That was the day of the funeral.
Upon waking up about an hour earlier than usual, as soon as I opened my eyes, I washed my body thoroughly, packed all my gear, stood in front of the mirror and checked the blindfold.
Bronze Society Priest Formulation Equipment.
Overall, the edges are turned off, but all are painted in brass. Above all, it is a fingerprint emblem with a big doorknob.
Of course, even though the whole body is less tangy than the sacred angel armor set of crusaders flashing in brass, this is just like this.
"It's okay, Lehu."
I tied my head back, leaving my head in front of me before I wore the gauntlet. It's been really long these days, motherfucker. Cut or not. The soul of Fusion Judaism scales my hair.
Anyway, let's get back to Milktime with Ari.
"Father, are you late?"
"I will drive well. But I think it's beyond lunch time."
"Is that so?"
"Uh, listen to your sisters."
"Yeah, I'll do that."
My true friend, the Holy Sword Bügall, is staying awhile. I took Claudie's Church Knife as a reward for the Andromalius War last time and put it on my back.
I go out there.
Is it time for the summer to pass? Outside was better than I thought. It reminds me of the sea because it's summer. I have to drag my women to the sea once. Last time I went, I fucked all these fucking bastards.
I couldn't even play with those fucking bastards, motherfucker.
But I did my own good.
Didn't you exterminate all the fishermen who chewed up the city? I didn't know I would go to the sea and do such outreach, but if I go again, I want to relax in a quiet place.
When I thought about it, I saw the war in front of me.
* * *
Overall, the atmosphere in place was overwhelming.
The burial place is a barracks within the temple site. A fairly large barracks is the end of the funeral preparations now.
After a while, when the funeral begins, all the Christians will gather there.
Only one of Manticore's crusaders was killed this year.
"Are you ready? Paladin."
As I was looking out the window, the Saint approached and said,
"Yes, I've done well."
"Yeah, I guess so. Not much Paladin has to do. If you complain during the funeral, all you have to do is come out and recite the prayer. I still have a little time to spare, so I might need to refine my mind."
The Saint must move soon.
I tried to refine my mind a little as she said. But it's important. People die mourning, so you need to pay more attention to the example.
"I am thanking the Saint and the Pope. I think we should give the Christians a little face this time."
- Tuck.
As the Saint tried to ease my tension, he told me with his shoulders.
"I should. Well, I guess I didn't have a little outsider awareness, but I might take it as a brother after today."
"The churchmen in the main church aren't even narrow, and they still think of Paladin as an outsider. Paladin is already a half-brother. Based on the Crusaders, half-brothers are like real brothers."
"Uh-huh, is that so?"
When I was in Istanbul, I used to work with your professors many times, but I have not yet become acquainted with my predecessors.
I'm just saying hello.
It's still half brother, but it's still an awkward relationship. Let's get a face stamp today. That's the whole connection.
"Anyway, this Saint will go out first, so get out on time."
"Got it."
Immediately, the Saint went out, and I stood alone in the reality of the Saint and cleaned my head. Well, the sad thing is, so am I. Most importantly, I did a handicraft. There's nothing to worry about.
"Teehen."
It's time to stretch.
Looking out the window, the teachers were gathering in the barracks.
I also came out of reality.
"..."
While all available personnel were on the move, the atmosphere was not too heavy, and overall, everything was quiet. Everyone is silent.
I went down to the barracks to greet them with a sermon.
The people who came down like that moved in unison, filling the barracks. From the left, the paladins, priests, and nuns are all wearing their own clothing and equipment.
The number is considerable.
And I am very orderly and in line with how often I gather like this. I think you'll like it when you see the captain.
As the Saint told me, I stood alone right next to the Crusaders, right next to the leading Crusaders.
In fact, I'm the only one in the Bronze Astronomical Society who has a different position.
- I...
He stood in silence and waited. Immediately the Pope came down and went up to the statue. After he had gone up for a while, he looked at us and opened his mouth heavily.
"A brother went up to Verde's side. Having gone to Verde's side, it would be right to bless him, but it is not sad to see his brother again on the ground."
The Pope talked about grief.
Even if you go to the side of the god who died and believed, it was also sad. It is painful to send people away from this world even though the world to come is promised.
Then the Pope descended and the Saint ascended.
"Verde is always looking down on us. However, this does not mean that we have become invincible by the power of God. The limits of our lives in this world certainly exist, and we have come together to solve them."
The Saint acknowledged his commitment to the limits.
"A Crusader went up to Verde's side. With that inclination, we who are left in this world must do our work for him, even for him. In the future, we will need to be more careful not to do this, and we will do what we have to do if we are to face evil creatures."
The Saint talked about the complement and encouraged the paladins. Our Cheonqing Maniac will be more motivated by the death of his companion.
"Gimcott Paladin will come up on the stage."
After all, it's my turn.
The Saint's story is over. I went straight up to the statue and greeted the Pope and the Saint and saw the front.
- I...
All the Christians in place were looking at me.
Solemn and also quiet. I could tell. That most of them are swallowing tears. Crusaders seem crazy at first sight, but they are all righteous people.
Moderately numerous and just.
A colleague and a friend. My brother is dead and no one will grieve.
- I...
I looked at them for a moment and opened my mouth.
"... nice to meet you. His name is Paladin Kim Kat. Some of you know my face, some of you don't. So I would like to take this opportunity to greet you first."
After a brief introduction, get back to the point.
"It was I who confirmed the death of the innocent Crusader and collected the relics. I tracked down the footsteps of him who was disconnected by the Saint's order."
Silence.
Everyone was listening to my story.
"It was really... terrible. I was actually out of touch until I got to the neighborhood, and I didn't even think you'd be innocent. The Crusaders I knew were warriors who were not defeated by anything."
It is hard to imagine the defeat of Crusaders.
"But."
But that became a reality.
"Yes... defeat was the law. Evil Manticore devoured him."
The churchmen who remained silent began to show a little movement. Crusaders bite their lips, priests clench their fists, and nuns swallow their tears. Overall, that atmosphere came to my attention.
"As usual!!!! You must have won! But the sinners!!! Those damn sinners!!! They have lived on the subject of sacrificing others, they have not tried to make sacrifices at all!!!"
The Christians were also aware of the course of this incident.
"They!!!! The villagers who lived in that town!!! You sold the Crusader to Manticore!!!!!!! Because he did...!!!!"
- I'll give you a line.
Tears began to pour out like waterfalls in my eyes. This sadness was real...! The only beings I could keep in mind since I came to this world were my women, my friends, and my Christians!
"Sad! There's tears!!!!
Of course, one who belongs to that school will be forced to mourn his death!
"The death of the righteous has brought inhuman rain upon my heart!!!!! The righteous Crusader who should not have died is dead! Yes! The Pope said he went to Verde's side!! But it's also true that it's really sad and sad!!!"
His tears poured down on his face, and he curled up his chin and wetted his breastplate.
I wasn't the only one who was doing that.
"...!"
Everyone was already crying.
All the Christians were tearing while suppressing the sound of the burst. Nevertheless, the posture was firm and persuasive. They did not make a sound but merely stood in place and wept with their eyes.
"Good faith is betrayed!!! The world where the righteous die first!!! What a cruel and inhuman world!!! A world that must be sacrificed for justice!!!"
It's a terrible world!
"That's the world!"
It's a world like that, but there's light!!
"The pagans of the Bronze Society were always sacrificing to make the world a little better!!!"
The pagans were the light!!
"The innocent Crusader was also the one who threw himself for it!!! He was a truly righteous, just and holy man who threw away everything he could to make the world a little better!!!!"
I praised the innocent Crusader.
This place was just for him.
He who died doing righteous things deserves to be praised. That's what those who were left behind had to do with those who went first.
"He's innocent, so it's no wonder he's sad!! I'm sad too! I'm so sad!!!"
- Quack, quack!
The tears began to spur. I was so fucking chewy that I wondered where my tears would come from.
Even the coldest, coldest snowflakes don't fall to EZRAL.
I was that sad.
"But his will be done!! His innocence!!"
So I shout with emotion.
"You've made me more just!! I'm with him too!!! I will also serve to destroy evil creatures as he has done!! That's it! It's what those left behind have to do!!! He left our side, but not just by himself!!!"
- Furry.
"For the sake of maintaining that just...! You handed it over!!!! You gave the message and went to Verde's side!!"
I knelt down as I walked forward on a statue.
In that state, I looked forward.
"Argh...!"
"You're right...!"
"What we have left to do... Argh!!"
"Death of evil creatures...!"
"The balance of shenanigans...! Argh!"
"We have to...!"
The pagans, who shut their mouths and wept only with their eyes, began to weep one after the other from the front row. Finally, as Domino fell, weeping was spread, and the sea of weeping came.
- Argh!
Ugh! Ugh!
- Uh-uh!
- Argh!!
- Ugh!!
"Aaaaaaaaaah!!!"
I cried with my throat open.
It was so sad and sad at the scene of this grief.
The cry continued for a long time. The crusaders, who stood firm, sat down and wept, and the priests fell on their faces, and the nuns wept on their knees, covering their faces with their hands.
This was the true song sent to the innocent Crusader.
"Unmanageable sorrow...!"