I Favor the Villainess

Through the stone gates where the exquisite sculptures were made, Master Claire and I stepped in there.

In the building, the lights of the lamps and candlesticks illuminate brilliantly the inner walls that make history feel.

At the same time I felt the brightness, I felt the sanctity of being somewhere tight.

(This is the Bauer Cathedral of the Spirit Church…)

What we have come to is the main mountain of the Spirit Church.

The church has branches all over the world, but its headquarters are here in the king's capital of Bauer.

With the great religions of this world, the building is very splendid.

You will lose to the royal palace, but it is also the size of the home of the François family, Master Claire's home.

Most importantly, it is natural that buildings differ in size because of their existential significance.

"I don't care what I came for, but where can I talk to you?"

"Well, then tell the receptionist the clerk will be more responsive, right?

I told Lady Claire that because I had been told that when I made the first touch.

But...

"The proper procedure is to ask the church what it wants to hear. What I want to know is what the Church looks like."

With that said, Lady Claire just walked past the reception and went inside.

I rushed after him.

"I say so, what then? There will be similar books in the church, but I don't even think you can view them on your own, do you?

"You don't have to rely on books. You just have to talk to the people around there. Oh, hey, you there -"

As she went past the entrance to what seemed like a chapel, Lady Claire spoke to the nun who was praying there.

"!? What is it...?

The nun responded with a frightened look that reminded her of a squirrel or guinea pig somewhere when she was suddenly called out.

She was some girly girl with red eyes hidden in her silver hair on a black wimple.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about this church. Do you have a minute?

"Ah... uh... now it's time for worship..."

"Then I'll wait until it's over."

Needless to say, I think you're asking me to hit something else, but Master Claire doesn't read the air.

Yes, it was.

I forgot because there were a lot of good people saying and doing things recently, but this guy was an arrogant villain warrant lady.

"Uh... the..."

"What is it?"

"Hih! I'm sorry..."

Lady Claire has a very intimidating or high-pressure attitude on top of being a person with strong eyesight, so the nuns are completely frightened.

Not only does Master Claire have a strong push, but I guess this nun is also careless.

You didn't do anything wrong.

"... su, sorry"

"Here we go again. Anyway, please finish your prayers. We will wait here."

"... is... yes..."

The nun glanced at me for a moment asking for help, but resumed worship as I gave up when I shook my head silently.

……

The boulders were very picturesque when I said nuns or praying to God.

Until earlier the little animal meshed mourning had no shadow or shape, and its appearance to pray heartlessly was as if it were a single religious painting.

If you look closely, she looks good for a single nun and has a well-made face.

It seems like age is younger than Master Claire or me, but maybe Ping's (which is weird to say) is not a nun.

"What are you looking at?"

I was observing the girl's face, and Master Claire has said that.

"No, nothing to look at...... Ha!? Is it Gerathy!? Dear Claire, Jerrah!?

"What are you talking about!? It's nothing, Jerrah! I mean, it's Jerrah!?

and so on and twisted in the usual way,

"Be quiet in the chapel, Octopus"

And the girl noticed me in a tantrum.

Master Claire and I doubted our ears.

"Er...?

"Ah! Well... sorry...! Lily, sometimes I get mixed up in weird tones..."

Girl scared to death.

Apparently, the name Lily.

This kid doesn't seem to be just a little animal character either.

By the way, you're adorable that one person is a child of your own name.

"Lily......? It's like I've heard it somewhere...... Well, fine. So, your prayers are over?

"Yes. Thank you for waiting."

Lily got her place right.

"I want to ask you about the system of the Church. At first, it's just a short outline, so can you talk to me?

"Hey, the Church's... system, is it? If that's the case, just tell the publicist from the receptionist..."

"What I want to know is not what the Church wants to look like, but what the Church looks like in life, including the current problems."

"Ha...?

How do you want to know that, it says on Lily's face.

"From me, too, please. Claire wants to do something about civilian poverty."

"Hih, poverty...?

"Yes. To do this, the Church mechanism is a clue," he said.

"... well, that does seem reasonable. I'd like to help if you don't mind at Lily's. By the way..."

So Lily took my face seriously and snapped her neck.

"Li, has Lili ever seen you anywhere...?

"Actually, I think I've seen you somewhere with Mr. Lily, too."

Unfortunately, I can't remember where it was.

"... that's a worn-out oral complaint."

"!? Chi, no! Lily never meant to......!

"That's right. I only see Master Claire, don't I? Oh, Jella, did you? Now it's Gera, isn't it?

"I'm not Jerrah!? So come on, don't stop saying words you don't know where those words are!?

I'm gagging again,

"That's why you say be quiet in the chapel, Boquenas"

……

……

"Wow... sorry..."

It was such a clear curse that I thought it wasn't deliberate, but he didn't take offense to himself.

"Dear Lily, what's wrong?

An elderly man of good stature, who took the street, came to see how we were and called out.

Lily... Dear Sir?

"Ah, Bishop Rhona. This one wants to know about the church, so I thought I'd talk to you."

"Such misconduct is not what Lily does"

"But noblemen... it's rarely that you can be interested in the treasury minister's daughter either."

Apparently my account wasn't taken off earlier, and Lily is someone with status within the church as well.

"Also, I'm late for my offer. Lillie's name is Lillie-Lillium. As the daughter of the Chancellor of the Kingdom of Bauer, Saras-Lilium, I am the Cardinal of the Spirit Church."

Whatever you think, the weak girl, who looks only two or three years different from us, laughed beyond saying so.