Helping with Adventurer Party Management

The name private small court is not in knowledge, but is it like an arbitral tribunal for rubbing in the church?

The Church in this world has a greater presence than the Kingdom, so I guess it retains its own judicial power over the Church.

"This way, please."

When the leading clergyman opens the door of the corridor behind him, he sees the staircase leading to the basement.

"Underground."

The basement of a church or castle is a story that has storerooms.

From beyond the dark, pompous open door comes a hint of air.

"The small courtroom is underground."

For once, make sure Claudio snorts.

They're pretty sure this is a private small courtroom ahead of them.

Though we've been somewhat prepared, this is an enemy land.

I've never gone beyond caution.

The stairs to the basement are narrow, so proceed in the order of Claudio, me and Swivelry.

Swivelry is at the end of the line to secure the escape route in the event of an ambush.

I thought if I went into church and Swiberry did it, I'd be looking around because I was wary of raids.

I thought I was curious to look around. I did something wrong.

The scenario of luring him underground to raid, he said, was worrying.

Down there, a wide and generous space is created, and high heavens and walls also have windows for lighting.

Is it made more like a half basement than a complete basement?

Alternatively, the part for lighting may be digging in the outer soil or sloping.

That's the church. It's costing me money.

I was somewhat relieved that it was not a dark place for the secret trial I had imagined.

"This is the holding room."

I am told to stay in one room and wait until the opening of the session.

It is equipped with basic furniture such as a little table, chairs and sofas, and has a good taste for artwork placed on the wall.

There is also a splash of water, but naturally, there is nothing to talk about.

"You're surprisingly polite."

Claudio denied it when he got his thoughts with the intention of chatting.

"No, this is an inadequate response in terms of room quality and furniture quality to welcome deputies. Maybe things aren't so good."

"Really? I mean, this was a good old story."

When I was about to say it, the door was opened after a knock.

"The court will be adjourned. Proceed after me."

A clergyman with a slightly more difficult physique seems to lead the way, apart from the clergyman who was leading us until earlier.

Maybe he's like a court marshal.

Upon admission, this was also not a court-like room that I vaguely imagined beforehand, but a room made like a small chapel.

Behind the room, about five priests are sitting facing this way, with the addition of Priest Nicolo. The other four faces were somewhat familiar.

The three of us were instructed to sit on the left.

Because on the right, that is, on the other side, there are three men already sitting.

One of them is large and obese and wears a strange haircut with a flirty collar.

I am convinced of the prickly gaze of the snail man.

Is this the evil deputy in the example?