Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

"Huh ..."

"Huh ..."

I sighed at the same time as Magali in the same carriage.

Hey. Even if it's just melancholy, are you licking a carriage with this guy?

I'm getting frustrated extra.

She seems to be the same, glaring at me.

"Can you hold a sigh of depression?

"It's strange. You sigh. Rather, hold your breath."

"I hate it. You can think if you die. I won't do it."

Magari and me gazing at the bees.

The cold, or killing, would be frozen if there were people around.

Unfortunately, only Elizabeth and the Magi, the saint, and I, who requested her, were in the carriage provided by the angels.

Helges are following as escorts, but they are outside.

... are they useful?

At the time of the mermaid turmoil, I wasn't useful, but rather an enemy.

When thinking of such a thing, the magic sword suddenly called out.

"……Hey you. I thought so, are you guys just getting along?

"" Huh? "

The words were so shocking that I and Magali both uttered at the same time.

This guy and me are good friends ...?

Unexpectedly, they stare at each other.

Just the face is still in place. Only the face.

Looking at those big and beautiful eyes, they seem to be inhaled. Although not sucked.

"That's not true. What have you seen of me and Magari so far?"

"Yes. I don't want to breathe the same air for a moment."

Answer at the same time.

This time, Magari and I gazing up close.

Don't imitate me, oh! ?

We hear such a stupid voice of the magic sword again.

"Well ...? Yeah, why is that ... they're really close, right?

"" .........? "

……near? No, maybe it is, but ...

Magali and I look round and round.

And at the same time he tilted his head.

"Really?"

"I mean, it's no use. The carriages aren't wide, and there are limited places where you can sit."

As Magari says, it is in a carriage that is not a saloon.

That might be the kind of carriage that would be used by royals and nobles, so it could be larger and more people could ride, but I don't think the religion provided by angelism would be comparable.

Still, I think it's gorgeous enough. Nobody had a carriage in his hometown.

Except for the pain that the ass hurts, it is very easy to move without your own movement.

"No, yeah. Well, that's right ... Magari is sitting on Alistair's knee, isn't it?

…… Again, Magari and I look at each other.

Sure, Magali was sitting on my knees, as the magic sword said.

It has the feel of a small but soft buttocks and a good smell that you don't know if it's a perfume.

That's why it is.

With almost complete control over libido, I'm not as excited about a woman as this close fit.

Well, in the case of Magari, there is a serious disadvantage that the inside is garbage.

"... is that so strange?"

"... isn't that something different?"

"Well ..."

I and Magari had such a questionable conversation and convincingly continued.

The voice of the evil sword that seems confused is ignored.

Of course, I'm not doing this because I and Magari want to stick together.

However, as I thought earlier, riding this carriage can hurt your ass.

Then, if one of them takes charge of the pain in turn, the pain is always avoided. smart.

"Replace on the way."

"Heavy. Be patient with your pillow."

While talking like that, Magali and I were surely approaching the cult town.

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"Welcome to our city!"

If you get off the carriage, you will be welcomed.

The city of angelism ... just a little impression, but it looks very clean.

The security is not too bad.

The happy aura of the people is amazing.

... something scary. No, only the good points are noticed, but on the contrary, they are alarmed.

Lebon comes over to me, who still thinks he's ok.

"The Saints and their escorts are here. The hero ... I'm sorry, but are you okay with a nearby inn? Of course, we promise the finest treatment."

"Haha, you don't have to worry."

With that said, I smile gently.

Alright. Can you go to an angelic nest? The inn is better.

It's nice to be away from Magali and Helge. Let's spend it leisurely.

"So ..."

"I'll show you Alister."

"Elizabeth ..."

It was Elizabeth who approached Lebon's words.

No, if you give me a simple map and explanation here, I will go alone. I do not need guidance.

"Okay, father?"

"... Of course, do not be rude to the hero."

"Yes"

Lebon nods in a state of disapproval.

This is where one or two complaints would be presented if I weren't. Let's act properly.

Elizabeth pulls my hand, cursing my heart like that.

She got out of the crowd and came to a place where she was just me and her, and her mood finally changed.

… No, should I be back?

"Yeah. No way, I didn't think Alister was in that place."

Elizabeth smiles and looks up.

It's a messy nature that can't be imagined from a real appearance.

"... I didn't even think that reunion was like this."

"I don't mean I'm hoping to be a saint, though."

"Hey hey ..."

Elizabeth distorted his face.

I don't know who is listening, so I look around.

It's okay for this guy to be in danger, but I don't want to get me involved.

"It's good. He's the one who's celebrating me, that shit. He can use my magic a bit, so he collects donations and stores them in his pocket. Sa "

Are you ignoring the operating costs?

There may be such a thing. Because it's a cult.

First of all, you can't live without money.

"... Well, I'm guilty of not being able to go against it.

Don't complain if you know.

"Did you know me and be disillusioned?"

"... No, I saw and knew you not as a saint but as Elizabeth, so I would never be disillusioned with you."

First of all, your reputation isn't high enough to disillusion me. Rather, it is the lower one.

Is it a kid who fools and threatens people in the first meeting? I don't think it's getting better.

"As expected. It's the type you have at the root. "

of course. Forget the benefits you received, but never forget the enemies you received.

"... I'm not stupid."

But, satisfied with my answer, Elizabeth turned away, itching itchy.

I don't want to say this.

However, as long as you are in the cult cavern and are dealing with the object of worship, you will have to sell it.

"Well, I've come here all the time. I'll guide you, but I'm not too familiar."

"I see. I'm looking forward to it."

Relievedly.

I couldn't say that, and I was pulled by Elizabeth and started walking.

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After guiding Magali and the Helges, Lubon was in a dark cubicle.

In front of him was a kneeling man.

"What is Elizabeth doing?"

"Hah. The Saint is traveling around the city with the kingdom hero."

Lebon nodded at the answer that came back immediately.

"I see. The escort is wearing it right?"

"Of course, let our brothers not notice them."

"... It's not that good."

Le Bon looks annoyed.

The man asks him calmly.

"Is that the Saint?"

"Oh, Elizabeth must be worthy of an angelic saint. She is that kind of thing. She doesn't need such a smile."

“…………”

There is no need for pleasure for the year. You don't need a childish smile.

All Elizabeth needs is awareness and behavior as an angelic saint.

And she doesn't need a smile. All we need to do is continue to supply those who seek salvation with what appears to be salvation.

That will increase your religion, your followers, and your donations.

"It can't be helped.

The man rounds his eyes for Le Bon's decision.

"... A brave man? But if you kill him, it will be harder to spread a great mission in the kingdom, and if you turn the kings into enemies in the first place, you may step in here ..."

"What. Almost every person in this city is an angel. You can talk to each other and tell them that the hero was mad. … The King still seemed to be distrustful of us, though, and it would be very difficult for him to get his backing. ”

In other words, selling aphrodisiacs to kings and the like does not always benefit angelism.

If you do poorly, you will turn the nation to the enemy.

But angelism is ... the fanatics here are not upset about that.

Just for angelism. Just for the saint.

"Erase. The hero is heresy. All heretics who devour the saint are killed."

"Hah"

The man obeys the horribly cold orders.

I bowed and headed out of the dark room.

LeBon, who was alone, muttered small.

"I don't think Elizabeth looks like that. I have to regain her expressionless, mineral ...

Love as a distorted father was going to her daughter.