Winter in the capital
- Static.
The open saint hardens her condition.
I told you, but it was a natural outcome. Everyone has to be surprised inhumanely if they listen to this. Honestly, being a wife seven times was amazing to me.
"..."
The hardened Saint looked me in the eye.
I lowered my head a little while avoiding that gaze. First of all, she expressed her strength. What would the Saint think of this?
Of course I'm forced to think badly.
The man in the position of Paladin is Haremking. I have no choice but to feel that there is a moral or moral problem. But in the meantime, I have brought great gains and information to the Church. The Saint will not cut me off like a lizard's tail. And I'm not going to take it very badly.
I believe in the Saint...!
I don't care about the problem of women eating paladins!!!
"..."
But it's static for a while.
Oh, fuck. Is that a little too much?
"... seven."
After a long silence, the Saint finally opened his mouth.
"You said seven now."
"... yes."
"Seven... Seven... unrealistic numbers. Ha. What the hell. Seven?"
"..."
It is, isn't it?
But I didn't know what the vengeful Saint was thinking. Are you moaning to reprimand me? I'm in the middle of an episode, but my heart is freaking out.
But now that I know about the spiritual system... I think it should be offset.
"Of course, it's not unusual to have a lot of women in a man like Paladin. Paladin has that ability, doesn't he? Just as so many men stand in line behind this Saint, it is natural that women stand in line behind Paladin."
The Saint's eyes narrow.
- Grab it.
Then I start biting the fingernails of my thumb like before. With it, the red lips appeared to have a strange color.
- Good luck, good luck.
- Shh, shh.
- Good luck, good luck.
- Shh, shh.
Continue to do so while looking into my eyes.
"..."
Oh, my God, this is so fucked up.
I think I'm doing it unconsciously right now, because I'm taking my behavior seriously. No matter how free the marriage is, it is clear that the seven still think they crossed the line.
- I was a little shocked by the faults of Paladin I believed in.
What am I supposed to say here...
"But."
The Saint, who told me that a lot of things were natural, changed the mood and said it was like making a declaration.
"There is a paladin that should be more moral than anyone else."
"..."
"In fact, he was a volcano?"
Vigilante.
Look, the Saint feels the same way. A seamstress. It never comes from a good will. The same Saint felt that way the moment he heard that there were seven people on his side, others would die.
Damn it.
"The Vigilante... Yes, the Vigilante. From the old days, heroes were colorful, but I never imagined that our Paladin would be doing that."
"The... Saint."
"Of course, this Saint does not intend to say anything about Paladin's personal life. Paladin is a body of freedom, and he has the right to have that freedom. I think Saint Bone should do the same, of course."
The Saint, who spoke of it, became a nervous face and began to bite his nails again.
"But Paladin is a member of the Church. Privacy is something that deserves to be respected..."
- Grab it.
"Any act that is contrary to the social notion of belonging... should be refrained from."
The words themselves are correct.
But what am I gonna do? I know my woman is seven. I don't think this is embarrassing or bad at all.
Claudie said, sow the seeds. Spread my offspring. I think that's what true warriors do. Of course, he can't give birth, so he has the idea of replacing it with someone else.
Claudie's words are absolute to me.
So I don't feel ashamed. I just know that it can be a flaw when you look at it in general.
I'm sure of it.
"In that sense, the Saint was very disappointed in Paladin."
Disappointment...!
"This Saint trusts Paladin. However, this is far from it. Seven consecutive women... no, how are they seven?"
The Saint who bit his finger stopped acting and looked at me with a ridiculous face.
"Seven? You've seen a vulture like this."
The Vigilante again.
"Paladin. If you have a mouth, make an excuse. Saint Bone is very disappointed in this situation, but I still need to hear the story. Directly into Paladin's mouth."
But you listen to me, this is it!
That's good!
"Come on, sit down and do something."
"Yes, I'll sit down."
The Saint seemed angry.
I already feel that way in my attitude. I immediately took a chair and sat across from the Saint.
"That, Saint. That's what I'm saying."
Let's give a convincing explanation. There is nothing specifically prepared, but it will be somehow.
"Since when have there been so many women?"
But Saint Cadia cut off my words and said,
"It's done... once Saint. Listen to me."
"Well done... somehow."
- Cheeky.
The Saint who cut off my words again took out a cigarette and lit it. I don't know how many times you smoke in front of me right now.
I waited until she spit out the smoke. I couldn't say anything first. He wasn't looking at me right now.
- Whoo.
Soon the smoking Saint looked me in the eye again.
"..."
Does that mean you have to talk now?
"Saint. I have seven wives... that's all."
"I think I need seven mouths to make excuses."
"..."
"What are you trying to get out of Baroque like a well-spoken paladin? Yeah, let's talk about it. The Saint who saw this gave me a chance to speak."
Oh, fuck.
It's hard to say.
"Well, I mean. Saint."
"Ha, wait. I can't calm my mind."
"..."
She sprayed the smoke again and straightened her head with her hands. My mind is also getting more and more uncomfortable. Are you taking this seriously? That, too, makes me uncomfortable by the fact that I have made the Saint so agitated. The Saint is almost my benefactor.
"Aah."
At that time, it sounded like the Saint had figured something out.
"Is that it?"
"Yes?"
What do you need?
"Palladin was from Mirkesha."
Then he spoke as if he were talking to himself.
"Yeah, that's what it was."
Why are you from me?
"It was natural to be from Mirkesha. I grew up in a culture where I had a lot of wives. The Mirkesha tribe often have multiple wives as powerful warriors."
The Saint who spoke alone nodded as if he had come to some positive conclusion.
"If you grew up in such a culture from an early age, it's natural to feel and act like one. For Paladin, that would have been common sense. This was a cultural difference. Because of Paladin's skilful attitude, I don't want to forget that sometimes I come from a different culture."
"..."
"Am I right?"
It was as if he was defending me.
Are you trying to convince yourself to think about why? I thought I'd wrap up what I just said in my head for a moment. I asked you to make excuses, but in the first place, because you trust me, you thought of a reason to be so convincing.
It helps when you're from Mirkesha. In fact, it is similar in its own way. Of course, it's different, but it's strange to bring Claudie out of the conversation at this time, so I think you should convince her.
It was as if he had convinced the Knights who believed that the Spirit King was a Superior Spirit.
"... yes."
I nodded, answering with a penetrating heart. Anyway, you have to show me the reflection, because the Saint will convince me.
"Yes."
"As expected."
In response, the Saint nodded.
"That's a little... yes. It's been too natural in our culture to have a lot of wives... It hasn't been that long since we found out that some of these injuries can be condemned by many people."
It's a good reason for me to think.
"If these people are nobles, don't they often have a lot of wives or husbands? So I've been thinking it's only natural."
In fact, the nobles have many spouses. The better the ability, the greater the number. This was the same thing on Earth or in the world. But it's usually not enough to finger.
"That's what it was."
The Saint's eyes seemed to be loosing a little. The voice that seemed to be standing on the day also turned flat. I was persuaded of the reason.
The Saint nodded in that state and said,
"Yes... I think even the Saint who saw the difference in culture has no choice but to understand... Well, this... haha..."
Then take a sigh.
- Exactly, exactly. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly.
Still, I tap my desk with my fingers to see what I can do. I said carefully as I looked into the Saint's eyes.
"Saint. I... Did you get a little disappointed about that?"
"... of course I have no choice but to be disappointed. Although it is not a formal Paladin of the Church, it turns out that it is a vigilante who won a martial arts contest and became a direct Paladin of the Saint. It is clear that if anyone finds out about this, they will be struck by an external image."
I was right.
"Of course, this does not deny the fact that Paladin has done a very positive thing for the Church. But when ordinary congregations see it, they can feel bad."
"I can't deny it either."
You're right.
"Saint Bone was disappointed. But this is a cultural difference... I guess I didn't think of it. Hah. Paladin's right."
The Saint, who spoke in a slow tone, laid his eyes on the palm of his hand.
"I won't say again until recently that I knew it was to be condemned, but this Saint was quite shocked by this."
"Saint."
"Something."
"I'm so sorry. I let the Saint down with my actions."
Once I bowed my head and apologized in a serious tone.
"Nevertheless, I am sincere in my service to the Church and to the world, so please take away my wrath."
"No, it is well known. The thought of Paladin is something that Saint Bonne knows very well... so raise your head..."
As he raised his head, his eyes met again.
"Well..."
Is this good enough? This time, the Saint slightly shook his head as his eyes met. It is not the atmosphere that reproaches me like before.
I just made a plea because of that Mirkesha thing.
"Haa... Cultural differences are inevitable. I won't blame you for this, so you don't have to be too guilty. Looks like Saint Bone said it too early."
Something turned out to be comforting.
"Thank you for saying that. Still, I can't help but feel guilty. I will swear to serve the Church more devotedly in the future."
"Ugh..."
Again and again, the Saint waved his head.
"It's okay. It's okay. I will only let the Saint know about this."
"..."
"But... I'd like to take a look."
"What do you mean?"
What do you want to see?
"I love Paladin's wives. In this context, I think we have their help, but we should be grateful if we get a chance. Oh, seven people, that would be very complicated."
Oh, that's it.
"And today the Saint I saw is very disturbed... it must be harder to tell the story. I won't say anything about this, but Paladin needs to talk to Saint Bone once more."
"Yes."
"Tomorrow. No, tomorrow."
The Saint looked me in the eye and said,
"Come to the restaurant I went to with Saint Bone that morning."
"In the morning?"
"I think we should tell a long story. I'll be waiting for you... if you don't come."
Oh, my God.
"Maybe you'll be mad at me."
"..."
The Saint's eyes narrow again, which I thought was true. I greeted the Saint who gave the livestock decree and went outside.
Oh, fuck, I'm more of a jerk.
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