The voice of the bishop, laughing as he throated, echoes in the hall.
As usual, I can't see him, and the voices I hear won't even let me grasp the approximate direction because he's echoing the wall.
With Reesha, maybe, but what I can't do about it is find it.
In the first place, I'm alone here now.
I've never been over to figure out what kind of person they are, but it's a good idea to be quiet now than you can't take hard means when you have to.
Not to be killed first.
Second, getting credit.
And getting information if you can afford it.
Let's act on this priority.
"Father, may I ask you one thing?"
"Hmm, what is it?
"This is why the bishop tried to bring a" witch ”here. We're supposed to have something we believe in, so why did we need a human being who would go through with another god?
When the masked man stands up silently, he grabs me by my chest barn.
Keep your hands and feet under pressure that you are about to tremble and pierce the poker face.
Leesha was usually there to help me.
But now, I have to protect myself.
Remind your liver that inadvertent shaking and provocation result in death.
"Mm?"
Karan, a man looks down at the dry sound of
It was the wood-carved emblem that fell at our feet at the end of that gaze.
"... ho"
A masked man stops moving in the unexpected voice of the bishop.
"Rosie, you were a believer."
"Yeah, I've been an orphan since I was conceited, 'cause I needed something to flatter."
I pick up the denominational emblem and turn it into a pocket.
I was glad it came in handy quickly because I thought it might be useful for something.
"Ibel, refrain from absurd imitation of those who believe in the same teachings. All right?"
"Bishop Willem! With all due respect, this child has interfered with our activities. How can I overlook you like this when I'm a believer...!
For ideas or a moment of silence comes.
"I see... Hmm, then tell me what's going on. Take it easy. If it's a later decision, I won't dispute it either. I'll tell you about the witch."
"Mi, as you wish..."
Then we bow our heads to the bishop, who no longer speaks of anything, and we leave this place behind.
The moment I went outside, was it me or the masked man who caressed my chest down with relief?
... Well, I'm sure both.
The human being who kidnapped him until he risked paying a lot of money was wrong, then this man could have been punished too.
That's on hold because I pretended to be a believer.
Is it because although it was different, it also didn't bring a completely unrelated human being?
Either way, you can assume that this has taken you out of danger of your life for one second.
……
Because if this man had sworn a paranoid allegiance to his bishop, feelings associated with self-defense, such as fear and haste, would not appear on the table.
I mean, I haven't dedicated everything to faith yet.
There is a desire to defend one's position within the Church and, if there is a chance, to enhance one's position.
Thoughts are easier to read and manipulate because they are easier to read than people like that.
If so, here's the next hand I should hit.
"It's okay, you're nothing wrong. I'll explain that to the bishop if I have to."
"... what?
"You only acted along the fate of" grabbing the Hood figure, "and I was replaced with her because I knew it. Look, you're completing your destiny. There's no downfall, is there?
He accidentally grabs his hair when he shows his hood flickering, and a bright white mask looms in front of him.
I finally figured it out after seeing it at this distance.
The mask is as simple as sharpening and shaping a tree and coloring it white from above.
"... kid. You know what it means to deceive a prophet here?
"Oh, I'm not a prophet, I'm a fortune teller"
"What's the difference"
"The Prophet uses his powers to steer the big picture in a better direction - that is, he is a leader. You can't do that to me. [M] I brought you here because I wanted to help the Patriarch with this trivial power."
"The proof of that."
"Even a fortune teller will prove that I'm here now. It's not normal for a kid like me to get out of a pro like you."
"Do I have to see the future?
"That sort of thing"
A man with a tongue of regret releases his hand from my hair for a few seconds.
He fixed his messy hair with his hands and now reached out to me.
"... what are you going to do"
"I'm going to show you another piece of evidence. You won't believe me if I say it in words, so I'll prove it by actually helping the Patriarch"
When I said that and made a smile, the man turned his back on me without saying anything.
Well, I don't expect you to fool me that easily.
... Well, let's not try it for a long time.
"-- (INCHIKI) Fortune Hall, shall we reopen business?"