Fake Saint Of The Year

A week has passed since the turtle came to school.

Exhales in trembling cold and looks out the window.

What was there was a silver view as far as the eye could see.The season is entirely winter, with white snow falling from the sky and piling up on the ground to create white snowfields.

Since the turtle hibernates in cold weather, we had no choice but to put up a barrier around the pond to block the cold air.

I think there is a barrier versatility theory.

It is an appropriate barrier that passes through all but cold air, so it is also cost-effective and lasts about a day.

It is a little troublesome that I have to replace it every day.

Winter is a less popular season in the world.

Because, unlike modern society, which is well heated, winter cold on the level of civilization in this world is life without joke.

Crops can't be taken, and they starve to death before winter passes unless they are well stocked.

During the winter, people have to endure while gathering in front of the fireplace in the house to talk and do manual work.

However, even though it was such a hard winter, it was somehow a festival outside.

As children hit each other outside with snowballs, adults are holding potatoes stuck in skewers with their shoulders crossed.

"Ellise, it's time for the parade."

Leila told me to look out the window again.

I am not in Knights College, but in the castle town of King Bilberry.

In the castle.

The distance between the school and King's Landing is about 10 km, and you can arrive in an hour by wagon.

But why build a school in such a position?Normally in King's Landing.

It's a sight I see occasionally in medieval fantasy games, but I really don't know what it means to just build a little school right at the end of a field map away from the city.

In Japan, it's like building a school in Tokyo somehow on a mountain.

Nevertheless, there are many cases where schools are built in quite strange places on earth.

Once upon a time, I watched some documentary show or something, but in order to go to school abroad, there are children who cross on wooden boards without handrails at high altitudes, climb to school while climbing a broken bridge, walk across the river, walk through the edge of a cliff for hours and go to school... some children go to school on orders.

Compared to that... yeah.It goes without saying that the Knights Academy is still built in a conscientious place.

Well, if you dare to think of a reason... maybe because I keep monsters in the school for training.

Even though they are locked up so that they do not escape, I can't tell you that they will never escape, and even the people living in the city don't want monsters in the King's City.

Besides, there is a possibility that the witch's minions will target me...

Knights are a nasty presence for witches and naturally can be attacked.

There may be an idea that you don't want to put such a facility in King's Landing.

Besides, it would be rather helpful if the school were isolated from me.

If it were in King City, it would make it easier for witches to escape and hide...

Isolation allows us to restrict the witch's space to the basement of the school.

and derailed.

Anyway, I was coming to the castle town in the kingdom of Bilberry away from the school that is currently being built in a strange position.

The reason for this is to attend today's event as a guest.

The name of the event is "Virgin's Birthday"... well, it's my birthday.Just in case.

Originally, a Virgin's birthday was not a celebration because witches appeared at the same time, but somehow I was treated as a special celebration.

No, it's okay. I don't have to celebrate... I'm a fake in the first place.

You guys are celebrating a fake birthday right now.Is that OK?

Celebrate the birthday of the first Virgin Alfrea more than I do.

Well, when Alfreia was a first generation, nobody knew her birthday because she still had nothing to do with protecting the Virgin.

Leaving the castle while Leila guided me, I glanced at the sacred shrine that had been prepared.

The shrine is fitted with a luxurious chair, and I will be seated in this damn shrine from now on and taken around the castle town by the knights.

What this punishment game.

I'm embarrassed. I haven't got on yet, but can I come down?

"Here you go. Everyone is gathered to see the Virgin at a glance."

As one of the knights said so, he urged me to take a seat.

No, you don't have to gather... seriously...

Why do I have to play with such shame on my birthday?

Maybe the people really hate me.

And I have to do this every year.Who's the idiot who thought of such an event?

Giving up and sitting in a chair, the knights lift up the shrine and start walking around the castle town.

There was a crowd on the road, and as usual, the potatoes were worming in one hand.

By the way, one of the knights lifting the god only looks like a perverted fucking glasses... no, no.It must be someone else's imagination.

No matter how many perverted fucking glasses you have, it would be foolish to attack a knight and replace him.

... you won't, will you?

Whatever the pervert, the knight with the fucking glasses, why people have potatoes... well, it's my fault.

In winter, farmers with inadequate stockpiles died of cancer without any crops.

I wondered what it would be like for the boulder, so I wondered if it would be good for stockpiling for the winter. What a normal potato.

However, as a rare ornamental plant that only nobles possess.

No, eat it... there is... food that can survive winter as usual...

I thought so, I flew a little further south to the mountains, searched for potatoes, brought them back, borrowed land, did earth magic or water magic, increased potatoes, sprouted them, cooked them, and taught them to eat.

Then the potatoes spread all over in no time, and now you can see them anywhere.

This has reduced the number of people starving to death all at once... but thanks to it, my birthday has somehow become a festival of gratitude to potatoes.

As a result, on my birthday, people began to celebrate the end of the year while thanking potatoes, creating a chaotic event that I didn't know.

What is this chaotic festival that mixes the potato festival in Saxony, Germany, with the Christmas, New Year's and New Year's holidays?

Besides, snow festivals are mixed because they are made from snow.

This is the kind of stuff that will definitely be faked by future generations.

"Bless us, Virgin!

The people are saying something on their own.

Yes, yes... ah.

Properly heal, sprinkle magic and heal your injuries and illnesses.

The people here are stupid, so thank you for doing this.

"Oops... I thought I'd never see the light again...!

"Ah! My child, who couldn't stand, stood on his feet!

"My hair feels fuzzy when I thought I couldn't grow anymore...!

"Honorable!"

I'm happy with something, so this should do it.

Ah... it stinks.

I wonder if the parade won't be over soon...