that in mind. ”

“So let me tell you, it's only speculation that you sit foolishly and kill time. ”

“What are you going to do? ”

After a short workshop with Edan, Cristina wakes up. The fine sea hair was bouncing from the waist.

“It should be in the report. I'll take a look around. ”

In the meantime, that was why Cristina kept going around.

She hated spending time and effort without performance. Whatever you do, the result must follow.

The same was true of going out when other students thought it was just a time to come and hang out.

When I said the report required by the institute, it was like a journal that overlooked the work during the outing, but I didn't even want to submit a lousy result.

Edan grabbed her by turning around without hesitation.

“…… then if you miss the time to call. ”

“Don't you think I don't think so? ”

Cristina, who pulls out her arm, sweeps it with her hands as if it were offensive. Such a sweet call came from beside her.

“Cristina."

“ ……? ”

“Wouldn't it be better for you not to leave your seat, as Ethan says? Opportunities are all of a sudden. But if you have to go, we'll come with you. Coming here is a common task. ”

According to him, the statement was a sort of tribute.

Confirmation that he had visited the diocese required the certification of all three assistants, and he had to go to the diocese as she had said before and submit a report on his attendance.

Perhaps it was the institute's aim to evaluate teamwork.

Cristina stops and looks down at Judas. A small sigh leaked out of her mouth, confirming her tenderness that was not visible even in cold eyes.

“…… Yes, I'd rather just be here with you. If……. ”

Cristina turns around and stands in front of Judas. His blue-eyed pupil stares straight down.

“How can we make this time significant instead of just waiting? Judas."

“Meaning……. ”

It sounded arrogant in a way, but I didn't really care.

“Huh, I guess I have something else to wish for. ”

Cristina kept her mouth shut.

She wasn't watching Judas from the start. Around the time I was admitted, I left all my expectations behind when I first saw the rumor with my own eyes.

There was nothing in the prince that could charm her. The prince was small, weak, and not even strong. It was a pitiless operation that only breathed and lived.

This is not the one who will be the master of the kingdom. Cristina is convinced, even though the bowl is too small. It was impossible for Cristina to see the value of pursuing achievements and seeing competence in everything.

His health deteriorated considerably when he encountered the prince again.

Otherwise, the complexion was pale and the body that did not grow up was more noticeable than the age at which it grew up.

From then on, the mockery that began to smolder with the alias White Crown Prince harassed him as if it were a natural order.

Unaware, he slowly sank from the academy of Lubach, as if wetted in crotch.

It must have been done that way.

Cristina, no one at the institute imagined that the White Crown would be miraculously rehabilitated.

‘Rehabilitation? No, more than that. It's like..... ’

It seems to be reborn.

There was no other way to find expression. Cristina bites her lips slightly.

When did the golden pupils that were dying seep into the warmth of life?

Whenever I met him recently, I was not once or twice bewildered by the rising heterogeneity and pressure.

Surely there was a soft but unbearable force. I don't know what happened, but the prince wasn't him already.

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